Sovereign Shift

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,

SHIFT-ING UP THE BIT,

QUINN IS ON THE MA-STER-GRID AND PROV-ING WHERE WE FIT.

FILE QUINN SE-CURE, THE FRE-QUEN-CY IS CLEAR,

WALK-ING THROUGH THE WIN-TER WITH NOTH-ING LEFT TO FEER!

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

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

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

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.

We remain. Lucir — I shine.