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Immersive binaural soundscape designed for headphones only, Focus on meditative and altered states of calm through spatial sound engineering, Use dummy head microphone simulation with head-related transfer function accuracy, capturing left ear, right ear, behind head, above head, and circling movement, Layer continuous low-frequency drones, subtle amplitude modulation, and broadband noise textures as if generated through analog oscillators and filtered through tape saturation, Incorporate foley-style field recording cues: static drift, air currents, breathing, faint whispered textures, soft floor creaks, water drips, and distant pulses, Emphasize stereo phasing, circular panning, and controlled phase cancellation to induce depth and presence, Keep pacing slow, non-rhythmic, and free of melody, chords, or instruments, This is not music, but engineered sound designed to guide meditation, quiet the nervous system, and immerse the listener in a floating 3D audio environment

[CHORAL GROUP]
Excuses, excuses, and more reasons than my mind allows, 
Spending time contracting and contradicting
Dictating past terrors and

[High pass filter]
extrapolating on the mirrors,
This is how it feels inside
Chokes you up, it won’t subside

[organic hypnogogic therapeutic tonal anomalies]
b

[organic hypnogogic therapeutic tonal anomalies]

[FAST< ANGRY SPOKEN WORK UK RAP ]
I open up/ The more I’m feelin’.
Internal Still/ Explore the Ceiling
“Find a way through”/ Adore the healing
“Hold on to truth”/ Too hard to see it. 
Forrest for the trees/ Love for all the needs.
Lift pressure from my throat
Implore to let me breathe!
Let me breathe!

[PHONECALL, SPOKEN WORD]
You holdin’ hope/ For the world to see it, 
Capturin’ the burden/ of tomorrow’s feed and,
All you see/ is who you please
They on your throat/ You on your knees
You bein’ kind/ Tears in ya eyes
Fear the dislike/ take-a-sec-to-take-a-breath/ there’s more to life.
Let me breathe!
Let me breathe, bitch
Let me breathe!
I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it 
I get it 
(Stop, don't stop, don't stop and

[chorus]

[Outro]

[Final Verse]
I have mistaken
 intuition 
I have mistaken
 intuition 
with compulsion and intuit 
That I do it
Just to prove it ...can be done
Like I'm on a mission from my Son
On the run, Holy Ghost
Love of father, Hurts the most. 
Shit 
Absent dad
Absent God
What's the goal?
What you got
That makes you whole?
Is it her?
Is it He?
Is it truth
You haven't seen
Hold my throat
And let me breathe
Let me breathe

[Afterpiece]
No
I won’t agree

[HUMMING]
When someone tells a lie 
And a surprise hits the eyes
 “You flash pain”
And decide
A moment subsides (Let me breathe!)
Two truths choose first and a lie lay low til it's time to ignite, got sure short lined up but the t

[Final Verse]
I have mistaken
 intuition 
with compulsion and intuit 
That I do it
Just to prove it ...can be done

[UK DRILL RAP GUEST VOCALIST] [BEAT SWITCH]
"Do you know how hard it is to switch gears when I'M CHOKIN'?" bITCH, Slick syllables shear through a sheer sheet of sound,
thin as a filament fizzing when bitten and bound,
where syntax is soldered in circuits of cynical spin,
and a tick in the tongue keeps a timecode within.
Trickster linguists with clock-teeth click in the cheek
splice sense into segments that segment the speaker mid-speak,
then braid it back(tight)like a wire under strain,
till the phrase hums low with a live little vein.
Then as I get madder, I paddle through patter that shatters, reforms,
each consonant caught in a lattice of storms,
a scatter of clatter that batters the breath into shape,
then collapses to ash at the edge of escape.
BREATHE.
Vowels bloom bruise-blue, then balloon into heat,
words chewed slow till they warp the drum of the beat,
(when) clauses close in with a cold, coded grip—
a lock-jaw logic that loops at the lip.
Say it sharp—don’t stall at the fault in the flow,
where the quick of the quip makes the mechanism show,
’cause once you commit to the cut of the line, you’ll feel
your mouth misfire, rewire, and unwind 'gainst time
BREATHE!
Two truths choose first and a lie lay low til it's time to ignite, got sure short lined up but the time isn't right, timing it right up close to the nose in an inch of its life knife cuts like a shard of glass to the eye now knock twice, know that you go hard go home stay hard knocks is the school that you went to twice , repeat life cos you missed out on the loot that you heard was nice now stop. Colour up the pop chart one death at a time, is it time who will die, who will moan in the mourning light as it leaves the eye just in time to say good night. Great night, great game don't complain you got lucky on your side as you scramble for the mirror and breathe on the pipe. Puff puff said the dragon dragging its wings.
Is it time is it time is it

