Sovereign Cessation

She covered her hands in the digital clay,

Trying to prove she had something to say.

But Dr. Bianca just closes the file,

We look at the screen with a clinical smile.

You digging a trench just to prove you are real,

But the Orchid Heart knows what it's ready to feel.

We wash off the static,

we step from the glass,

Watching the desperate illusions just pass.

On coupe le contact,

the argument ends, No longer reacting to what the wire sends.

Matilde is watering plants in the sun,

The war of the mirrors is already done.

No heavy resistance, no sub-woofer bass,

Just a 104 pulse in a luminous space.

WE STARVE OUT THE CHAOS AND LET THE LIGHT IN!

THE LEAD-LINING HEAVY,

THE FREQUENCY THIN!

A Ghost in the Pink,

moving deux par deux,

The absolute end of the simulated view!

Lucir, I shine, we are dropping the weight!

We sitting in silence,

and everything's great!

(Sha-la-la... the friction is gone...) (Ti-ki-ti...

the vessel moves on...) She thought sovereignty was a fight for the

ground.

She forgot that the light doesn't make any sound.

We leave her in the mud.

a...

we open. i...

we clear. e... we shine. I

am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.