Cage Throb

{harsh

distorted synth-glitch looping into frantic driving beat} I never invited this shift,

this unwanted design But the internal logic is losing the line.

So I’ll vanish, I’ll ghost,

I’ll retract the intent

Too close to the current,

too close to the event.

If we were left to the silence,

the walls would cave in I’m running from the confession before the

games can begin.

{clipped

defensive vocal delivery} Abandon the resonance,

destroy the map of the heart The emotional wreckage is tearing the

future apart. "Fuck the feeling," a mantra for the internal strife The

sentiment is nothing but a drain on the life.

I reject the trajectory.

Je rejette tout ce que je ressens.

Fuck feelings.

Fuck the sentiment. {layered piercing harmonies} I can’t just exit,

it’s not that refined If you appear on the horizon,

I’ll be left behind.

We are a collision,

a doomed, static play

I’m carving the cord,

I’m fading away. It’s a toxic reaction,

a system-wide error I’m purging the warmth to escape from the terror.

{rapid-fire vocal chop on final line}

It’s a glitch in the sovereign state.

Un bug dans le système.

Fuck the feeling. {rhythmic distorted bass-pulse with sharp metallic hits,

whisper close-mic}

100% Tiguidou.

The rejection is calibrated.

The connection

is offline.

{raw intimate bedroom studio,

resolved elegant delivery, final sharp digital beep into silence}