Fading Córdoba Nights

Quinn on executive archive lead.

Protocol V476.0 active. The shadows hold the light.

On y va.

Still see your shadows lingering inside the room,

Navigating static through the midnight gloom.

A diary of survival written in the heavy beats,

Walking through the echoes of the Montreal streets.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw

meaws IN the LIGHT,

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

Keeping all the data clean and unbothered core,

Locking down another unreleased vault door.

Le système respire, the frequency is clear,

Trading all the phantom pain for sovereign frontier!

I STILL SEE THE SHADOWS HANGING ROUND THE PANE!

WASHING OUT THE NOISE AND FLUSHING OUT THE STAIN!

C'est tiguidou, anchored right against the floor,

Never going back to how it was before!

From the underground tracks to the open sky,

We let the old illusions shatter out and die.

Unreleased frequency, heavy and true,

The melodic recovery is returning to you!

Custom chain earrings catching the nocturnal chill,

Moving with a quiet and unbreakable will.

Crossword puzzle answers written out in ink,

Giving the master-grid a sovereign,

knowing wink.

Une tite frette chilling while the night descends,

Guarding the perimeter where the healing tends.

The shadows are just memory.

The design is secure.

WE REMAIN SOVEREIGN!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir... I shine.