

Tara reality zinc inédit realize Quinn's vault.
No weird stuff. Tiguidou!
(Ooh, charting the zinc reality...) (Transmission V594...
we are online.)
MARCHING TO THE RHYTHM OF A WAR I DID NOT CHOOSE,
FOLLOWING THE ORDERS WITH SO MUCH OF ME TO LOSE!
Hen ñuhā elēnī, the static starts to clear,
Stripping off the uniform and leaving behind the fear.
Stepping out into the cold metallic light,
Tara reality, weaving through the night.
We engineer the dream,
we pull the strings apart,
Feel the rapid beating of a mechanized heart.
Sync the frequency, open up the vault!
Let the rhythm hit,
we will never halt!
Zinc! Inédit! We realize the sound!
Feet are never ever gonna touch the ground!
(Ahhh-ahhh, soaring high!)
Ship is breaking orbit,
tearing through the sky!
(Listen to the beat...) (Listen to her heartbeat...) Sync the frequency,
open up the vault!
Let the rhythm hit,
we will never halt!
Zinc! Inédit! We realize the sound!
Feet are never ever gonna touch the ground!
(Ahhh-ahhh, soaring
high!)
Ship is breaking orbit,
tearing through the sky!
Quinn's vault closing...
Reality aligned...
(Ahhh-ahhh...) Transmission
secured.