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http://sin-aesthetic.com Lyrics: Late nights, city lights dripping in silence, I'm high on the vibe. No, I can't slow time, But I still think of you when I close my eyes. Kitty, kitty, now I fade away Trying to find peace in a brand-new place. Skirting down streets that I can't even pronounce But your name still echoes in my head all around Feeling my feels when the bassline hits. Neon dreams and heartbreak lips God, what I’d give to be pressed to your lips I’m always pressed to your hips fuck, I love it I guess I’ll stay cruising past signs I don’t understand Missed your call, no, I missed your hands Miss your tongue, fuck I miss how you taste, I can still feel your energy deep in my veins Back in the zone, don’t need no plan Yeah, you moved on, got another man. Same, I moved on, dropped a couple songs Drop the ball when I walk, drop the ball when I talk Move like soul in the pouring rain— Clutch that hurt, feel that pain. But I play it cool like it’s all the same, ’Cause it’s all the same I can build my own name. Fuck love, money, fuck damn, I said fuck more than once, No no no never mind that shit, I’m doing my best. People make mistakes, and I feel like you’re my biggest mistake. Court you like tennis, I'm doing my best Be my own PR for relationships Falling apart like a tower of Jenga, a tower of terror fuck. Can I say fuck again? Can I say I hate him? Is it bad that I hate him, for making me hate him, and pushing my buttons like elevator I treat him like he’s my detonator. I sound like a pirate, I’m doing my thing. I don’t know why I’m rapping, I’m too sick to sing, so- Late nights, city lights Dripping in silence, I'm high on the vibe. No, I can't slow time, but I still think of you when I close my eyes. Kitty, kitty, now I fade away, Trying to find peace in a brand-new place. Skirt down streets that I can't pronounce, But your name still echoes in my head all around. Um… I was gonna apologize for saying “fxck” so much, But you sent me the song and you know how I talk. So that’s on me and my friend. Yeah. I reckon that’s good. DL all my music free on Bandcamp https://sinaestheticmusic.bandcamp.com/ Sample packs, merch, etc. on my website: www.sin-aesthetic.com Follow me on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/sin_aesthet... Follow me on Tiktok   / sin_aesthetix   Check me out on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0aQu2... Check me out on SoundCloud:   / sinaesthetic   A Prelude to Post-Modernity "Post modern" is a response to a paradigm shift we are collectively experiencing, as well as a personal archive made public. A death and rebirth. An elegy of reason and an effigy of the absurd. letting go of what was and welcoming what could be. Postmodern is a collection of songs. Songs iv made in different cities, with different people, under different names, in different times living different lives. through heartbreak and healing. Some newer, others older. unearthed, remastered, recontextualized. But all of them capture the space inbetween, moments of collapse & clarity, where things fell apart & something else began. It’s a reflection of where we are & what comes after. We live in a postmodern world where truth fractures and images dominate. Where stories don’t end, they get infinitely recycled in degrading fidelity, creating something new altogether, something untethered to reality entirely. A world where irony swallows sincerity, and rebellion is sold back to us as a Che Guevara tee shirt. Where politics is theater, identity is brand, & protest is content. The French philosopher Jean Baudrillard said we live in a world of simulation & simulacra, imitations of imitations of reality that have replaced the original source as a hyper reality, more real than reality itself. We don’t encounter raw reality anymore; we encounter filtered versions. That’s hyperreality: Where the copy feels more real than the original. Where the simulacra become the truth & the truth no longer matters. Guy Debord’s brought forth the idea of "the spectacle". a society where everything becomes performance. In the spectacle, we’re not just consumers, we’re consumed. Our emotions, identities, and politics are flattened into surface. We scroll through war, genocide, heartbreak, joy in the same feed. It's not apathy, it’s overwhelm. In this landscape, meaning doesn't vanish, meaning multiplies. So many voices, stories, & truths that they cancel each other out. What remains is psychic damage, contradiction, detachment, and overstimulation. #trap #rap #edm #dubstep #emo #futurebass #dj #sinaaesthetic #symboria #thecursedJ #CursedJ #pemaeclipse #aesthetic #danimal #danimalthrive #noahclue #mossyfrog #aiyanasolaris #koba #botsch #dasbotsch #postmodern #postmodernism #chaosstar #chaosmagick #sigil