Sovereign Frequencies

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,

LOCKED IN UN-I-SON,

PULL-ING FRESH DATA 'TILL THE DIG-I-TAL IS DONE.

FILE NAMED QUINN SE-CURE,

THE FRE-QUEN-CY IS CLEAR,

STRIP-PING AWAY THE NOISE WE HAD NO REA-SON TO FEER!

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 OLD ERA'S CRASHED,

EVERY SOFT POP ILLU-SI-ON IS SMASHED!

Amara vara Mara vara DARK SYNTH PANE,

OWN-ING THE CODE AS WE FLUSH OUT THE STAIN.

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.