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In and out of packs who barely note my absence
Each functions smoothly as a broken clock
What's persuasive, is born of sheer coincidence
Run and fly, descend, we feed, then move off

If this is a beginning, beginning of what?
The cogs, coiling springs, they never stop
Counting up to future time they never meant to come
Those who won’t learn the course of the ships they pilot

Civilizations of clockwork, fire and glass
Scents of warm bodies, rot, bone, and volcanic ash

Within all their motion, don’t see this tail’s unmoving
They repeat what they’re made for, unquestioned
But when was the last time they wound up their springs?
Driven by fruits of spoiled knowledge long turned to carrion

If this is a beginning, beginning of what?
Their cogs, their coils, never bother to stop
Ticking till a coming time burns their back-stripe right off
And they won’t learn to steer the vessels they pilot

Is this the start of something that can’t ever be stopped?
Wind on this flank mixing my scent with their breath’s rot
They never meant these things, this time, to come
So they tick on, as though it has not

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from Black​-​Backed Box EP, released October 1, 2022

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Vertigo Fox Winnipeg, Manitoba

Vertigo Fox is a band made up of one mysterious, probably catlike creature.
A mysterious creature who, tired of hearing the same themes in music year in and year out, decided to create something altogether stranger.


Vertigo Fox enjoys long walks and hikes, though the cats he inevitably encounters always tell him they're prowls.
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