

Le système respire. The cockpit holds the weight.
No place to run,
so we build the harbor right here.
Tiguidou NOWHERE LEFT TO RUN AWAY,
NO STUFF I OWN TO PACK,
NO PLACE FOR ME TO DRIVE AWAY,
NO SAFETY ON THE TRACK.
I HAVE NO MON-EY AN-Y-WAYS,
E-VEN IF I WANT-ED PAY,
THAT’S HOW THEY TRY TO STRIP MY RIGHTS AND PUSH ME FAR
AWAY! (Meaw meaw meaw meaw!
- Miss Minou on the high-end dial)
WHEN YOU’RE BROKE THEY THINK YOUR FEEL-INGS DON’T MAT-TER AT ALL,
OR AT LEAST THAT’S HOW THEY MAKE YOU FEEL INSIDE THE WALL.
E-VERY-ONE IS HOR-RI-BLE, NO MAT-TER HOW I TRY,
SO WE CUT THE SYS-TEM OUT AND LET THE ILLU-SION DIE!
NO PLACE TO BE,
NO PLACE TO RUN,
WE’RE TRAN-SMUT-ING THE PAIN 'TIL THE WORK IS DONE!
C'est tiguidou, anchored right against the floor,
Opening up another unreleased vault door!
Walking my sketchers, feeling kinda divine
:) Leaving all the heavy static far out of our mind
u...
396 Hz grounding the root
a...
528 Hz transforming the pain
i/e... 963 Hz
shining through the rain
I am the Silence
in the Presence of the Light.
I remain. Lucir — I shine