

Static in the background,
voices trying to speak,
Drown them in the sub-bass,
make the signal leak.
Writing down a secret like a timestamp on the screen,
Looking like a poster from a movie you've been in.
Dr. Bianca filters every frequency that tries to bite,
We got the guitars crying in the middle of the night.
You thought a little chatter could break our focus down?
We turning up the volume till we take away the crown.
Sugar on the surface,
but a razor underneath,
We grinding down the static till we break our teeth.
Matilde logs the rhythm,
Quinn secures the track,
We moving forward fast and we are never looking back.
Got the diary open,
got the panic in the song,
Playing it on repeat till the voices get it wrong.
LUCIR, WE SHINE, THROUGH THE STATIC AND THE NOISE!
DROWNING OUT THE WHISPERS AND THE UNINVITED VOICES!
100% TIGUIDOU, LET THE BASS DROP HARD!
GHOST IN THE PINK,
PLAYING EVERY SINGLE CARD!
I remain completely centered,
let the phantom frequencies burn,
C'est le bouclier sonore,
watch the audio turn!
Running down the highway with the courthouse in the rear,
Got a hundred little glitches making crystal clear.
Shala-la in the speakers,
ti-ki-ti in the beat,
We sweeping all the whispers right away from our feet.
Miss Minou is purring through the distortion wall,
A little living anchor that out-sounds them all.
meow
You can talk all you want to the empty
room.
We built a fortress
out of rhythm and bloom.
u... we drown it out.
a... we turn it up.
i/e... we shine right through.
meow.