"Safety Net" is a visceral, introspective exploration set against a backdrop of globalized, challenging sonics. This track masterfully fuses Alternative and Indie Rock sensibilities with the cold, aggressive architecture of modern Electronic music.

The core of the song lies in its Experimental and Fusion identity, where the intense rhythmic structures of Hardstyle and structured Noise are unexpectedly interwoven with deep, melancholic echoes of Asia and the Middle Eastern sound palette. The result is a sound that feels both alienating and intimately familiar.

Lyrically, "Safety Net" delves into a profound state of self-estrangement ("I am learning to be a stranger to myself") and the terrifying realization that protection ("The safety net became a coffin") has led to numbness rather than survival. The repeated cry for a "sharp edge of living"—a desperate plea to feel anything—perfectly aligns with the track's often abrasive and emotionally raw sonic textures.

Safety Net

lyrics:

Horizon swallows sound—the world becomes a photograph
I watch my hands move like they belong to someone else
Salt crystallizes on my tongue, but taste dissolved years ago
The distance grows; I am learning to be a stranger to myself

I'm reaching for the weight of real, the anchor of one true thing
Show me the sharp edge of living—let me bleed proof that I exist
The safety net became a coffin made of silence
I need to fracture just to know I'm still here

They say survival means you live; I say it means you fade in slow motion
Each day another layer of frost, another room sealed shut
I built immunity to hurt—mistook it for invincibility
Now even joy arrives like a letter addressed to someone else

I'm reaching for the weight of real, the anchor of one true thing
Show me the sharp edge of living—let me bleed proof that I exist
The safety net became a coffin made of silence
I need to fracture just to know I'm still here

Safety Net

This track that shatters conventional boundaries and embraces the thrill of spontaneous creation. This piece is a deep dive into the experimental, improvisational core of jazz's most defiant subgenre.

Expect unpredictable structures, cacophonous textures, and a deliberate pushing of instrumental limits. This is music as raw, visceral emotion, where melody takes a backseat to energy, noise, and complex rhythmic freedom.

The Improvisational Narrative
The lyrics, which speak of a chaotic, defiant gathering ("Here come the roaches," "They're ridin' with the owls"), mirror the track's challenging musical form. The repeated promise of a coming battle ("In the mornin' / The fightin'") provides a frantic, almost ritualistic tension that drives the musical improvisation forward, giving the sense of a spontaneous, urgent performance.

If you crave music that is challenging, abstract, and utterly uncompromising, this track is for you.

lyrics:

[Verse]
Here come the roaches
Here come the crows
Somebody somewhere
Is comin' down the road
Here comes the doggie
Comin' in the night
They're ridin' with the owls
So we all gonna fight

[Chorus]
In the mornin'
The fightin'
When the clouds turnin' gold
It will be

[Verse 2]
It's gonna be good
It will be grand
The thunder
It rolls
Like a demon marching band
Bring your pistols
Bring your fists
Bring your horses
'Cause you don't wanna miss

[Chorus]
In the mornin'
The fightin'
When the clouds turnin' gold
It will be
In the mornin'
The fightin'
When the clouds turnin' gold
It will be

[Verse]
Let's get it on
It's gonna be a show
It's time to rise
And here we go
It's gonna be good
It will be grand
The thunder
It rolls
Like a demon marching band

[Chorus]
In the mornin'
The fightin'
When the clouds turnin' gold
It will be
In the mornin'
The fightin'
When the clouds turnin' gold
It will be

Safety Net

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