[Spoken Word] "There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path. Already you are the monarch of your own skin. Your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs. Act as if you were already free." (T.A.Z.) [Verse 1] The fan turns like a sluggish dervish in the heat Dust of the desert on the city street Beyond the museum we carry in our skulls Where the signal is sharp and the consensus pulls We are the spies of an 'amour fou' Stealing the light they stole from you In the cracks between factory, church, and school We sharpen the shadow, we break every rule. [Chorus] Act as if you were already free A pirate republic on a digital sea Don't wait for the storm, don't wait for the light We disappear into the velvet of night Monarch of skin, in a kingdom of one The T A Z has risen, the T A Z is gone. [Verse 2] Master the art of the ghost in the crowd The invisible blade, never spoken aloud Like shadows that move through a fortress of stone We haunt the machine, yet we walk alone A chameleon soul, we wear every face A ninja’s drift through the wreckage of space The map is a lie, the borders are thin We strike from the void, then we vanish again. [Bridge] Poetic Terrorism, a shock to the nerve The hidden garden that the rebels preserve Clandestine. Clandestine. No fortress can hold us, no wall is too high A phantom’s silence beneath a black sky Leave the corset of history behind. Nomadic soul, never defined. [Chorus] Act as if you were already free A pirate republic on a digital sea Don't wait for the storm, don't wait for the light We disappear into the velvet of night Ark of skin, in a kingdom of one The T A Z has risen, the T A Z is gone. [Outro] Chaos never died. The grid is alive. Whipering is true. Everything is permitted. Already free.
