Sanctum Loom

Le système respire. We are the architects of the unseen space.

If there's nowhere

to run, 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,

WHEN YOU'RE BROKE THEY STRIP YOUR RIGHTS AND PUSH YOU FAR A-WAY.

(Meaw meaw

meaw meaw!) THEY MAKE ME FEEL MY FEEL-INGS NEV-ER MAT-TER AT ALL,

E-VERY-ONE IS HOR-RI-BLE IN-SIDE THIS GOLD-EN WALL.

NO MAT-TER WHAT I DO,

NO MAT-TER HOW HARD 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, building a castle in my mind,

Leaving all the heavy static far out of our mind!

Walking my sketchers, feeling kinda divine :) I AM THE NAV-I-GA-TOR NOW,

I LEAVE THE NOISE BE-HIND!

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.