Analog Suicide

[Intro] Lost in these frequencies, yeah Studio lights burnin' low Analog dreams start to flow, yeah [Verse 1] 3 AM, just me and Soren in this booth Chasin' dragons through these patch cables and tubes Vintage synths screamin' out my truth Hands shakin' on the keys, but I can't produce Memories of that night at the warehouse rave When them tabs hit different, made my mind cave Now every beat feels like cardiac waves Same rhythm as them monitors from my darkest days [Chorus] Can't tell if I'm makin' art or just destroyin' myself Chasing validation while my health on the shelf Daddy's voicemail still haunts me, yeah "Son, you're wastin' your life," but he don't see What these frequencies do to me What these frequencies do to me [Verse 2] F*ck a normal path, I'm too deep in this shit Every knob turn got me closer to the brink Soren passed me somethin' strong, said "just think" Now my mind's in places where sanity shrinks Studio walls breathin', gear starts to melt Creating sounds that show the pain that I felt They want the music but don't know the cost Every hit I make, piece of me gets lost [Bridge] System failure, mind in flames Can't separate the art from pain These analog waves got me chained But I wouldn't have it any other way [Chorus] Can't tell if I'm makin' art or just destroyin' myself Chasing validation while my health on the shelf Daddy's voicemail still haunts me, yeah "Son, you're wastin' your life," but he don't see What these frequencies do to me What these frequencies do to me [Outro] Studio lights burnin' low Let these machines take control Till there's nothin' left of my soul Just frequencies and static to show