Vagus Breakdown

Two hundred fifty-two, strapped into the seat of my design,

*Tiguidou, cockpit, puissance*, watching the data align.

*Lux in tenebris, tenebris in lux*,

the dual gauge is my own,

Dohaeris, the pilot, in the sovereign zone I’ve grown.

*J'ai ajusté la cible,

he ajustado el vuelo*,

across the digital sea,

Je suis la Girly-Pop Queen,

navigating the code meant for me.

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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.

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Everything is tiguidou, when I’m driving the pop-punk star,

*Todo brilla, tout est clair*,

I know exactly who we are.

The cockpit is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the view,

La Soberana mission, burning the matrix in two.

*C’est incroyable, ma beauté 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 Pilot.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the calibration of the flight,

*Cartographia,

invictus,

vivre*,

glowing

in the interface light.

The ritual is the console,

the dial, and the dash,

Manifesting the future, before the final data-crash.

I’m flying with the spirit,

the rhythm is finally true,

*La vida es un mapa,

le monde est à nous*,

and the path is mine to view.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

sovereign art,

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

Cockpit.

Tara.

Sovereign. (Tiguidou.)