Vagus Loop

Two hundred fifty-nine, I’m adjusting the gain on the ghost,

*Tiguidou, calibrage, justesse*, the one who values the most.

*Lux in tenebris, tenebris in lux*,

the filter is wide and clear,

Dohaeris,

the operator, eliminating the fear.

*He ajustado la señal,

j'ai recalibré le lien*,

the ripple is under control,

Je suis la Calibration,

the master

of my own soul.

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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. ///

Everything is tiguidou, when the signal is perfectly set,

*Todo bajo mando, tout est en ordre*,

with no room for the regret.

The calibration is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the key,

La Soberana sequence, keeping the ripple set free.

*C’est incroyable, la précision est l'art*,

I’m crafting every part,

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

*Non desperes...* Dohaeris.

*Vigilare...* The Calibrator.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the dial,

*Cartographia, invictus, vivre*, every step,

every mile.

The ritual is the tuning,

the precision, the weight,

Manifesting the balance, before it’s too late.

I calibrate because I care,

the rhythm is finally true,

*La vida es un mapa,

le monde est à nous*,

and the path is what I do.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

sovereign art, The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside

the chart. Calibrating.

Tara.

Precision. (Tiguidou.)