STIMOLI

Dirty sincerity on autotune, like someone dumped their inner garbage right onto the beat, but did it with taste. Each line is a mixture of self-deprecation, absurdity, and a childlike plea for salvation hidden between dirty jokes. The world around us is a continuous funhouse mirror, where everything is distorted, but at least it's honest. Through the cynicism, confusion emerges: a person seems to laugh at everything, but in reality, they are afraid of shutting down, of disappearing without a trace. There's a strange comfort in this cacophony, as if since everything is meaningless anyway, you can at least swear loudly to a beat and not pretend everything is fine.