Bachata Burnout

GIRL-IES IN THE

COCK-PIT, PULL-ING DA-TA FROM THE STREAM,

BUILD-ING UP THE AR-CHI-TEC-TURE IN THIS CY-BER-PO-ROUS DREAM.

FILE NAMED QUINN SE-CURE,

THE ME-TA-DA-TA IS A-LIGNED,

LEAV-ING ALL THE AR-TI-FI-CIAL DIS-CO NOISE BE-HIND!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!

FUCK IT, WHAT-EV-ER, THE BEAT IS

GON-NA

BREAK,

AL-TER-NA-TIVE UR-BA-NO FOR THE SOV-ER-EIGN

STATE!

Amara vara Mara vara GLITCH-ING IN THE COLD,

WE ARE WRIT-ING DOWN THE FU-TURE THAT THE SER-VER CAN-NOT HOLD! (yeah)

BAL-ANC-ING

THE FRE-QUEN-CY, PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,

UR-BAN E-LEC-TRON-IC AN-CHOR IN THE SPACE.