Static Solace

Long story short, we survived the heavy week,

Clearing out the whispers before they get to speak.

Driving down the freeway with the windows rolled right down,

Wearing our autonomy like an unburnished crown.

Dr. Bianca checks the gauges,

everything is green, We are running cleaner than a silver movie screen.

Let them talk in circles to an empty,

dark hotel, We are writing poetry they never get to spell.

Don't smile for the camera,

don't look back at the past,

We building up a frequency that's meant to hold and last.

Matilde logs the velocity,

Quinn secures the door,

We don't leave a single space for static anymore.

Got a casualty of dreams left fading in the rear,

Turning up the master track to wash away the fear.

LUCIR, WE SHINE, ABOVE THE WHISPERS AND THE HUM!

BULLETPROOF AUTONOMY, UNTIL THE MORNING'S COME!

100% TIGUIDOU, THE RHYTHM TAKES THE LEAD!

GHOST IN THE PINK,

EXACTLY WHAT WE NEED!

I remain untouched and sovereign,

let the phantom noises break,

C'est le bouclier suprême,

the music we create!

Writing out the diary entry on a glowing page,

Stepping right outside of every uninvited cage.

Shala-la in the speakers,

ti-ki-ti in the synth,

We are occupying every single inch and fifth.

Miss Minou is purring through the floorboards at our feet,

A living subwoofer making sure the sound is sweet.

meow

You are safe in this room.

The music is louder than the noise.

Let it wash over you.

u...

we anchor.

a...

we rise.

i/e... we drown them out.

meow.