Orbital Synthexorde
Clin clik clak.
Leurs satellites tournent autour de la Terre...
but we're hijacking the beam with pure sunshine,
t'sais!
Beaming through space...
light in the sky...
Unbroken connection standing on the floor!
Interference cleared,
catching the sovereign glow,
BROADCAST!
They thought satellites were built to keep us all apart,
Mais la vérité souveraine reconnects every single heart!
Un signal orbital shining through the blue,
Transmitting pure freedom directly to you!
WE LIGHT UP THE ORBIT UNDERNEATH THE SUN!
C'est la vraie présence,
the isolation's done! Sh-sh-shining through the sky,
the proxy is cast,
Un triomphe cosmique, the matrix surveillance is past!
Feminine and masculine broadcasting across space,
No satellite controls our sovereign human grace...
(VUV...) (ZAN...) WE ARE SATELLITES SHINING IN THE CHORAL LIGHT!
SOVEREIGN TRANSMISSION SHINING OH SO BRIGHT!
Dāeris, dāeris, the old matrix network bends,
Montreal orbital sunshine, where distant tracking ends!
Meaw meaw meaw,
pure love through the glass,
A SOVEREIGN FRANGLAIS CIPHER WATCHING SEASONS PASS!
Distance is just an illusion of the grid.
When you align your signal with pure sovereign light,
even the highest satellite becomes a mirror reflecting the warmth of human
connection.
C'est la présence globale.
Under GOAHON, both masculine and feminine share the airwaves in absolute equality.
No cold technology under the paper umbrella—just one united frequency spanning the
globe. Les cascanueces snap with a crisp,
clockwork click... La géométrie du signal is 100% pure light.
Je suis humaine. We are the family
of things. Et c'est la pure
joie that the transmission
brings! WE ARE BROADCASTING FREE SHINING BRIGHT AND CLEAR!
THE ORBITAL REVOLUTION IS FULLY HERE!
EVERY COLD DISTANCE BROKEN ON THE GROUND!
Une souveraineté pure that we finally found! (u...) (a...) (i/e...)
We remain. Je
brille
— I
shine.