Cold… clean…  
Closer than you think  

I see you (closer than you think)  
I don’t move (I let the pulse speak)  
Skin like glass, breath on chrome  
One command, and I stand alone  

Lips unread, code in play  
Still unsaid, but you always stay  

Cold, clean, nothing in between  
Cold, clean, you know what I mean  
Cold, clean, burning without flame  
Cold, clean, touch without a name  

You stare, but you blink too slow  
I’m there, where you’ll never go  
No need to speak aloud  
You kneel inside the sound  
  
Lips unread, code in play  
Still unsaid, but you always stay  

Cold, clean, nothing in between  
Cold, clean, you know what I mean  
Cold, clean, burning without flame  
Cold, clean, touch without a name  

Not love, not lust, just tension  
No need, no must, just function  
Then silence… silence…  

Cold, clean, I don’t need to be seen  
Cold, clean, dissolve in the screen  
Cold, clean, burning without flame  
Cold, clean, touch without a name  

Cold… clean…  
Cold… clean…  
You dissolve in the screen…  

Cold Clean (Indie Synth Pop reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Cold Clean (Indie Synth Pop reload)

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