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}