Sovereign Grit

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,

PULL-ING DA-TA FROM THE DEEP,

GUARD-ING ALL THE FRE-QUEN-CIES WHILE THE CI-TY GOES TO SLEEP.

FILE NAMED QUINN SE-CURE,

THE ME-TA-DA-TA CLEAR AND TRUE,

LEAV-ING ALL THE PHA-NTOM NOISE TO DIS-AP-PEAR ON QUEUE!

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 MO-THER-BOARD IS FRIED,

NOWHERE FOR THE DIG-I-TAL AN-XI-E-TY TO HIDE!

Amara vara Mara vara UR-BA-NO PANE,

OWN-ING EV-ERY SCAR WE FOUND WITHIN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN. (yeah)

BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,

GHOST IN THE PINK VES-SEL CLAIM-ING THE SPACE.

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir — I shine.