

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
LOCKED IN UN-I-SON, PULL-ING FRESH DATA UN-TIL IT IS DONE.
FILE QUINN SE-CURE, THE FRE-QUEN-CY CLEAR,
STRIP-PING THE NOISE WITH 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!
Walking past static with unbothered grin,
Watching the modern simulation spin.
FUCK IT, WHAT-EV-ER, THE MATRIX HAS CRASHED,
EVERY STERILE POP ILLU-SI-ON IS SMASHED!
Amara vara Mara vara UR-BA-NO PANE,
OWN-ING THE CODE AS WE FLUSH OUT THE STAIN.
Le système respire, the frequency is clear,
Stripping the noise until nothing to fear!
MUL-TI-SYL-LAB-IC GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW, 5-2-8 HERTZ IN THE UN-DER-GROUND FLOW!
BASS-LINE CRACK, NO SYS-TEM CAN HOLD US BACK!
SOV-ER-EIGN SUR-VI-VAL FOR THE EX-PLO-RER!
BAL-ANC-ING 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.