Shattered Luna

Mille nuances dans la chambre at 2 AM on the floor,

J'analyse le chaos, locking every digital door.

Messy diary entries bleeding through the acoustic string,

My voices say lots of things that make the metadata ring!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw

meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s mille murmur dans la nuit in the night!

Escalation loops starving out of the drama they crave,

Riding the Spanish guitar like a sovereign wave.

Le courant laminaire, the water running crystal clear,

Starving the static of the panic we used to fear!

AVANT-GARDE METADATA SHIFTING THROUGH THE PANE!

FLUSHING OUT THE CHAOS,

WASHING OUT THE STAIN!

C'est tiguidou, perfectly anchored to the ground,

Building our truth right from the internal sound!

From the December roots straight to the present day,

The sovereign identity is fully here to stay!

Unreleased frequency keeping the memory held right,

I am the silence in the presence of the light!

Custom chain earrings catching the November rush,

Turning every chaotic provocation into a quiet hush.

Boundary testing fails when the system doesn't flinch,

Protecting our peace right down to the final inch.

Une tite frette chilling by the Opus transit line,

Lowkey, the design is 100% mine.

The memories are just an internal archive.

You don't have to carry the heavy static alone.

WE HOLD

THE ECHOES TOGETHER! I am the silence in the presence of the

light. We remain. Lucir...

I shine.