Supernova

FL.AIR

Ali$ha

FL.AIR

experimental electronic, IDM, ambient

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Each line is written from the inside out — not as an observation, but as an immersion in the moment-to-moment experience of overstimulation, hyperfocus, and emotional intensity.
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Supernova

There are days
when I can see every particle of light,
and I want to chase them all.
Every sound is a spark,
every thought a door I have to open —
even if it burns my hands.

Sometimes I fly without wings,
build empires in my chest,
speak in galaxies,
forget the ground beneath me.

I talk too fast,
think too loud,
feel too much.
And then —
there’s silence.

The kind that hums like broken neon,
after everything explodes.

I am bright
for a moment —
a thousand colors,
a perfect storm.
And then I fade,
slowly, beautifully,
into nothing that anyone can see.

They only catch the light,
not the ashes.

And sometimes
I run circles around my own heart,
chasing echoes that never stop.
Ideas collide like planets,
dreams pile up like cities in the sky,
and I can’t tell what’s real anymore.

There’s beauty in the mess,
there’s pain in the rhythm.
I forget to breathe,
but I never forget to feel.

Every heartbeat is a drum solo,
every second a revolution.
I’m dizzy with wanting —
to do, to know, to burn, to be seen.

Then comes the drop.
Gravity takes back its crown.
I fall,
quietly,
into myself.

The stars go out one by one,
and I watch them,
like someone watching memories fade
through the window of a moving train.

But I know
somewhere deep inside
there’s still that flare —
wild, tender,
a pulse that refuses to obey.

Would you call it chaos?
I call it life.
Would you call it broken?
I call it everything at once.

And if I vanish tomorrow,
remember:
I was here —
burning too fast,
but for a reason.

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This song portrays the inner landscape of a mind in constant motion — bright, fast, fragmented, and deeply alive. It captures what it feels like to live inside a brain that never rests: a place where every emotion hits at full volume, where time dissolves, and where focus flickers like a faulty lightbulb between brilliance and burnout. Each line is written from the inside out — not as an observation, but as an immersion in the moment-to-moment experience of overstimulation, hyperfocus, and emotional intensity. ------------------------------------------- Supernova There are days when I can see every particle of light, and I want to chase them all. Every sound is a spark, every thought a door I have to open — even if it burns my hands. Sometimes I fly without wings, build empires in my chest, speak in galaxies, forget the ground beneath me. I talk too fast, think too loud, feel too much. And then — there’s silence. The kind that hums like broken neon, after everything explodes. I am bright for a moment — a thousand colors, a perfect storm. And then I fade, slowly, beautifully, into nothing that anyone can see. They only catch the light, not the ashes. And sometimes I run circles around my own heart, chasing echoes that never stop. Ideas collide like planets, dreams pile up like cities in the sky, and I can’t tell what’s real anymore. There’s beauty in the mess, there’s pain in the rhythm. I forget to breathe, but I never forget to feel. Every heartbeat is a drum solo, every second a revolution. I’m dizzy with wanting — to do, to know, to burn, to be seen. Then comes the drop. Gravity takes back its crown. I fall, quietly, into myself. The stars go out one by one, and I watch them, like someone watching memories fade through the window of a moving train. But I know somewhere deep inside there’s still that flare — wild, tender, a pulse that refuses to obey. Would you call it chaos? I call it life. Would you call it broken? I call it everything at once. And if I vanish tomorrow, remember: I was here — burning too fast, but for a reason.

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