Mental dialysis set to 180 BPM. This is what happens when your identity hits a system error. Gritty German vocals meet cold, industrial textures and a relentless punk beat. ㅤ IDENTITY.DEFECT ㅤ I stare into nothing, into a gray melody, fed by my own misanthropy. Everything’s a copy of a faded copy, and tomorrow it gets worse – cold entropy, everything falls apart like a broken theory, and I recognize myself in this elegy. ㅤ I build a perfect utopia inside my mind, search it's ruins for some kind of harmony. But my engine’s been out of energy for a long time, what’s left in the end is just bitter irony. ㅤ I erase myself and reload anew, version 2.0 — finally through! No feeling, no return, no plan, but screw it — I start again! ㅤ I live in the silence of a digital space, a lonely signal trapped in design, out of place. My senses are numb from artificial sedation, fate serves us up the next psychosis. My mind is blurred, direction unclear, we slowly suffocate in analysis here. ㅤ My brain needs dialysis right now, I’m waiting for total paralysis somehow. I buy a new mask and a brand-new style, but my soul stays gray like an old floor tile. Reset in my head, but nothing aligns, I’m the wreck in a permanent crisis. ㅤ I erase myself and reload anew, version 2.0 — finally through! No feeling, no return, no plan, but screw it — I start again! ㅤ Crystal clear! Just completely bleak! In the crisis! Still somehow the answer to every critique.more