Bulletproof Sovereignty

I got the MIT telemetry,

the neuro-plastic mapping While the external chaos is just busy flapping We

anchor in the 'u',

the 396 foundation A sovereign feminine ship,

a dark pinky-girly station Dr.

Matilde on the vagus nerve,

keeping it supple We don't react to the noise,

we just let it bubble Extinction to the friction,

we starve it of the oxygen Writing our own rules in a

sovereign lexicon

528 in the 'a',

the cellular repair We breathing in the silence,

there is nothing to declare

I am the Silence in the Presence of the Light Waterwitch at

the helm, yeah, the vision is bright

Lucir, I shine, through the academic static Bulletproof autonomy,

the flow is automatic 100% Tiguidou,

the frequency is pure Laminar Flow steady,

the architecture's sure Lucir,

I shine, let the paradigm shift Ghost in the Pink,

catching every drift (yeah)

IRCAM spatial audio, the granular delay We filtering the 4K overwhelm away

Berklee on the syncopation,

104 BPM Somatic regulation,

we don't follow them,

we lead 'em Executive Quinn is signing off on every single diploma

Waking up the nervous system from a static-induced coma

(Bass distortion swell -> 104 BPM heavy dembow drop) I

remain. (u) I transform.

(a) I shine. (i/e) Lucir.