Депрессия. (Edit)

(The lyrics are not for singing, but source material for granular synthesis, whispering, and monologue. Words should fragment, loop, and drown in noise). (Intro: a lone, detuned cello plays a tritone interval. The sound of wind in a pipe, processed to sound like breathing). (Verse 1 - Vocals: a clean, low, lifeless baritone, almost spoken word. Each line is separated by 4-5 bars of crushing silence and string creaks) Зима в жилах. Не сезон — состав крови. Соль на роговице. Мороз в основании черепа. Вот он, предел: клацанье клапана в гортани вместо слова. Пустота — не пространство. Это вещество. Им заполнены все... все... все... (Transition: a sharp, dry hit of a distorted 808 kick. Piano strikes clusters in the low register with the palm. A background granular noise appears—stretched and reversed sound of children's laughter). (Pseudo-Chorus - Vocals: a whisper directly into the microphone, at the edge of audibility, filtered as if from an adjacent empty room) Закрой глаза — не станет темно. Темнота была всегда... была всегда... была всегда... За веками... (voice cuts off, granular effect begins, the word "centuries" loops and disintegrates into samples) (Verse 2 - Vocals: the same baritone, but now slowed down by 30%, with granular echo layered on top) Мозг — это склеп с одним покойником. Я — эпитафия самому себе. Каждое воспоминание — фальшивая нота в тишине. Надежда? Это имя для отсутствия... для отсутствия воздуха. Мы не тонем. Мы — уже ил. (Climax-Suffocation: all instruments swell, merging into a single static, droning wall. The vocals turn into a scream, but a scream passed through binaural filters and distortion, losing humanity, becoming just noise. Words torn from context are audible) ...ДНО... СОЛЬ... КОСТИ... НЕТ... НЕТ ПУСТО... ПУЛЬС... ТИШИНА... (A sudden cut of all sound for 2 seconds. Absolute silence). (Dissolution: only granular noise returns. Vocals — a final whisper, words almost indistinguishable, merging with rustling and creaking) Смотри... как свет... не рассеивается... Он... гаснет... внутри... Раствориться... стать фоном... для своего же... небытия... (Outro: the sound of a water drop falling into an empty metal tank, with a 30-second reverb. Gradually mixed with a faint, constant, unbearable high-frequency whine (a sine wave at 15000 Hz), which continues for 30 seconds after the music ends, leaving a feeling of physiological discomfort). (End. Disappearance).