

La nuit est froide,
the server room is blue,
I draw the line and cut the static through.
No friction fed, I let the chaos starve,
A sovereign space is what I came to carve.
Watching all the modern simulation spin.
Le système respire, the heavy anchors drop,
We set the rules,
we let the panic stop.
From the Montreal room to the open sky,
We let the old illusions shatter out and die.
WE HOLD THE HARBOR,
UNBOTHERED AND SECURE! The frequency is clean,
the architecture pure! A four-k vision cutting through the screen,
The coldest aesthetic that they've ever seen!
(meow meow meow meow
as syncopated ghost notes)
(Sha-la-la, ti-ki-ti, ra-ta-ta)
The server declined
your request to panic.
We remain. u... a...
i/e...
I am the silence in the presence of the light.
We remain.
Lucir
— I shine.