Steel Lace

{steady clinical metronome

pulse layered with low humming distortion} She asked,

"In what way?" and the screen went blank

I’m mapping the struggle,

the weight in the tank Is it the static?

The rhythm? The missing of sleep?

Or the ghosts in the pink that I’m trying to keep?

{glitch stutter on the word difficult} It’s not just one sector,

it’s the whole damn frame

Hard to define when you're playing the game

{breathless raw direct close-mic intimacy} "In what way?"—the question is a glitch

in the core I’m struggling to find what I’m here for Is

it the

function? The heart? The math?

I’m walking the wire,

I’m burning the path {layered vocal ethereal harmony on walking the wire}

100% Tiguidou, but the signal is strained Diagnosing the damage that the

system has gained

{deep distorted bass pulse rhythmic and tight} Is it the physical weight?

Or the cognitive drift?

The inability to handle the seasonal shift?

I’m audit-trailing the days,

looking for the error

Finding the source of the persistent terror {rapid-fire vocal chop on persistent

terror} I’m answering the question with a ghost in the machine

Trying to explain the frequency unseen

{fast-paced math-rock staccato delivery}

It’s difficult... to keep the mask.

It’s difficult... to answer the task.

{whisper very close-mic} I’m a sovereign architect...

breaking under the pressure.

{atmospheric drone shimmering synth swells

then sudden silence for 2 beats}

In what way?

In every way.

100% Tiguidou...

still trying to stay.

{final flatline-style tone that slowly dissolves into a soft melodic chord} {back

to the raw intimate

2am bedroom studio vibe}