Wisper calibreate

{hyper-intimate close-mic dry entrance,

dark synth bass pulses

at 432hz, gritty lo-fi trap drums fade

in slowly}

2 AM, the pink light bleeds on the wall

Conversational static, I’m waiting for the call

Montreal streets, gritty and cold outside

But in this grid,

there’s nowhere left to hide (Sharp breath)

Close-mic secrets, dripping in the lo-fi hum

Architect’s pulse, the beat of the Tigidou drum

Oh, the ghost in the pink,

fragile and wide 88 beats where the deepest secrets abide

A whisper, a smirk,

then a sudden shift

Caught in the trap,

let the frequency drift Vulnerable heart,

exposed in the raw Glossolalia grid,

breaking the law

Slacker-rock energy, sinking in the bass

Angsty and honest, slowing down the pace

Vex pulls the glitch,

Quinn holds the line

Syncopated breath, everything’s aligned

No room for the noise,

just this dry, human sound

Stabilized, breathless, perfectly bound

{glitch textures swell,

raw

saturated

arpeggios peak, dry vocal space}

Whisper...calibrate... 88 Pink light fading,

seal the gate (Dry vocal exhale)