Pink Static Confessions

{sparse lo-fi intro with glitchy guitar taps and distant

trap bass}

Late night, same four walls closing in

Scrolling through faces I pretend to know

Cynical laugh at my

own reflection

(yeah) {breathless delivery, light glitch stutters} I see the pink filter cracking

at the seams

Self-aware enough to name the game {building tension with math-rock fills}

Ghost in the pink,

fading out slow

I know the script but still play the role

Cynical heart with a crooked smile

(oh) {peak emotional release,

layered

raw vocals} Another hour,

same tired lines rehearsed

Laughing at how predictable we get

Pink glow hides the empty inside

(haha) {intimate close-mic, subtle math riffs}

Strip it back, just the crackle and me

Admitting I like the mess I've made {breakdown with glitch artifacts and

sparse bass}

Ghost in the pink,

fading out slow

I know the script but still play the role

Cynical heart with a crooked smile

(ooh) {soaring final release,

full glitch

layers}

Fading... still

here though

{decaying lo-fi loop

with distant

bass}