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}