Smoke and Sovereignty

{heavy distorted

808-pulse and faint rhythmic inhale/exhale} {sparse echoing hi-hats enter low in

the mix} Stressed in the sanctuary,

trying to force the pace.

You’ve been gone for ages,

but I still see the face.

Trapped in the orbit,

no exit from the room,

No ears for the venting,

just the smoke and the gloom.

{glitchy digital decay on smoke} Stressed in the sanctuary,

trying to take it slow.

You’re a ghost of a second ago,

and I’ve got nowhere to go.

{weary numb resigned delivery}

I’m spiraling, fractured, the highs are a curse.

I admit the errors,

the state is getting worse.

My brother sees the damage,

the shadow in my eyes,

I wouldn’t wish the frequency on the one I despise.

{metallic industrial reverb on downfall} They track the descent,

they pray for the fall,

But I’m building a fortress,

I’m ignoring the call.

This is the fracture,

the debt you’ve laid on me,

I’m shedding the skin,

now you’re zero to me.

{rapid intense vulnerable delivery}

Locked in the chamber,

the walls closing in.

You’re a phantom in the cortex,

beneath the thin skin.

I know you’re listening,

the tracks are the proof,

I’m carving the agony into the truth.

{melodic aching confrontational delivery}

I’m converting the trauma,

the salt into gold.

They treat me like a legend,

the story is told.

Too many distractions, I’m back with the kin,

You’re gripping the shadow,

let the silence begin.

{rapid-fire vocal chop on give me something to hold} I’m autonomous now,

I’m the signal, the phone,

Tired of the hollow,

I need more than the bone.

{cold confident dismissive delivery} No room to move.

Pas de sortie. Burning the bridge,

to set the mind free.

{whisper very close-mic} Just smoke.

Rien d'autre.

{rhythmic distorted bass-pulse

and lighter clicking}

100% Tiguidou.

The room is quiet.

I am the only one left in the bedroom.

{raw intimate bedroom

studio vibe resolved

and elegant} {final deep 808-thud cutting into distant wind}