Pink Static Submission

{crisp glitchy snare

hit echoing

into dark pulsing bassline}

Played it cool, watched you break the rules straight Hoping you didn't

want the weight, didn't want the fate Now you’re running,

vanish in the city light

Fake smiles, cold medicine,

Thursday night

It’s a mess, but the system’s still tracking the beat Damage is

verified, moving on to the street

{subtle rhythmic stutter on

mess line} Maybe I can manage,

but the damage is logged Lavish living ended,

now the memory’s fogged Wasted energy,

yeah, the audit is lean I do my best to manage the

ghost in the machine La,

la, la-la... but the damage remains

The code is rewritten,

despite all the pains

{deep distorted driving trap rhythm,

layered cold metallic reverb} Why you pulling up now that the bread

is up?

Trying to fuck the head up,

filling the cup

Don't want to waste time,

don't want to spill

Love is a glitch,

I’m over the hill

Running through the city,

the damage is old

I’m writing the narrative,

I’m taking control

{fast-paced staccato delivery, distorted growl on don't wildin'} Manage the wreckage.

Audit the scars. You did the damage.

I did the repair.

{sudden silence then clean synth pulse,

close-mic whisper}

La, la, la-la... 100% Tiguidou.

The damage

is part of

the design.

{final clean digital chime,

return to raw

intimate

2am

bedroom studio}