Soft Asphyxia

dub trip-hop, dark ambient electronica, Bristol trip-hop

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[Verse 1]
[Male Rapper A - Languid, hypnotic flow]
We slide the heavy deadbolt, shut the world outside the frame
Ignoring all the sirens and the ashes and the rain
We sink into the cushions, losing track of every day
Just breathing in the incense while the concrete rots away
[Male Rapper B - Breathy, sliding into the pocket of the beat]
You pull the woven blanket right across your heavy chest
We treat the isolation like a monumental test
Don't look out at the skyline, just ignore the rising smoke
We wrap ourselves in cotton just to see how long we choke
It costs a lot of money to ignore the breaking glass
We sitting on the sofa watching civil structures pass.

[Chorus]
[The beat drops into a massive, cavernous space]
[Female Vocal - Soaring, ethereal, and mournful, drenched in reverb]
It is a soft asphyxia, a quiet little cage.
Turning off the volume of the burning outside rage.
We are running out of oxygen, starving in the dark.
But the fabric is so heavy that we cannot find a spark.
(Breathe it in)
The stale and muted air.
(Breathe it in)
Pretend we do not care.

[Verse 2]
[The tight, claustrophobic drum loop returns]
[Male Rapper A]
The air conditioning is humming, circulating dust and chill
I look at your reflection, you are sitting utterly still
You haven't moved a muscle since the middle of the week
I think we both forgot exactly how we used to speak
[Male Rapper B]
I could take a hammer, I could break the sealed pane
But then we'd have to face the bitter poison of the rain
We'd have to see the ruin, we'd have to feel the grit
It’s easier to wither in the center of the pit.
We traded our momentum for a deeply padded room
A premium apartment that functions as a tomb.

[Chorus]
[The bass swells, creating a wall of low-frequency sound]
[Female Vocal - Pushing higher, wailing with a tragic edge]
It is a soft asphyxia, a quiet little cage.
Turning off the volume of the burning outside rage.
We are running out of oxygen, starving in the dark.
But the fabric is so heavy that we cannot find a spark.
(Breathe it in)
The stale and muted air.
(Breathe it in)
Pretend we do not care.

[Bridge]
[Music strips down to just the vinyl crackle and a ticking hi-hat]
[Rappers trade rapid, overlapping lines]
[Rapper A] The luxury is lethal.
[Rapper B] The comfort is a trap.
[Rapper A] Erasing all the borders on a localized map.
[Rapper B] Just close your heavy eyes.
[Rapper A] Let the apathy take hold.
[Both in unison] We bought the softest prison that was ever to be sold.

[Outro]
[The ethereal female vocal repeats wordlessly in the background, echoing away]
[Rapper A - Whispering]
Don't let the draft in.
[Rapper B - Whispering]
The draft is toxic.
[A slow fade to the sound of an analog tape machine stopping]

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[Intro] [A thick, rumbling sub-bass line creeps in, followed by a heavy vinyl hiss] [A slow, echoing rim-click snare establishes a dragging 82 bpm groove] [Male Rapper A - Muttered, low, right by the microphone] Don't open the blinds. Leave the locks alone. [Verse 1] [Male Rapper A - Languid, hypnotic flow] We slide the heavy deadbolt, shut the world outside the frame Ignoring all the sirens and the ashes and the rain We sink into the cushions, losing track of every day Just breathing in the incense while the concrete rots away [Male Rapper B - Breathy, sliding into the pocket of the beat] You pull the woven blanket right across your heavy chest We treat the isolation like a monumental test Don't look out at the skyline, just ignore the rising smoke We wrap ourselves in cotton just to see how long we choke It costs a lot of money to ignore the breaking glass We sitting on the sofa watching civil structures pass. [Chorus] [The beat drops into a massive, cavernous space] [Female Vocal - Soaring, ethereal, and mournful, drenched in reverb] It is a soft asphyxia, a quiet little cage. Turning off the volume of the burning outside rage. We are running out of oxygen, starving in the dark. But the fabric is so heavy that we cannot find a spark. (Breathe it in) The stale and muted air. (Breathe it in) Pretend we do not care. [Verse 2] [The tight, claustrophobic drum loop returns] [Male Rapper A] The air conditioning is humming, circulating dust and chill I look at your reflection, you are sitting utterly still You haven't moved a muscle since the middle of the week I think we both forgot exactly how we used to speak [Male Rapper B] I could take a hammer, I could break the sealed pane But then we'd have to face the bitter poison of the rain We'd have to see the ruin, we'd have to feel the grit It’s easier to wither in the center of the pit. We traded our momentum for a deeply padded room A premium apartment that functions as a tomb. [Chorus] [The bass swells, creating a wall of low-frequency sound] [Female Vocal - Pushing higher, wailing with a tragic edge] It is a soft asphyxia, a quiet little cage. Turning off the volume of the burning outside rage. We are running out of oxygen, starving in the dark. But the fabric is so heavy that we cannot find a spark. (Breathe it in) The stale and muted air. (Breathe it in) Pretend we do not care. [Bridge] [Music strips down to just the vinyl crackle and a ticking hi-hat] [Rappers trade rapid, overlapping lines] [Rapper A] The luxury is lethal. [Rapper B] The comfort is a trap. [Rapper A] Erasing all the borders on a localized map. [Rapper B] Just close your heavy eyes. [Rapper A] Let the apathy take hold. [Both in unison] We bought the softest prison that was ever to be sold. [Outro] [The ethereal female vocal repeats wordlessly in the background, echoing away] [Rapper A - Whispering] Don't let the draft in. [Rapper B - Whispering] The draft is toxic. [A slow fade to the sound of an analog tape machine stopping]

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