Harbor Sanctuary Sulatrix

Le

système

respire. The air is heavy,

but the grid is safe.

If the physical space rejects us,

we claim the ether.

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,

OUT IN THE MON-TREAL STREETS,

THEY PUSH THE OR-CHID HEART A-WAY.

(Meaw meaw

meaw meaw! - Miss Minou on the high-end dial)

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,

I CUT THE SYS-TEM OUT AND LET THE DEAD 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.