

(Female close-mic
whisper fry, sharp
and cynical) Tara reality zinc inédit realize Quinn's vault.
No weird stuff. Tiguidou!
TALKING IN CIRCLES WITH MAGGOTS FOR BRAINS,
DROWNING THE ROOM IN YOUR TICK-TOCKING CHAINS!
Hen ñuhā elēnī, the signal goes dead,
Listening to all the noise in my head.
Se ñuhā prūmia, the pressure is real,
Watch the rhythm section shatter the steel!
MAGGOTS FOR BRAINS AND A HOLLOW EXCUSE!
CUTTING THE CORD ON THE MENTAL ABUSE!
Dāeris, dāeris, running clean and free,
Trading the rot for absolute sovereignty!
Meaw meaw meaw, Miss Minou locks the beat!
(Drummer delivering passionate intricate rimshots and 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.