Fractal Metropolis Swing

[Verse 1] Is this the "flip side"? Or just an overlapping grid? Held in a fractal of mirrored signs, No theorem frees these faulted lines. Open your eyes, Look up to the celluloid moon and see... Reflected in the shop glass, somehow there are three of me. [Verse 2] Streamlined lights slice through the Eleven-eight night. Calculating the asymptotes drawn by the scent of bergamot. Playing the perfectly designed lost child, As the holographic traffic lights give me a wink. Yielding to the waves of this dissonance... I didn't mean to lose my way, But the gravity of a tedious Monday is pulling me away. [Chorus] An old Nouvelle Vague film! (Shatters into fractals!) Let’s rendezvous! (In the maze of analog synths!) Masking unsolvable equations! (With the sweetness of a macaron!) With every click of my heels! (The space distorts!) Hold your breath! (In the blink of an eye!) The world is being reassembled once again! A perfectly designed, frenzied step! Frenzied step! Frenzied step! Let me out of the grid! (No, we will not let you go!) Let me out! (We will not let you go!) [Verse 3] Polygon girls dancing on an inverted street corner! Racing up a spiral staircase drawn by strings in the sky! So you think you can hold me in this overlapping grid?! We're breaking free from the gravity of a melancholy Monday! Yeah! A brass band blares an overture at the edge of the universe! We're always dancing, always dancing, To a vividly asymmetrical swing! [Bridge] Wait! Hold your breath and count to three! (One, two, three!) In the blink of an eye, a brand new geometry! Watch the city streets shuffle like a deck of cards, Scattering prism reflections across the boulevards! An intricately coded, mischievous little game... Just blink... And the world is reassembled again! [Outro] A mirrored metropolis... A mirrored metropolis... Don't bother searching for the exit to the maze. The asymptotes fade away... Always dancing to a vividly asymmetrical swing...