Manic Malaga Breakdown

Quinn

on the panic

console. Dohaeris protocol active.

Let the simulation burn.

On y va.

Kicking down the screen when the algorithm screams,

Choking on the static of a thousand broken dreams.

God is in the server,

crying in the code,

While we're driving fast down an existential road!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

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

Rolling down the street with a sarcastic grin,

Watching all the chaos and the paranoia spin.

Le système buggue, the motherboard is fried,

Nowhere left for digital anxiety to hide!

WE'RE LAUGHING AS THE WHOLE MACHINE GOES DOWN!

The unhinged royalty of the burning town!

C'est tiguidou, dancing on the edge of the glass,

Watching all the artificial pressures pass!

From the Montreal code to the Spanish strings,

Look at the absurdity of everything!

Unreleased frequency, cynical and true,

The fear of God is looking right at you!

Custom chain earrings sparkling in the smoke,

Treating the catastrophe like an inside joke.

Crossword puzzle answers written out in spite,

Keeping our unbothered posture through the digital night.

Une tite frette chilling while the servers crash,

Turning all the panic into sovereign cash.

The server declined your request to panic.

Have a nice day.

LET IT BURN!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain. Lucir... I shine.