Vulnerable whispers

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

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

seal the gate (Dry vocal

exhale)