Cape Cod girls don’t cry for the tide,

they braid the salt into their hair at night;

their laughter rides the white-cap crest,

a silver hook in the moon’s pale breast.

They kiss the storm until it sleeps,

then steal its thunder for their dreams to keep.

When the fog rolls in like a lonesome hymn,

they dance barefoot on the pier’s dark rim—

hips swaying slow to a phantom drum,

singing “home is the sea and the sea will come.”

MONTAGEM RUGADA – 續(xù)章

（Sayfalse & Cape & JXNDRO）

低頻像豹紋爬上耳膜，

我把夜色切成808的碎屑，

靴跟一落，整條街開始漏電，

霓虹在胸腔里翻車，碎成彩屑。

Rugada！讓鼓點撕開拉鏈，

把沉默的月亮拖進副歌，

誰還在意破曉？

我們只在低音里種骨刺，

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MONTAGEM ARMA sped up，夜在加速爆裂，

低音像上膛，心跳扳機不卸，

霓虹彈殼飛，街角鐳射傾瀉，

Cape&NXGHT! 把月色剪成碎屑。

LeoTHM的flow像直升機盤旋，

AxelitoHmn 一記808開天，

油門踩進深淵，速度是最后圣典，

全城跟著鼓點，集體超載爆裂。