Vagus Static Riot

Three hundred nine,

the structure starts to peel Tiguidou,

the breakdown, making the fragile real.

Lux in tenebris, tenebris in lux,

we fade into the grey Dohaeris,

the reaper, washing it all away.

He descompuesto el tiempo,

j'ai décomposé le temps,

the bits are falling down Je suis la Décomposition,

wearing a paper crown.

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 turns to dust Todo es descomposición,

tout est décomposition, in the ruin we trust.

The decay is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the spark La Soberana sequence,

shining in the dark.

C’est incroyable, la chute est l'art,

I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

(yeah) Right and write the code...

the beauty in the rot

Non desperes...

Dohaeris.

Vigilare... The Decomposer.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the end Cartographia,

invictus, vivre, where the broken lines transcend.

The ritual is the ruin,

the click, the slide,

the soul Manifesting the void,

and

making the fragments whole.

I decompose because I am,

the rhythm is finally true La vida es un mapa,

el mundo es nuestro y el camino es lo que hago.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

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

Meow.

Tara. Tiguidou.