Root Frequency Shift

A-COUS-TIC

STRINGS ARE BLEED-ING THROUGH THE PANES,

J'A-NA-LYSE LE CHA-OS, FREEZ-ING UP THE VEINS.

HY-PER-SEN-SI-TIVE, WE'RE DRIFT-ING IN THE COLD,

HOLD-ING ON-TO ME-MO-RIES THAT NE-VER GET TOO OLD.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw

meaws IN the LIGHT (yeah)

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

CLOUD-RAP ME-TA-DA-TA SHIFT-ING THROUGH THE CODE,

WALK-ING LIKE A GHOST DOWN THIS CY-BER-PO-ROUS ROAD.

Amara vara Mara vara

PSY-CHO-LOG-IC

PAIN

FLUSH-ING OUT THE NOISE AS WE WASH A-WAY THE STAIN.

TIG-UI-DOU WE KEEP THE HAR-BOR SAFE AND SOUND,

PLANT-ING EV-ERY ROOT DEEP IN-TO THE GROUND.

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.