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}