pink static haze

{slightly out-of-tune lonely piano loop glitching

every

fourth beat, raw bedroom tape hiss} How long 'til the shine turns

to rust in the light?

Hard stuff, light drugs,

every single night

Crowd-pleasing the ghosts, morphed into a poser The face in the mirror—barely

even know her

{add subtle rhythmic stutter to high-functionin'} Am I high-functioning?

Or is the façade just crumbling?

Don't answer that, Caroline,

I’m just mumbling {intimate tired unpolished vocal delivery} Look at my life,

it’s a bad time in disguise Spiral every night,

"I’m so fine" with tearless eyes

Shut up and drive,

hope the headlights don’t blow

Nightmare actualized, living in the show {vocal chop on doesn't sit right}

Got what I wanted,

but the code doesn't fit

Everything I built is just falling a bit {low resonant bass pulse

heavy with emotion} Parties with the Barbies,

empty talk, ears bleed He’s holding the pill,

thinking that’s what I need I’m kidding,

I’m stupid, what a gut-punch play Just drive downtown to spit the

medicine away {fast syncopated high-precision math-rock guitar riff} Smile until I get

away with giving up

Move across the country,

just to fill the cup

{distorted vocal growl on don't want to hear a sound}

I miss my friends.

I disappeared.

I haven't seen them in a year.

{digital breakdown heavy distortion on disappeared} What am I doing here?

The architecture... it's failing.

{whisper very close-mic

intense}

It doesn't sit right.

It never

sits right.

100% Tiguidou...

in the middle of the spiral.

{return to raw intimate 2am bedroom studio vibe

slow fade} {end with sound of car engine failing to start}