Bleach Drinker x 8. Aphelion (Mashup)

[Intro — orchestral build, 16 bars, no vocals] (string ostinato enters) (126 BPM sidechained pulse begins) (brass stab — once) (twice) (the trance drop approaches) [Verse 1 — Voice 2, direct and grounded] Bleach taste from the back room sink wintergreen and Xerox heat I learned to grin at autopsies with paper cuts across my teeth Everybody had a ruler every ruler bent my name I kept chewing through the wiring just to see the ceiling shake [Verse 2 — Voice 2] Dog comes crawling when the shouting starts tail tucked like a severed fuse Wrong soul begging for the thunder like he's got something left to lose Maybe comfort looks disgusting when you learn it through alarms Maybe love is just your nerves getting tangled in the harm [Pre-chorus — Voice 1, YuniCly, entering for the first time] I've reached the farthest point in the orbit I was given — the sun is very small from here and very far and hidden — I didn't mean to drift this far I just forgot to steer (voices begin to layer) And I am cold and I am clear and I can see for miles from here [Chorus — Voice 1, full topline, festival drop] (808 bass drops) (Latin percussion enters) (brass full force) Aphelion — I'm out at aphelion the pull is weak but I'm still in the system — Aphelion — I'm out at aphelion I'll curve back slowly I just need a season (pitched-up vocal chops: aphelion — aphelion — aphelion) [Verse 3 — Voice 2, over trance pulse] I'm not your slow kid I'm not your strange I'm not the cracked mirror you keep around for shape You don't know me from the haircut or the static in my jaw You saw smoke and called it failure while I held up half the wall [Verse 4 — Voice 2] Middle kings in swivel chairs passing out their little scars "Good thing you escaped in time" like they almost crushed a star Later came the ghost revision "You were awful back at first" Funny how the story fattens when the witness leaves the earth [Pre-chorus — Voice 1, building] The strangest thing about this distance is how beautiful it is — the clean geometry of losing touch the mathematics of a miss — I've mapped the arc of my returning I know the physics of the fall — And I am cold and I am clear and I can see for miles from here — and everything is very still and very near [Chorus 2 — Voice 1, full festival peak] Aphelion — I'm out at aphelion the pull is weak but I'm still in the system — Aphelion — I'm out at aphelion I'll curve back slowly I just need a season (vocal chops stack and fracture) (cinematic breakdown begins) [Bridge — both voices together for the first time] (breakdown — percussion strips back) (string ostinato alone) (two voices, close, almost indistinguishable) Voice 2: I learned patterns from the panic I learned numbers from the bruise Fifty percent survival instinct fifty percent nothing to lose I built myself against a shadow now the shadow's in my stance — Voice 1: It's not abandonment it's orbital — it's not emptiness it's spherical — Both: I can't tell if I escaped it or just taught myself the dance — (the dark between the stars is not a lack — it's just the space that holds me on the way back) [Outro verse — Voice 2, quieter, over building trance pulse] Dog still wakes before the sirens pacing circles through the dark Every room becomes a classroom every stranger leaves a mark And the flood keeps all the fingerprints underneath the painted walls You can scrape them with your fingernails but they never really fall [Final chorus — festival climax, both voices fully merged] (full orchestra) (808 at maximum) (brass stabs) (Latin percussion peak) Voice 1: Aphelion — I'm out at aphelion — the pull is weak but I'm still in the system — Voice 2 (underneath): I'm not your slow kid I'm not your strange — I'm still in the system — I'm still in the system — Both: I'll curve back slowly — (I built myself against a shadow) I just need a season — (now the shadow's in my stance) I'll curve back — (the flood keeps all the fingerprints) I'll curve back — (they never really fall) (pitched-up vocal chops fracture and scatter) (brass holds one final chord) (808 fades) (string ostinato — alone — four bars) (silence)