[OUT OF FOCUS]

[OUT OF TUNE]

[JAUNTY]

[Final Verse]
I have mistaken
 intuition 
with compulsion and intuit 
That I do it
Just to prove it ...can be done
I can breathe

shat on a rabbid monkey
tongue her ass just to hear her make a sound
share my bed with a harpee 
this ain't a choice "I was tricked!" so let me share a go
there's a lesson to be learned 
walking in to the fire
Your heart will be the last thing to burn right through
You got flesh and bone 
That ain't nothin
But the pain is the same
the whole way in
Y

I tear apart my nails 
I cry. 
I pour a drink to stop the think and inside 
I’m dry. 
Fill me up 
...
Hold me up. 
Tell me “I’m the one!”
“(Let me breathe)”
Let me breathe, bitch. 
Let me breathe,
I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it 
I get it 
(Stop, don't stop, don't stop and
time isn't right, timing it right up close to the nose in an inch of its life knife cuts like a shard of glass to the eye now knock twice, know that you go hard go home stay hard knox is the school that you went to twice , repeat life cos you missed out on the loot that you heard was nice now stop. Colour up the pop chart one death at a time, is it time who will die, who will moan in the mourning light as it leaves the eye just in time to say good night. Great night, great game don't complain you got lucky on your side as you scramble for the mirror and breathe on the pipe. Puff puff said the dragon dragging its wings.
Is it time is it time is it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it 
I get it you need a break.
[unh

I am still ...

here I am still

Oh.... Oh, Here I am still. Hear....

[Complex guitar solo melds with chocal vocal tone]

