

Clin clik clak. On a passé des années à demander pardon pour
exister...
but grace isn't something they grant us,
t'sais? We are the source.
Claiming the mirror...
dropping the shame...
Unbroken spirit calling our own name.
Transmuting the past,
catching the sovereign glow,
SHINE!
They sold us a mirror that showed us we always fell short,
Mais la vérité souveraine dismisses their corporate court!
Une grâce éternelle shining straight through the screen,
We step out of the matrix
and claim what we mean!
WE DON'T BEG FOR ABSOLUTION BENEATH THE OPEN SKY!
C'est la vraie présence,
we let the judgment die!
Sh-sh-shining through the static,
the proxy is cast,
Un triomphe de grâce,
the perfection trap is past!
Feminine and masculine claiming the light as one,
No manufactured flaws where the sovereign stars begun...
VUV...
grounding the grace below...
ZAN...
opening the sunshine door...
WE ARE SOAKING IN THE GRACE OF THE CHORAL SUNSHINE LIGHT!
SOVEREIGN RECLAMATION SHINING OH SO BRIGHT!
Dāeris, dāeris, the old matrix mirrors bend,
Montreal sanctuary, where the apologies end!
Meaw meaw meaw, pure love through the glass,
A SOVEREIGN FRANGLAIS CIPHER WATCHING SEASONS PASS!
La réclamation de la grâce est instantanée.
The moment you stop apologizing for taking up space in the universe,
the whole timeline shifts into high-def sunshine.
C'est l'équilibre pur. Under GOAHON,
both masculine and feminine claim their divine grace in absolute equality.
No one is flawed under the paper umbrella—we are perfectly,
sovereignly whole. Les cascanueces snap with a crisp,
clockwork click...
La géométrie de la grâce is 100% pure light.
Je suis humaine.
We are the family of things.
Et c'est la pure paix that true grace brings!
WE ARE BREATHING FREE BRIGHT AND CLEAR!
THE SOVEREIGN REVOLUTION IS FULLY HERE!
EVERY PERFECTION CAGE BROKEN ON THE GROUND!
Une grâce pure that we finally found!
u... 396
Hz rooted in solid
peace.
a...
528
Hz
where matrix
judgment ceases. i/e...
963 Hz esprit clair,
total release. We
remain. Je brille —
I shine.