As with all of my content, this entire process was documented in a live stream at www.twitch.tv/zeromeaning
A sample was taken from ‘Cold War’ by Zero Meaning, then stretched, reverbed, and layered to form the backbone for this track.
Synth: Albino2, ImpOSCar
Additional sounds: Radio transmissions, in-between stations.
Vocals: Performed live in one take by Zero Meaning.
L this is how it is lonely and aging in a crumbling room nowhere to stretch, nowhere to grow i can't be myself might as well be dead just smile and tell them it's fine, but it's not happiness is a blank page i don't know how i continue every day is the same fucking thing just talking to myself, talking into empty space with no one listening, no one caring sometimes someone passes by and throws a dime, sometimes a dollar and they're gone. it's just crumbs, not enough to sustain the days get longer, the mountains grow steeper, and i care less and less i wish i were dead it'd be better to fade away than be noticed everything here, you, the mirror, me they're all projections you're all too busy with your fucking rat race and capitalist bullshit slaving away for someone who earns more than you do just so you can have fifteen minutes with your child when you get home after a two hour commute what are you trying to achieve? who are you pretending to be? what are you trying to forget? it's all a dream i know i've totally lost the plot but there never was a story in the first place our narrative came to an end years ago here we are, stagnating in sufferance R do you think you can remember? the times we had, the places we went to the laughter, the joy? we've become so distant it's so cold all the time my opinion was never valid i'm sorry if i offended you i rejected myself years ago but it's okay i'm okay with just existing none of this matters anyway we're all going to die some day i can't wait to be forgotten always evading others and the truth most people want success but success is something i'm not used to we keep ourselves happy by deceiving ourselves fill in the spaces with tv and nonsense could you please hold my hand like you used to? i held on to hope but you turned me away wished for years to have you back but you left that day and never returned might as well have died now my heart has turned cold towards you my words are alkaline i feel like a wasp every day is the same fucking thing never wanted to be this way but i lied to myself i lied until i saw things how they were this is how it is