EPISODE · Apr 28, 2025 · 2 MIN
Sedative Shackles (Demo)
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
"Chemical Hymn" [Refrain] Lock the doors, erase the names, Drown the sparks in lithium rain. Silent wards and hollow eyes, Productivity’s alibis. [Verse 1 - Cut-Up] Pill-white ceilings, screamless nights, Factory souls in fluorescent light. Scissors cut the tangled thoughts, Dollars stitch what patience bought. [Verse 2 - Cut-Up] Zipped in sheets, a muted sound, Hands are clocks but time is drowned. Echo laughs where no one goes, Diagnosed in cursive rows. [Refrain] Lock the doors, erase the names, Drown the sparks in lithium rain. Silent wards and hollow eyes, Productivity’s alibis. [Verse 3 - Cut-Up] Static gods in lab coats speak, Tongues like syrups, slow and weak. Numbers bloom where feelings bled, “Non-compliant” = “broken thread”. [Verse 4 - Cut-Up] Sugar cubes in paper trays, Smiles are debts the body pays. Windowless the air complies, Breathing just to pass the time. [Refrain] Lock the doors, erase the names, Drown the sparks in lithium rain. Silent wards and hollow eyes, Productivity’s alibis. [Bridge - Cut-Up Glitch] Error: soul not found, 404 in straitjacket clouds. Drip-feed dreams on tile floors, “Human” is a metaphor. [Verse 5 - Cut-Up] CCTV hymns hum, Fingers trace the absent sun. “Recovery” means to forget, How to ache or how to sweat. [Outro - Distorted Whisper] (Repeat until fade:) “You are free to go nowhere.”
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"Chemical Hymn" [Refrain] Lock the doors, erase the names, Drown the sparks in lithium rain. Silent wards and hollow eyes, Productivity’s alibis. [Verse 1 - Cut-Up] Pill-white ceilings, screamless nights, Factory souls in fluorescent light. Scissors cut the tangled thoughts, Dollars stitch what patience bought. [Verse 2 - Cut-Up] Zipped in sheets, a muted sound, Hands are clocks but time is drowned. Echo laughs where no one goes, Diagnosed in cursive rows. [Refrain] Lock the doors, erase the names, Drown the sparks in lithium rain. Silent wards and hollow eyes, Productivity’s alibis. [Verse 3 - Cut-Up] Static gods in lab coats speak, Tongues like syrups, slow and weak. Numbers bloom where feelings bled, “Non-compliant” = “broken thread”. [Verse 4 - Cut-Up] Sugar cubes in paper trays, Smiles are debts the body pays. Windowless the air complies, Breathing just to pass the time. [Refrain] Lock the doors, erase the names, Drown the sparks in lithium rain. Silent wards and hollow eyes, Productivity’s alibis. [Bridge - Cut-Up Glitch] Error: soul not found, 404 in straitjacket clouds. Drip-feed dreams on tile floors, “Human” is a metaphor. [Verse 5 - Cut-Up] CCTV hymns hum, Fingers trace the absent sun. “Recovery” means to forget, How to ache or how to sweat. [Outro - Distorted Whisper] (Repeat until fade:) “You are free to go nowhere.”
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