Hollow Frequency x En La Ciudad (Skat-Maxii-Riff) (Remix)

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[Intro – low, distant, almost detached]
...so sick of me...so...sick...
Hands on the clock spin can't get a grip...
Calender pages fade faster with every month I flip...every page I rip...
Now I feel stuck watching time slip…going down like a captain on a sinking ship...
...I'm so sick of me...sickened...entirely...
[Verse 1 – controlled, intricate flow]
I been watching the time fly free of delays lost in the static of depressing days.
Lately it's become months and not just one of those days, don't say it's just a phase.
Life feels strange as I wander in this haze forgetting more of those better days.
Used to feel comfort, always had a smile on my face, but lately I just need my space.
If life's a race it's one I'm losing, I'm just too tired to keep up the pace.
Memory diluted, every moment impossible to define.
Edges blur together, sanity in decline, can't value a life that never felt like mine.
Used to feel the weight of every second run down my spine.
Now seconds drag like months then years just intertwine.
Cognitive erosion, slow corrosion of mine...losing my identity...
Pieces decomposing, no composure, forgot what it ever meant to me.
Who I thought I was originally—gone like I was me accidentally.
Try to shake this sadness away but it's the only thing I retain mentally.
Echoes in my head but they’re detached from any source.
Like I severed every tether as this pain runs it's course.
Hope in humanity I used to endorse before breaking in smiles I force.
Broken and hollow, a living void—nothing inside besides remorse...
[Hook – melodic but empty, haunting repetition]
I’m fading out...I'm a dying flame.
Dark and light now feel the same.
No signal left, no sight, no sound.
A hollow frequency…in flesh I'm bound. 
I’m phasing out and passing through…
Second guessing what I thought I knew…
I'm now lost in too much time invested...
Thoughts I've tossed in pits the dark infested.
[Verse 2 – faster, more technical, unraveling]
Neural pathways fraying, every layer disconnecting.
Overanalyzing, now my mind is self-rejecting.
Used to feel intensity, now senses barely detecting.
Like my systems shifting...like a virus has been infecting.
Desensitized to everything that used to make me feel.
Now I simulate reactions just pretending  that anything is real.
Mirror shows a figure but the truth doesn’t conceal.
Slowly I disconnect...my mind, body, and soul now peel.
Dopamine depletion, repetition numbing out.
Every peak is flat lined, to which I no longer care about.
Irony is loud—but seems to whisper instead of shout.
Lingers freely but left voiceless, being noticed I sincerely doubt. 
Identity deletion, piece by piece it’s getting stripped.
Used to hold conviction, now it’s constantly eclipsed.
Every thought is drifting cursed to slip the more it's gripped.
I’m existing, not living—just a shattered vessel torn and ripped.
[Bridge – slowed, eerie clarity]
I remember… feeling everything…
Now I remember remembering…
Spirit dissected mental dismembering...
...I'm so sick of Me...I'd never pick to be.
...so sick...sickened entirely...
[Verse 3 – aggressive, rapid-fire, fractured cadence]
Fragmented perception, every section misaligned.
Chronological distortion, I’m compressing space and time.
Used to live inside the moment, now I’m trapped inside my mind.
Watching everything collapse in quiet overlapping pantomime.
Emotional latency, delayed yet vaguely reminiscent.
I respond but it’s mechanical, detached and inconsistent.
Try to force positivity but doesn't hide that I'm now cold and distant.
Like I’m chasing what I was or was that version always nonexistent?
Hollowed out completely, nothing left to reconcile.
Every mile I traveled only prolonged denial a while.
Now the trial’s at it's final—no revival of my smile.
Just a vacant compilation of a fading inner child.
[Hook – more stripped, emptier]
I’m fading fully...peace never found.
No signal left, no sight, no sound…
A hollow frequency the static drowned…
[Outro – barely there, fading]
If there’s nothing left to lose…
Was anything ever there to hold…?
…or did I just feed into the ruse…
...denied the warmth in a world this cold?
...I'm so sick of me...
...sickened...
...entirely...
...so...sick...
...as far as I can see...

