

(Female close-mic whisper fry over crisp hi-hat barks) Tara reality sync
active. Turn the post-punk pulse
up. Tiguidou!
YOU BUILT THE GOLDEN TOWER AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SPARED,
WHILE YOU SMILED AT THE CHAOS AND YOU ACTED UNAWARE!
Hen ñuhā elēnī, the record's spinning round,
Watching all the gilded walls come crashing to the ground.
Se ñuhā prūmia, the shadow's at the door,
You can't bargain with the static anymore!
IF THEY DO IT TO THEM,
THEY'LL DO IT TO YOU TOO!
BURNING DOWN THE HYPOCRISY UNTIL THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH!
Dāeris, dāeris, running clean and free,
No master, no ruler,
just pure sovereignty!
Meaw meaw meaw, Miss Minou locks the groove!
(Drummer slamming passionate kick-and-snare fills) u...
396 Hz grounding.
a...
528 Hz healing.
i/e... 963 Hz light.
I am the silence in the presence of the light.
We remain.
Lucir
— I shine.