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The Tunnel Breathes
Bio-Industrial / Noise Pop
The tunnel is no longer around the body. It is inside it. Breath follows the structure, each exhale tightens the grid, and the machinery of the environment begins to operate through muscle, lungs and reflex.
What looks like adaptation is another form of capture. The body keeps itself alive by learning the rhythm of what is suffocating it, until breathing and confinement become impossible to separate.
Lyrics
Home, blind
Home, blind
Say it like the walls are closing in
Home, blind
Home, blind
But the sound won't let you win
Fingertips trace the damp seam
Where ceiling meets breath
No door, just the hum
Of something learning how to speak
The tunnel breathes in my ribs
Each exhale tightens the grid
I name the cracks as they widen
But the echo answers with lead
Knees remember kneeling
Though the floor never gave
A single inch of mercy
Just the weight of what I saved
The tunnel breathes in my ribs
Each exhale tightens the grid
I name the cracks as they widen
But the echo answers with lead
If I stop moving
Will it forget my shape?
If I hold my breath
Will it grant me escape?
The tunnel breathes in my ribs
Each exhale tightens the grid
I name the cracks as they widen
But the echo answers with lead
Blind… home…
Blind… stone…
Say it like the walls are breathing
Blind… alone…
But the sound won't let you go