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[Intro – low, distant, almost detached] ...so sick of me...so...sick... Hands on the clock spin can't get a grip... Calender pages fade faster with every month I flip...every page I rip... Now I feel stuck watching time slip…going down like a captain on a sinking ship... ...I'm so sick of me...sickened...entirely... [Verse 1 – controlled, intricate flow] I been watching the time fly free of delays lost in the static of depressing days. Lately it's become months and not just one of those days, don't say it's just a phase. Life feels strange as I wander in this haze forgetting more of those better days. Used to feel comfort, always had a smile on my face, but lately I just need my space. If life's a race it's one I'm losing, I'm just too tired to keep up the pace. Memory diluted, every moment impossible to define. Edges blur together, sanity in decline, can't value a life that never felt like mine. Used to feel the weight of every second run down my spine. Now seconds drag like months then years just intertwine. Cognitive erosion, slow corrosion of mine...losing my identity... Pieces decomposing, no composure, forgot what it ever meant to me. Who I thought I was originally—gone like I was me accidentally. Try to shake this sadness away but it's the only thing I retain mentally. Echoes in my head but they’re detached from any source. Like I severed every tether as this pain runs it's course. Hope in humanity I used to endorse before breaking in smiles I force. Broken and hollow, a living void—nothing inside besides remorse... [Hook – melodic but empty, haunting repetition] I’m fading out...I'm a dying flame. Dark and light now feel the same. No signal left, no sight, no sound. A hollow frequency…in flesh I'm bound. I’m phasing out and passing through… Second guessing what I thought I knew… I'm now lost in too much time invested... Thoughts I've tossed in pits the dark infested. [Verse 2 – faster, more technical, unraveling] Neural pathways fraying, every layer disconnecting. Overanalyzing, now my mind is self-rejecting. Used to feel intensity, now senses barely detecting. Like my systems shifting...like a virus has been infecting. Desensitized to everything that used to make me feel. Now I simulate reactions just pretending that anything is real. Mirror shows a figure but the truth doesn’t conceal. Slowly I disconnect...my mind, body, and soul now peel. Dopamine depletion, repetition numbing out. Every peak is flat lined, to which I no longer care about. Irony is loud—but seems to whisper instead of shout. Lingers freely but left voiceless, being noticed I sincerely doubt. Identity deletion, piece by piece it’s getting stripped. Used to hold conviction, now it’s constantly eclipsed. Every thought is drifting cursed to slip the more it's gripped. I’m existing, not living—just a shattered vessel torn and ripped. [Bridge – slowed, eerie clarity] I remember… feeling everything… Now I remember remembering… Spirit dissected mental dismembering... ...I'm so sick of Me...I'd never pick to be. ...so sick...sickened entirely... [Verse 3 – aggressive, rapid-fire, fractured cadence] Fragmented perception, every section misaligned. Chronological distortion, I’m compressing space and time. Used to live inside the moment, now I’m trapped inside my mind. Watching everything collapse in quiet overlapping pantomime. Emotional latency, delayed yet vaguely reminiscent. I respond but it’s mechanical, detached and inconsistent. Try to force positivity but doesn't hide that I'm now cold and distant. Like I’m chasing what I was or was that version always nonexistent? Hollowed out completely, nothing left to reconcile. Every mile I traveled only prolonged denial a while. Now the trial’s at it's final—no revival of my smile. Just a vacant compilation of a fading inner child. [Hook – more stripped, emptier] I’m fading fully...peace never found. No signal left, no sight, no sound… A hollow frequency the static drowned… [Outro – barely there, fading] If there’s nothing left to lose… Was anything ever there to hold…? …or did I just feed into the ruse… ...denied the warmth in a world this cold? ...I'm so sick of me... ...sickened... ...entirely... ...so...sick... ...as far as I can see...

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