Track 4 – My Standards Are a Cage by DamianVibe

minimalist alt-lofi, emotional spoken-pop

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[Intro – [piano riff loop] + [light ticking FX]]
(Spoken, distant)
They said I had high standards.
I didn’t.
I had fear… dressed in designer taste.

(Verse 1)
I told them I’m just not impressed
I need depth, I need finesse
But truth is, I built these bars
To make sure no one ever gets far

[FX: low heartbeat rhythm]
I say I want art that stings
But I flinch at honest things
So I label raw as “unfinished”
And label me as “refined” — so British

(Pre-Chorus)
[FX: rising strings swell under voice]
I cut out verses that felt too bare
Not because they failed — but because they dared
I filter love, I proofread pain
Until only structure remains

(Chorus – [beat enters + vocal delay FX])
My standards are a cage
Draped in quotes and clean white space
I say I won’t settle — but it’s not taste
It’s just a fear I dressed in grace
I call it “elevated,” but it’s fear in velvet clothes
Afraid to show what hurts, so I just compose

[Drop – FX: static pulse + muted breath]

(Verse 2)
I want a masterpiece on first draft
No mess, no scars, just golden craft
But humans aren’t that well-behaved
So I hide the mess and call it brave

[FX: string harmonics + slow tape rewind]
I edit myself before they can
Keep the chaos in a 4-bar span
I say it’s curated, say it’s art
But it’s just me… falling apart

(Pre-Chorus 2 – [layered humming harmony])
I set the bar where I can’t jump
Then blame the fall on lack of luck
It’s not taste — it’s camouflage
A perfect prison with a collage

(Chorus 2 – [vocal layering + ambient distortion])
My standards are a cage
That lock me in with all my rage
I say I crave what’s deep and rare
But only show what’s safe to share
I call it “polished,” but it’s fear behind a screen
A gallery of ghosts I left unseen

(Bridge – Spoken, raw)
You can’t feel through marble
And I’ve sculpted myself too clean

(Outro – [FX: descending piano scale + soft door creak])
Maybe next time, I’ll let it bleed
And call that
…a new standard

[End with ambient reverb fade]

1984/7500

[Intro – [piano riff loop] + [light ticking FX]] (Spoken, distant) They said I had high standards. I didn’t. I had fear… dressed in designer taste. (Verse 1) I told them I’m just not impressed I need depth, I need finesse But truth is, I built these bars To make sure no one ever gets far [FX: low heartbeat rhythm] I say I want art that stings But I flinch at honest things So I label raw as “unfinished” And label me as “refined” — so British (Pre-Chorus) [FX: rising strings swell under voice] I cut out verses that felt too bare Not because they failed — but because they dared I filter love, I proofread pain Until only structure remains (Chorus – [beat enters + vocal delay FX]) My standards are a cage Draped in quotes and clean white space I say I won’t settle — but it’s not taste It’s just a fear I dressed in grace I call it “elevated,” but it’s fear in velvet clothes Afraid to show what hurts, so I just compose [Drop – FX: static pulse + muted breath] (Verse 2) I want a masterpiece on first draft No mess, no scars, just golden craft But humans aren’t that well-behaved So I hide the mess and call it brave [FX: string harmonics + slow tape rewind] I edit myself before they can Keep the chaos in a 4-bar span I say it’s curated, say it’s art But it’s just me… falling apart (Pre-Chorus 2 – [layered humming harmony]) I set the bar where I can’t jump Then blame the fall on lack of luck It’s not taste — it’s camouflage A perfect prison with a collage (Chorus 2 – [vocal layering + ambient distortion]) My standards are a cage That lock me in with all my rage I say I crave what’s deep and rare But only show what’s safe to share I call it “polished,” but it’s fear behind a screen A gallery of ghosts I left unseen (Bridge – Spoken, raw) You can’t feel through marble And I’ve sculpted myself too clean (Outro – [FX: descending piano scale + soft door creak]) Maybe next time, I’ll let it bleed And call that …a new standard [End with ambient reverb fade]

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