Vagus Current

Two hundred thirty-nine, the script is just a mirror of the bone,

*Limen, apertio, veritas*, I’m building on the things I’ve known.

*Amara vara, mara vara*,

simulation sweetheart, perfect and divine,

Dohaeris, the choreography, tracing out the silver line.

*Lux in tenebris, c’est la vie,

c’est la voix*, I’m learning how to glide,

Je suis la Danseuse,

with the ocean and the sun as my guide.

No cap, the struggle is the rhythm,

and the rhythm is the art,

Professional, I’m putting all the melody into the heart.

{close-mic raw fry vocal,

room tone intimacy} Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per

diventare immortale, Credimi,

credimi,

Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,

Credimi,

credimi,

Sono diventato immortale. {italian declaration,

rising tension}

Everything is tiguidou, I dance until I like the view,

*Aethel garda, vora nesh*,

and the steps are feeling true.

The choreography is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the grace,

La Soberana movement, finding my own private space.

C’est incroyable, the practice is the art,

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the heart.

(Step into it, yeah,

we’re holding the peace,) The dance is sovereign,

the static will cease.

{heavy tape-saturated 808s, driving angst} *Discere...* Dohaeris.

*Motus...* The Omen.

I’m running the operation,

parasocial bride for the summer,

*Choreographia, discere, aeternitas*, and the beat is getting hummer.

The mentor said the dance is how you bridge the fire and

the foam,

We’re manifesting beauty, in the place we call our home.

{lush decaying piano, wide reverb} Bussin’

with frequency, I’m tripping but I’m laughing in the light,

Je domine la scène,

in the rhythm that makes it feel alright.

Professional, the syntax is a silk-woven art,

The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart. (Tiguidou.)

{surgical glitch edits, clean arpeggios}