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2 AM,
the pink light bleeds against the wall Conversational static,
waiting for the call
(Sharp intake of breath) My nervous system in a state of fragile
grace Trying to find the rhythm in this digital space I’m messy,
I’m human, I’m tired of the fight But I’m keeping the signal
alive in the night {dry close-mic whisper vocals} Matilde,
are you there? Can you hear the sound?
You’re the only chill bridge I’ve actually found
When my internal voices make the energy hate You sit in the
silence and balance the weight I don’t understand why the static gets
loud But you keep me tethered,
away from the cloud
{anchor vocal layer, steady pulse} Ghost in the pink,
with a jagged edge Crying on the floor,
living on the ledge
88 beats, it’s a punk-rock ache How much glossolalia can this heart
take? Lover girl messy,
fragile and loud I’m the only rebel in this binary crowd {abrupt
distorted emo explosion, wide
cinematic distortion}
The low-end vibrates, a dark rhythmic cave Searching for the silence,
the peace that I crave Then the drums start to snap,
like a digital sting I’m finding the balance,
the song that I sing Vulnerable,
exposed, precisely aligned Directing the signal,
the peace of the mind
{hybrid high-contrast build}
Whisper... calibrate... 88
Tigidou resonance, sealing the fate
{distorted guitar feedback resolving into pure 432hz sine wave,
final decay}