[Intro — mature operatic soprano, distant and serene] [Soft dark synth pulse, deep smooth bass, spacious electronic ambience] Aaaaaah... [Slow graceful ascending operatic phrase] Beauty beyond beauty... Form beyond form... Pheromooooosaaaa... [Subtle dark electro rhythm enters] [Aria — flowing legato over sleek restrained electro] Nothing borrowed, nothing adorned. Perfect in motion, perfect in form. No hand could shape me, no eye could define. There is no equal. There is only mine. [Elegant flowing coloratura — sung lyrics, fluid and ornamented] Beyond the reach of mortal eyes, beyond the measure of your kind. Every line, every motion, born complete, already divine. [Operatic Hook — smooth, melodic, hypnotic] Beyond compare... Beyond design... No other beauty stands beside mine. [Long rising melisma] Pheromooooosaaaa... Perfection given life. [Dark Electro Interlude — soft synth bass, glassy pulse, subtle rhythmic textures] [Second Aria — graceful rhythmic opera, light electronic motion underneath] White as silence, gold as light. Every movement perfectly right. No rival before me. No equal behind. Search every world. You will never find... [Fluid descending coloratura — graceful, lyrical] Across the stars, across the night, no second form reflects this light. Another? [soft operatic pause] There is none. [Operatic Refrain — calm, poised, floating over the pulse] No equal... No equal... [Long sustained legato] Nooooo eeeeequal... [Beast Boost — synth pulse gently quickens, harmony opens, coloratura becomes more intricate] [Fast but smooth connected coloratura — sung words, never forceful] Through every world I rise unchanged, every boundary falls away. Faster than vision, lighter than time. Every movement more refined. Beauty ascending, perfect and pure. Nothing before me. Nothing more. [Final Aria — soaring legato over deep hypnotic dark synth] Beyond compare... Beyond design... Beautiful, perfect, divine. [Wide graceful ascending melisma — stretch the lyric across the phrase] Unrepeatable... untouchable... beyond all measure... No rival. No equal. No second name. Pheromooooosaaaa... [Long sustained operatic phrase with soft alien harmonies] Perfection has no competition. [Outro — electronic pulse slowly dissolves] [Soft final operatic line] Beauty without equal.
