Tactile Smoke

Tactical invisibility, the Ghost Protocol engaged Waterwitch is moving through the static,

totally disengaged 396 in the 'u',

the tololoche is a ghost Muted strings and heavy slides,

we doing the most Bianca maps the blind spots,

Matilde holds the breath We walking through the panopticon,

scaring them to death 528 in the 'a',

the Orchid Heart is hidden Lead-Lining the perimeter,

the algorithm is ridden Silence in the Presence,

we don't make a sound While the chaos looks for friction,

we are nowhere to be found

Lucir, I shine, but only when we choose Bulletproof autonomy,

we the ones who never lose 100% Tiguidou,

the frequency is cold Ghost in the Pink,

breaking every mold Lucir,

I shine, let the

escalation fail We the sovereign architects,

riding on the rail

Executive Quinn is wiping every footprint in the snow Occult glitch is

fracturing the data in the flow Shala-la,

ti-ki-ti, the sensors cannot track Ra-ta-ta,

the rhythm is a ghost upon the track We don't feed the

escalation, we just let it hit the void Every boundary testing is

a system we destroyed

(Muted tololoche

slide

-> 104 BPM sub-kick -> bachata whisper -> silence)

u... we vanish a...

we slip i/e... we shine