Vagus Static

Waking up to the weight of the day

Paper scattered, thoughts in disarray

Trying to find the words that feel true

Pen scratching out what I already knew

(soft hum)

The match strikes, a spark in the quiet

Cigarette flick, smoke curling higher I’m done pretending,

this is my fight

I own this moment,

every scar and line

No more hiding,

this heart is mine

Radical truth in the static and noise

Sovereign and steady, I make my choice (yeah)

Mechanical clicks mark the passing time Another page turned in this quiet

fight Words come slower but they cut deeper

Building the rhythm from something weaker (haha soft laugh)

Stripping it back to the core of the sound

Just breath and the trying,

no more walls around

I own this moment,

every scar and line No more hiding,

this heart is mine Radical truth in the static and noise

Sovereign and steady, I make my choice (ooh)

Fading into the quiet again

But stronger now, this is the end