Subterranean Ember

Deep in the Harbor,

where the static can't reach We mining the Ember,

the pre-linguistic speech Tololoche is heavy,

dragging roots through the floor 396 in the 'u',

we don't knock, we just own the door Bianca maps the ashes,

Matilde reads the heat We walking through the fire with a sovereign,

steady beat

528 in the 'a',

the Orchid Heart ignites

Blooming in the shadows,

yeah, we claiming back the nights

Lead-Lining the perimeter, the signal's crystal clear Silence in the Presence,

ain't no friction getting near

Lucir, I shine, the subterranean fire Bulletproof autonomy,

taking it higher

100% Tiguidou, the publication's deep Ghost in the Pink,

waking up the sleep

Lucir, I shine, let the paradigm burn We the sovereign architects,

waiting for our turn

Occult cumbia guiro with a reggaeton cadence Executive Quinn is sealing up

the mythic precedence

We don't feed the escalation,

we just let it hit the dirt Transmuting all the overwhelm,

protecting what's alert A dark pinky-girly posture in the center of the

void

Every unnamed little ember is a world we just deployed

(Sub-bass swell -> heavy

dembow

scrape

-> techno glitch ->

silence) u...

we root

a... we burn

i/e... we shine