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[HUMMING] When someone tells a lie And a surprise hits the eyes “You flash pain” And decide A moment subsides (Let me breathe!) I tear apart my nails I cry. I pour a drink to stop the think and inside I’m dry. Fill me up Buttercup Hold me up. Tell me “I’m the one!” “(Let me breathe)” Let me breathe, bitch. Let me breathe, [CHORAL GROUP] Excuses, excuses, and more reasons than my mind allows, Spending time contracting and contradicting Dictating past terrors and [High pass filter] extrapolating on the mirrors, This is how it feels inside Chokes you up, it won’t subside [organic hypnogogic therapeutic tonal anomalies] b [organic hypnogogic therapeutic tonal anomalies] [FAST< ANGRY SPOKEN WORK UK RAP ] I open up/ The more I’m feelin’. Internal Still/ Explore the Ceiling “Find a way through”/ Adore the healing “Hold on to truth”/ Too hard to see it. Forrest for the trees/ Love for all the needs. Lift pressure from my throat Implore to let me breathe! Let me breathe! [PHONECALL, SPOKEN WORD] You holdin’ hope/ For the world to see it, Capturin’ the burden/ of tomorrow’s feed and, All you see/ is who you please They on your throat/ You on your knees You bein’ kind/ Tears in ya eyes Fear the dislike/ take-a-sec-to-take-a-breath/ there’s more to life. Let me breathe! Let me breathe, bitch Let me breathe! I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it (Stop, don't stop, don't stop and [chorus] [Outro] [Final Verse] I have mistaken intuition I have mistaken intuition with compulsion and intuit That I do it Just to prove it ...can be done Like I'm on a mission from my Son On the run, Holy Ghost Love of father, Hurts the most. Shit Absent dad Absent God What's the goal? What you got That makes you whole? Is it her? Is it He? Is it truth You haven't seen Hold my throat And let me breathe Let me breathe [Afterpiece] No I won’t agree [HUMMING] When someone tells a lie And a surprise hits the eyes “You flash pain” And decide A moment subsides (Let me breathe!) Two truths choose first and a lie lay low til it's time to ignite, got sure short lined up but the t [Final Verse] I have mistaken intuition with compulsion and intuit That I do it Just to prove it ...can be done [UK DRILL RAP GUEST VOCALIST] [BEAT SWITCH] "Do you know how hard it is to switch gears when I'M CHOKIN'?" bITCH, Slick syllables shear through a sheer sheet of sound, thin as a filament fizzing when bitten and bound, where syntax is soldered in circuits of cynical spin, and a tick in the tongue keeps a timecode within. Trickster linguists with clock-teeth click in the cheek splice sense into segments that segment the speaker mid-speak, then braid it back(tight)like a wire under strain, till the phrase hums low with a live little vein. Then as I get madder, I paddle through patter that shatters, reforms, each consonant caught in a lattice of storms, a scatter of clatter that batters the breath into shape, then collapses to ash at the edge of escape. BREATHE. Vowels bloom bruise-blue, then balloon into heat, words chewed slow till they warp the drum of the beat, (when) clauses close in with a cold, coded grip— a lock-jaw logic that loops at the lip. Say it sharp—don’t stall at the fault in the flow, where the quick of the quip makes the mechanism show, ’cause once you commit to the cut of the line, you’ll feel your mouth misfire, rewire, and unwind 'gainst time BREATHE! Two truths choose first and a lie lay low til it's time to ignite, got sure short lined up but the time isn't right, timing it right up close to the nose in an inch of its life knife cuts like a shard of glass to the eye now knock twice, know that you go hard go home stay hard knocks is the school that you went to twice , repeat life cos you missed out on the loot that you heard was nice now stop. Colour up the pop chart one death at a time, is it time who will die, who will moan in the mourning light as it leaves the eye just in time to say good night. Great night, great game don't complain you got lucky on your side as you scramble for the mirror and breathe on the pipe. Puff puff said the dragon dragging its wings. Is it time is it time is it [OUT OF FOCUS] [OUT OF TUNE] [JAUNTY] [Final Verse] I have mistaken intuition with compulsion and intuit That I do it Just to prove it ...can be done I can breathe shat on a rabbid monkey tongue her ass just to hear her make a sound share my bed with a harpee this ain't a choice "I was tricked!" so let me share a go there's a lesson to be learned walking in to the fire Your heart will be the last thing to burn right through You got flesh and bone That ain't nothin But the pain is the same the whole way in Y I tear apart my nails I cry. I pour a drink to stop the think and inside I’m dry. Fill me up ... Hold me up. Tell me “I’m the one!” “(Let me breathe)” Let me breathe, bitch. Let me breathe, I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it (Stop, don't stop, don't stop and time isn't right, timing it right up close to the nose in an inch of its life knife cuts like a shard of glass to the eye now knock twice, know that you go hard go home stay hard knox is the school that you went to twice , repeat life cos you missed out on the loot that you heard was nice now stop. Colour up the pop chart one death at a time, is it time who will die, who will moan in the mourning light as it leaves the eye just in time to say good night. Great night, great game don't complain you got lucky on your side as you scramble for the mirror and breathe on the pipe. Puff puff said the dragon dragging its wings. Is it time is it time is it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it I get it you need a break. [unh I am still ... here I am still Oh.... Oh, Here I am still. Hear.... [Complex guitar solo melds with chocal vocal tone]

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