

Genre, I told you the grid was fragile...
but whatever.
👍 (Whispered High Valyrian,
dripping with sarcasm: Gīda...
yeah right, peace...)
Vēlma! I see the static in your eyes!
(Spite! I see the static in your eyes!)
Keso daor, I’m not buying the disguise!
(Not this, I'm not buying the disguise!) You said you had the
Laminar Flow,
But you're just dragging me gō! (beneath!)
Se ñuhā prūmia... (And my heart...) (Deep breath in,
audible on the mic) ZĀLAS! (BURNS!)
ZĀLAGON!
I BURN THE MASTER-GRID DOWN!
(BURN! I BURN THE MASTER-GRID DOWN!) MEOW MEOW MEOW,
I'M WEARING THE CROWN!
You wanted the friction,
you wanted the fire,
Perzys moriot!
I’m calling you a liar!
(Fire always!) Qilōni?
Who do you think you are?
Rāenion qēlos... you’re a dying star.
(Radiant star...)
C'est bon, para que quede bien.
I’m over it. I am the silence in the presence of the
light.
We remain.
Lucir
— I shine.