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So this started off with me feeling overwhelmed with this literal flood at home and arguing with the home insurance. but as i wrote, i realised i was actually processing much more - and realising when you feel like you're drowning a bit. so anyway , enough enough. here it is. check the metaphor's if you dig lyrics/words like me. Wading Water We’re running out of time, gotta get the job done Underwater, under thumb, can’t breathe, can’t move Claim stuck, walls stripped bare — now we clean up too We need a lifeboat, someone share a safe harbour When I’m drowning’ in a tsunami, I’m drowning’ in a flood Water rushing’ in heavy, thick as blood Gushing’, pouring’, can’t stop the stream House fills fast like a bad dream You sent one man, all he did was talk about him Learnt his whole life story, every loss, every win Arguments with his wife, the highs and the lows Ups and the downs of a life I don’t know Told me ’bout his brother, full-time care Parents moving house ‘cause they can’t take the stairs When he finished his words, said he’d file the report Shook my hand, said softly, “I’m here to support” In. - my - . life-. it’s never just -. once — for me. it. comes - in. - three. Things break together. like they planned it on me Magpies counting’, all. the prophets lie, and. omens keep score Every small lie feels like a crack in the floor When I’m drown in’ in a tsunami, I’m drowning’ in a flood Water rushing’ in heavy, thick as blood Gushing, pouring’, can’t stop the stream killing me. while, living in my own. murder scene I do it every day fighting like the end of the world when the. locusts came flying at me trying to focus but I still cant see, just trying to move , trying to win starting with the ABC Not forgetting’, not letting go, still clinging. onto my identity When I’m drowning’ in a tsunami, I’m drowning’ in a flood Water rushing’ in heavy, thick as blood Gushing, pouring, can’t stop the stream House fills fast like a bad dream. Mop it up, suck it up. whole thing’s fucked Where's the support when I’m shattering’ up Need this fixed. -- put some pride back in the mix Trying bring back magic where the damage still sits the last apocalypse s is finally here in my world where I'm hiding out sitting in fear don't know where to turn, directions un clear you said keep going .... more

This song is about institutional calm and learned obedience, the kind that gets praised as progress, while nothing underneath is actually healed. It’s written from inside controlled environments where silence is rewarded, reactions are monitored, and survival depends on learning how to disappear without alarming anyone. The track explores how “stability” is often defined as compliance. Rage isn’t processed; it’s suppressed. Pain isn’t addressed; it’s managed. The language of care becomes procedural, and the goal quietly shifts from helping someone heal to keeping them predictable, quiet, and non-disruptive. As the song unfolds, calm turns from a symptom into a weapon. What looks like improvement is actually strategy. The speaker isn’t soothed, she’s trained. She learns how to stay off the radar, how to smile on cue, how to give the right answers while keeping everything dangerous intact beneath the surface. This track lives in psychological dark pop and controlled menace. It’s not about chaos or snapping, it’s about stillness becoming deliberate, silence becoming chosen, and the moment compliance hardens into dominance. The system thinks it fixed something. It didn’t. It built something colder.more