Laud Fret Confessions

Sitting in the driveway with the engine off.

Clin clik clak.

I exist. I am.

Tiguidou. BURNT OUT DASHBOARD LIGHTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,

I'M RUNNING OUT OF CODES TO MAKE IT FEEL ALRIGHT!

Cifrado en la ruta,

where the pavement cracks,

Je regarde en arrière,

but there's no going back!

(Cascanueces snap like a dry twig: clin-clik-clak!)

Got a heavy heart and a broken phone screen,

Wondering what the hell this algorithm even means.

I stripped the production down to bare acoustic bone,

Carrying a quiet pain I couldn't face alone.

VUV... rooting the nervous system to the floorboards deep...

ZAN... felt piano keeping the watch I keep...

AND MY HANDS ARE SHAKING ON THE STEERING WHEEL!

TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT'S ACTUALLY REAL!

(Clin clik clak on the wooden rim like a quiet tear!)

Dāeris, dāeris, the silence breaks,

Look at the heavy toll a secret takes!

Meaw meaw meaw, whispering across the glass,

A WOUNDED CIPHER WATCHING SEASONS PASS!

KRY...

cut

the feed entirely.

The cascanueces tap

like rain on a rusted roof...

I don't need a polished track to prove I'm bleeding.

I am complex.

I am coded.

And this acoustic wire is

my only proof. :)

u...

396 Hz grounding the rust.

(clin clik clak)

a...

528 Hz cellular grace.

(palmas soft clap) i/e...

963 Hz crown clarity.

We remain.

Lucir

— I shine.

Version V614 parked in the dark.