Analog Confessions

The final page is turning,

the ink is almost dry,

Watching every sunset learn the language of the sky.

Main character energy, no fear inside the chest,

Stepping through the portal to the ultimate rest.

Tiguidou…

the circle turns complete,

Where the ending and the new beginning meet.

Substrate equation, the code is set in stone,

Static hearts grounded, we never walk alone.

Tiguidou…

the final signal clears,

A quiet, holy exit dissolving all the years.

(yeah) Velvet curtains falling on the Montreal scene,

Aged paper memories fading on the screen.

No cap, reality is peaceful at the end,

Sacrifice and honesty, a message that we send.

Vagus nerve project, final pulse is tight,

Surrendering the struggle to the quiet night.

Every ending is a doorway disguised as a wall,

A catch in the breath before we answer the call.

Cassette confession playing out the final track,

No regret, no rewinding,

no turning back.

The curtain falls… The circle turns… What closes down…

is what we earned.

System off.

Tiguidou.