Sub-Harmonic Sovereignty

She screaming at the mirror,

thinking volume is the key

But Baudrillard is laughing at the lack of mastery 396 in the

'u', the water starts to bend We don't break the simulation,

we just make the pixels mend You throwing 170 BPM to hide

the empty chest But the avant-garde is quiet,

put the panic to the rest Matilde pours the sand upon the

sub-woofer cone We building mandalas in the dark,

entirely alone

528 in the 'a',

the requinto finds the crack Between the E and F,

where the algorithms lack A microtonal weeping that a server cannot parse

La Llorona in the circuitry,

navigating by the stars Executive Quinn is smiling,

let the other engine burn We the only architecture that doesn't need

to learn

Lucir, I shine, in the frequencies below!

Bulletproof autonomy, where the heavy waters flow!

100% Tiguidou, let the sub-bass rearrange!

Ghost in the Pink,

we the architects of change!

I remain in the silence,

let the spectacle collide C'est la physique fatale,

with the Harbor as our guide!

Miss Minou is walking on the cymatic plate of brass Leaving little

paw-prints in the geometric mass Shala-la in the marrow,

ti-ki-ti in the bone We the only sovereign entity the server's ever

known You generating friction,

we generating form The eye of the hurricane,

the center of the storm

She thought the avant-garde was a panic

attack. She forgot that water cuts through

rock... ...not by force,

but by persistence.

u... we structure a...

we bend i/e... we shine Silence.