Скачать или смотреть Losing yourself in the ideal world of fashion illusions

This is a story of two voices lost in a hypertrophied, sterile world of high-fashion illusions. Imagine a surreal dream where you are just a tiny detail on a giant mood board, stuck among massive coffee cups, mountains of mannequins, and frozen geometric poses.

In this track, the melancholy of post-punk and the brooding atmosphere of dark pop merge with the piercing guitar choruses of alternative rock. This is a song about losing touch with reality, loneliness in a crowd, and the desperate desire to break free from the perfect, yet lifeless, frame.

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White walls / No doors / You’re the size of a matchstick / Crawling the floor
I’m stuck on a billboard / Frozen mid-turn / Lipstick like a warning flare / Too bright to burnMannequin mountains / Piled to the sky / Their painted pupils never blink / They just pryI try to wave / But my arm is a frame / Pinned to a mood board / Captioned with my name

Are we props in a test shoot?
Are we ghosts in a showroom?
Every angle feels rehearsed
Every shadow tastes like perfume


This pastel collision / It’s pulling us under / Candy-coated vision / Stitched out of thunder
We’re tiny in a kingdom made of perfect shapes / Smiling in a vacuum / Praying something breaks
I’m losing the outline / Fading from the scene
You’re laughing like a stranger in my fever dream
In this pastel collision we quietly disappear / So bright it eats the dark / So loud I cannot hear


Giant shoes like buildings / Laces for streets / I run in circles through their tangled concrete
I float past a coffee cup / Taller than me / Your face on the surface / Pixelated / Glossy
Stylists like surgeons measuring my fear / Pin it with a safety clip / Tuck it by my ear
I sign my reflection on a mirrored cube / But the pen leaves static / Not a single proof


Do you still feel your heartbeat?
Or is it just direction?
They tell us “hold that emptiness”
We pose as disconnection

This pastel collision / It’s pulling us under / Candy-coated vision / Stitched out of thunder
We’re tiny in a kingdom made of perfect shapes / Smiling in a vacuum / Praying something breaks
I’m losing the outline / Slipping through the scene
You’re framed in every angle of my broken dream
In this pastel collision we quietly disappear / So bright it eats the dark / So loud I cannot hear


If I step off the mark / Will the color drain? (hey)
If I speak your true name / Will they crop you away?
I reach for your hand through a paper sky
You’re right there beside me / But your eyes are dry
Our bodies / A blueprint / Our voices / A glitch / Two silhouettes stitched / On a storyboard page

This pastel collision / Can we break it open? / Let the plastic heaven finally go unspoken
We’re tiny in a kingdom built of brittle shapes / Tear the backdrop down and feel the edges scrape
I’m drawing a doorway on this flawless screen
I’ll walk through the outline / Even if I bleed
From this pastel collision we’re falling out of frame / Alone but finally breathing / In a world that knows our names


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