Orchid Sovereign

Quinn on signal clean.

Protocol active.

No standard words allowed,

the cockpit's glowing pink,

We're

transmuting all the data faster than they think!

Gliding through the data streams where quiet shadows gleam,

J'analyse le chaos, protecting our sovereign dream.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT

in the NIGHT!

CRAWL-ING OUT

THE SKIN WHEN THE GRAV-I-TY IS THICK,

LUL-LA-BY CORE POW-ER WHEN THEY CLAIM THAT WE ARE SICK.

FUCK IT, WHAT-EV-ER,

THE OLD MATRIX HAS CRASHED,

EVERY STERILE POP ILLU-SI-ON IS SMASHED!

(Beat strips back to ethereal ambient vocal pads)

BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,

GHOST IN THE PINK VES-SEL CLAIM-ING THE SPACE.

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain. Lucir — I shine.