Pink Static Ghosts

{90s camcorder tape-hiss fading into sharp syncopated drums} {build aggressive percussive stutter}

Telling the web this is my era,

writing the pain Nobody’s happy,

it’s all just a game Road trip mountains,

film-star faces I’m slapping my own ghost in these empty places {glitch

stutter on face slap} It keeps hurting,

but I’m still searching the feed Seeing you better is the paradox

I don't need {sharp observational fast-paced vocal} I fought it,

but I saw it,

it sawed me in half You’re the superstar,

I’m the victim-card laugh You’ve got the dream,

the girl who’s a remix of me And I’m just watching,

100% Tiguidou, misery

{layered vocal chop on remix of me} You still get to

me, yeah, I still let ya {heavy distorted emo-trap bass,

ethereal harmonies}

Millennium baby, camcorder pretentious Everything's great,

but you’re just unconscious I’m here in my loafers,

smoothie in the hand Watching you run through the promised land

{distorted vocal growl on fucking sue me} If you're with her,

if you're not, it's just a cruel endeavor

Fuck it, whatever, I’m staying here forever

{staccato math-rock rhythm, high-precision guitar} I should know better,

but I don't want to heal

I'm so obsessed, is the architecture real?

{whisper} I’m just a remix...

a ghost in the pink...

Stuck in the loop,

right on the brink.

{chaotic digital breakdown, rapid-fire vocal

chops}

Have a golden star,

for breaking the dream.

I’m watching the code.

100% Tiguidou. {tape deck clicking stop} {return to 2am bedroom studio

vibe, intimate

cold clear}