Rabid

This track is an excercise in absurdity which allows me to understand how my new insturment works in what it can and cannot do, and what I cna make it do that it was not designed to do. I like how this turned out so sharing it here. Hope someone else enjoys it. [VERSE 1] The room unhinges. Walls grow thin. They whisper where my breath has been. A glass of silence at my side spills backward into something tried. My pulse miscounts itself in fear— one step away, then always near. The light arrives with serrated teeth, and hums a hymn beneath my teeth. [CHORUS] Every door I ever knew forgets the shape of coming through as silence folds into the cracks and nothing I was can follow me back [POST-CHORUS] Every door I ever knew opens now to let me through the cracks hold light instead of black floating up a smokey stack [VERSE 2] I try to speak, but words return as sparks that refuse to learn. The floor forgets how floors behave, it rises like a patient grave. A shadow drinks the shape I cast, and asks me what I was at last. I reach for calm, it pulls away, a frightened animal of day. [OUTRO] The air grows thick with unseen names, and plays with me like broken games. Something inside my ribs replies— not voice, not thought, but widening eyes. The clock eats thunder, slow and thin, a silver fish forgets its skin. The door says left but walks to right, and pours the daytime into night. The sky unthreads its stitched-up blue, and hums a color no one knew. My shadow folds into a chair, and teaches silence how to stare. The moon misplaces all its names, and deals the dark in crooked games. A thought arrives, then turns to dust— the dust insists it learns to trust. #RockPoetry #TheatricalRock #AbsurdistMusic #DarkPoetics #SurrealRock #AvantGardeRock #ExperimentalRock #CinematicSoundscape #LyricalChaos #MythicNoise #NocturnalRock #PoeticDistortion #SoundAsStory #EmotionalDissonance #IndustrialPoetry #GothicSoundscape #ProgressiveChaos #DreamlogicMusic #RitualRock #BrokenSymmetry