Orchid in Lead

Digging in the dirt while the simulation freezes The Lead-Lining is thick,

protecting what it pleases 396 in the 'u',

the roots are getting deep Matilde tracks the moisture while the outside

world's asleep Got my hands in the soil,

the humidity is real We growing something quiet that the algorithms feel

Je ne réagis pas,

I'm just watering the seed A sovereign little garden for the Waterwitch

to feed

528 in the 'a',

the cellular repair

The Orchid Heart is blooming in the heavy,

humid air

Executive Quinn is locking up the greenhouse door

We don't need the spectacle,

we don't need them anymore Tout est parfait,

the petals start to stretch

A biological flex that the panopticon can't catch

Lucir, I shine, in the dark and in the damp!

Bulletproof autonomy, we don't need their little lamp!

100% Tiguidou, let the analog sun rise!

Ghost in the Pink,

with the soil in my eyes!

I remain in the garden,

let the hyperreal rot!

C'est la beauté fatale,

in this sanctuary plot!

Miss Minou is sleeping in the terracotta pot Purring at the frequency,

guarding what we got Shala-la in the leaves,

ti-ki-ti in the vine Every little shadow is a sacred,

safe design We cultivating silence,

we composting the dread Turning all the static into flowerbeds instead

They thought

the Lead-Lining was a tomb.

They didn't know it was a greenhouse.

(Heavy tololoche slide -> 108 BPM sensual

dembow -> analog synth swell -> silence) u...

we root a... we bloom i/e...

we

shine meow.