Same words, different worlds
Breathe, breathe, you're alive.
Press play, then tap another version while it plays: the song carries on from the same word, in another world.
A song about the moment your body rebels against your mind and your mind detaches from your body. In this form the panic is mechanical — the heartbeat becomes a distorted drum machine, the dissociation becomes glitch. It's the attack seen from inside a nervous system behaving like a broken circuit, until the photon forces the reset.
- Mood
- cold, propulsive, abrasive, hypnotic
- Best for
- club warm-up, night drives, gym, dark electronic focus
- For fans of
- Crystal Castles, HEALTH, Boy Harsher
Coming soonI feel it walking through my nerves,
my heart is pulsing in my eyes.
I breathe but nothing comes in,
like drowning without water.
A stab between the ribs.
Stones in my stomach.
Tremors from within.
These hands aren't mine anymore,
I feel nothing but pins on my lips.
I watch from outside as I scare myself.
A ghost inside my body.
Inside a dream that isn't mine.
About to fall but never falling.
Stuck inside the same second.
I detach from reality.
Again.
With no way back.
Breathe, breathe, you're alive.
You've seen it before.
Pull the plug, cut the cord.
Back to your name, back to now.
Slowly my vision comes back into focus.
My mind comes back to my body.
I'm the photon that cuts the fog.
I resurface.
I'm back.
But I'm still soaked.