Franglais Hyperchaos Sprint
Clin clik clak. Votre machine à sous...
it's just digital static,
t'sais?
You talk so
big
inside the matrix screen...
But
we see through the whole illusion!
Busting the algorithm, catching the sovereign glow,
GLITCH! Tu penses que tu contrôles le jeu avec ton faux argent,
Running on the hamster wheel,
looking so stressant!
Un million de distractions in your plastic head,
We deleted all the anxiety and chose the light instead!
WE ARE LAUGHING AT THE MATRIX FROM THE OUTER SPACE!
C'est la vraie souveraineté,
erased without a trace!
Sh-sh-shining in the pixels,
the proxy is cast,
Un triomphe de folie,
the fake world is past!
No more bowing to the hustle or the artificial clout,
Feminine and masculine stepping right on out...
VUV... grounding the sub-bass pulse...
ZAN... turning off the matrix noise...
WE BROKE THE MONEY MACHINE IN THE SUNSHINE AIR!
SOVEREIGN AND UNBOTHERED WITHOUT A SINGLE CARE!
Dāeris, dāeris, the digital code bends,
Montreal hyper-glitch sunshine, where the illusion ends!
Meaw meaw meaw, pure love through the glass,
A SOVEREIGN FRANGLAIS CIPHER WATCHING SEASONS PASS!
They want you to think your worth is tied to a little
number on a screen.
But when you step into GOAHON,
you realize you're the entire infinite source.
C'est l'abondance réelle.
The masculine isn't competing,
the feminine isn't stressing.
We are just glitching our way right out of the simulation,
holding the paper umbrella while the digital rain melts
away. Les cascanueces snap with a sharp,
cybernetic rhythm...
La géométrie du chaos becomes pure harmony.
Je suis humaine.
We are the family of things.
Et c'est la pure liberté that the hyper-glitch brings!
WE BROKE THE MATRIX GLITCHING IN THE SUN!
THIS SOVEREIGN PARTY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!
EVERY FAKE STATISTIC ERASED UPON THE GROUND!
Une souveraineté pure that we finally found!
u...
396 Hz the matrix is clear.
a...
528 Hz pure sunshine here.
i/e...
963 Hz esprit clair,
no more fear. We remain.
Je brille — I shine.