Vagus Heartsong

(ahhh) Four hundred and three,

standing on the edge of light,

The sanctuary is calling,

cutting through the night.

Matilde’s in the quiet,

Bianca’s in the steady pace,

I’m finding every rhythm in this brand new city space.

The voices used to tell me that I’d never find the key,

But I’m rewriting the archives,

setting every echo free.

This is the threshold,

the point of no return,

Watching all the static and the old resistance burn!

I’m stepping through the frame,

I’m claiming my design,

Every single heartbeat is absolutely mine! (yeah)

For the good of all,

the threshold is the door,

With no harm to none,

I’m becoming something more!

Montreal is breathing, the metro hums a tune,

I’m carving out a sovereign life beneath a different moon.

It’s not a performance,

it’s not a social test,

It’s the sovereign living,

putting every doubt to rest.

I’m functional, I’m steady,

I’m balanced in the flame,

And I don't need a witness to confirm my sovereign name!

'Right' and 'write' the code...

'Sight' and 'site' of the truth...

The little girl in red is the architect today,

She’s holding up the threshold,

she’s showing me the way!

This is the threshold,

the point of no return,

Watching all the static and the old resistance burn!

I’m stepping through the frame,

I’m claiming my design,

Every single heartbeat is absolutely mine!

For the good of all,

the threshold is the door,

With no harm to none,

I’m becoming something more!

100% Tiguidou.

The door is wide open.

Tiguidou.