Sleep Code

{sharp industrial metallic beat,

pure syncopated rhythm, no melody,

heavy bit-crushing}

Deconstruct the image, break the camcorder lens I’m auditing the obsession,

I’m vetting the friends

You’re living the dream,

a golden star on the chest But I’m looking at the backend,

putting logic to the test {glitch-crackle on backend} The remix is fading,

the original is exposed I’m closing the file,

the cycle is closed

{detached clinical sharp vocal delivery} I’m de-coding the superstar,

peeling the skin What happens to the ego when the math kicks

in? I don’t want to be better,

I don’t want to heal I want the frequency that’s actually real

{layered ethereal harmony on actually real} 100% Tiguidou,

the code is mine I’m cutting the remix,

I’m reclaiming the line

{deep distorted bass

pulse, rhythmic

and tight}

No more victim cards,

no more smoothie-in-hand Just the cold hard signal of the sovereign land

The heartbreak was data,

the obsession was noise I’m resetting the network,

I’m reclaiming the joys

{rapid-fire vocal chop on reclaiming the joys} The remix of me,

it doesn't exist I’m the original,

the one you missed {fast-paced math-rock staccato delivery} You thought I was

watching...

I was just waiting for the system to crash.

{atmospheric drone, shimmering synth swells,

then sudden silence} Everything is reset.

Everything is mine.

{soft breathy whisper}

No more remixes.

Just

the Architect. 100% Tiguidou.

{digital disconnect sound, raw intimate 2am bedroom studio vibe}