Screams on Cinnamon Road

I wore my good sweater to the corner store,

Playing the chaotic good witch on your kitchen floor.

You had that vintage vinyl,

acting so profound, While my mastermind plots were spinning 'round and 'round.

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

Writing down your red flags in the quiet winter night!

WELL GOOD FOR YOU,

GO PLAY YOUR LITTLE GAMES,

I'M SCREAMING IN THE SEDAN,

FORGETTING ALL YOUR NAMES!

NINETY-SIX PER-CENT NO DIS-CO ON THE TRACK,

GOT MY DIARY, MY SANITY,

AND I'M NOT LOOKING BACK!

Amara vara Mara vara SOV-EREIGN PANE,

WASHING OUT THE VAULT TRACKS IN THE MIDNIGHT RAIN!

And I remember December,

freezing on the street,

Watching you drop my twisted fairytale at my feet!

You're a getaway driver in a stolen car,

But I'm the one who drew the map and caught the shooting

star! I’VE GOT BIG EX-PEC-TA-TIONS,

REAL BIG EX-PEC-TA-TIONS, RE-WRITING ALL THE CHAPTERS OF OUR OLD RE-LA-TIONS!

FUCK IT, WHAT-EV-ER, YEAH WE TAKE THE WHOLE BAG,

STANDING ON THE PODIUM AND WAVING THE FLAG!

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

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

u... 396 Hz root grounding.

a... 528 Hz transformation.

i/e... 963 Hz crown clarity.

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain. Lucir — I shine.