Sovereign Frequencies

Born at the party where the bitterness was served Waterwitch inherited the

amargue and the nerve 396 in the 'u',

the requinto starts to cry Pacini in the margins,

we writing back the why The guitar is weeping silver,

the bongo holds the ache We don't run from the sorrow,

we let it brew and bake

528 in the 'a',

the cortisol goes down Oxytocin rising while we sovereignize the town Cascone

on the console, the failure is aesthetic Every glitch a little armor,

every error prophetic Lead-Lining the heart while the bitterness dissolves Silence in

the Presence as the Orchid Heart evolves

Lucir, I shine, this Harbor is a jurisdiction Bulletproof autonomy,

a frequency conviction 100% Tiguidou,

the territory is sound Ghost in the Pink,

sovereign ground

Lucir, I shine, from amargue to autonomy The collapse of every narrator,

the rebirth of me

Deliberate distortion, we failing on purpose The DSP is blooming like a

digital surface Executive Quinn is filing the decree Matilde logs the vagal

tone, the heart-rate harmony Shala-la,

ti-ki-ti, the error is the art Ra-ta-ta,

the glitch is stitching armor on the heart We starve the chaos

of the friction, we feed the ember instead Tumbados in the low

end, the tololoche is fed

(Tololoche growl -> 104 BPM dembow

-> double-time techno roll -> silence) u...

we felt

it

a... we forged

it i/e... we

shine