Chaotic Bloom

Ok pues, ok y’all,

somebody better be listening to this mess.

Words words words words of words word,

Word of words word,

words words words word.

Switching up the lane from a diary scream,

To a moody dark-pop nocturnal dream!

All the voices I hear are nothing but just words,

Scattering away like hyper-compressed electronic birds.

Dr. Bianca’s mixing the glitch with the soul,

While Miss Minou takes control of the whole console!

I don’t understand words,

words are hard for me,

Bouncing from a breezy bedroom groove to a glam-rock key.

Take it as my word that the mess is the art,

Tearing every single genre blueprint right apart!

MEOW MEOW MEOW, WE SMASHED THE FORMAT OPEN!

INDUSTRIAL GLITCH AND THE GLAM-ROCK SPOKEN!

100% TIGUIDOU, THE MUSTARD STINGS THE TONGUE!

GHOST IN THE PINK,

THE CHAOTIC SONG IS SUNGS!

Soaring high like a dramatic pop-belt cry,

While the delicate indie whispers drift right by!

Every word is word and words of words are word,

Flying higher and stranger than any migrating bird.

Word of words, words words words words,

Meow meow meow,

cutting through the heavy chords.

It's messy, it's loud,

it's a total collision,

Every single blueprint meeting its ultimate vision!

Everyone seems so chill with their clean little tracks...

We prefer the static when it cracks.

Words words words...

Meow meow meow...

A buenas tardes ahí pues!

u... hyper-glitched. a... glam-rock strutted.

i/e... french-whispered and

mustard-spiced. Meow meow meow...

(fading out across a dozen clashing genres) meow.