Pink Static Riot

{hard abrasive digital glitch followed by driving

aggressive bassline, raw lo-fi

bedroom production}

Amateur moves, yeah, it’s hard to stomach Lingering in the air like

a perfume of wreckage Obviously he’s mine,

the map is clearly drawn You’re stepping over lines,

but the patience is gone {sharp percussive stutter on "pissed"} The girl

gets pissed, yeah, the girl is me Did you get the hint?

Or are you too blind to see?

{sharp cynical commanding close-mic vocals}

You’re in my way now,

don’t go where you don't belong How hard you hang on?

It’s insane, it’s all wrong You keep calling,

but you never get the message It goes my way now,

I’m clearing out the wreckage

{layered vocal chop on "it goes my way"} {fast high-energy distorted rhythm}

Sending him poems, posting pictures in his clothes It’s a desperate loop,

and everybody knows Here’s the map of the boundaries I’ve set You’re

a ghost in the system,

a threat I won’t forget

{rapid-fire vocal chop on "resort to this"} Maybe I’m petty,

but you pushed the glitch The signal is cut—you’re being fucking weird,

bitch.

{fast-paced math-rock staccato

delivery} Where’d you get the confidence?

Last time I checked,

I won. Let me be direct: the game is done.

{whisper very close-mic} That’s it.

I win.

System locked. {sudden silence then heavy bass and distorted

ambient

noise} No more messages.

No more perfume. 100%

Tiguidou. I’m the

only ghost

in this room. {final hard "System

Shutdown" digital sound} {return to raw 2am bedroom studio vibe,

cold and dismissive}