Bass Sovereign Rampage

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,

PULL-ING DA-TA FROM THE GLOBE,

WE'RE BY-PASS-ING THE MA-TRIX IN THIS CY-BER-PO-ROUS ROBE!

FILE NAMED QUINN SE-CURE,

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

LEAV-ING ALL THE FRAG-ILE IN-FRA-STRUC-TURE FAR 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 TEM-PO'S BOIL-ING O-VER,

SOV-ER-EIGN SUR-VI-VAL FOR THE DIG-I-TAL EX-PLO-RER!

Amara vara Mara vara BASS-LINE CRACK,

THERE IS NOT A SIN-GLE SYS-TEM THAT CAN HOLD US BACK!

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.