

Tara reality zinc inédit realize Quinn's vault.
No weird stuff. Tiguidou!
WE BUILT THE EVIDENCE AND BURNED IT TO THE GROUND,
PLAYING ALL THE ACCOMPLICES WITHOUT A SINGLE SOUND!
Hen ñuhā elēnī, the wreckage looks so sweet,
Tracing every fracture down this bitter-pill street.
Se ñuhā prūmia, the nostalgia starts to bite,
Watch the rhythm section surge and take back the night!
IT WAS OUR FAVORITE CRIME AND WE LOVED EVERY FALL!
PLAYING BOTH THE VICTIM AND THE WRONGDOER IN THE HALL!
Dāeris, dāeris, running clean and free,
Trading all the wreckage for absolute sovereignty!
Meaw meaw meaw, Miss Minou locks the beat!
(Drummer delivering passionate, intricate rimshots and dramatic
crash swells) 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.