Music Trafficker - Glitch in the Iris (Drum & Bass)

A cerebral and surreal exploration of worldy contradictions, blending sharp lyrical paradoxes with a polished, rhythmic drum and bass groove and glitch-infused vocal textures.

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Lyrics:

Static in the attic while the cellar’s growing wings We’re buying shiny silence for the weight of heavy things The architect is starving while the mannequin is fed And we’re sewing silk pyjamas for the monsters under bed Clockwork in the garden where the plastic roses bloom Calculated chaos in a soundproof room They’re selling us the nectar but they’re keeping all the bees Walking on our elbows while we’re praying on our knees

It’s a glitch in the iris, a crack in the glass Watching future echoes as the holograms pass Nothing is identical but everything’s the same Fuelling up the blizzard just to feed a little flame

Oxygen for ransom but the carbon is a gift The anchor’s made of helium to give the floor a lift Digital devotions for a physical decay The predator is weeping while the hunters start to play We’re painting every shadow just to prove that there is light Sprinting in a circle in the middle of the night The doctor’s eating poison and the chemist’s drinking rain Buying gold-plated locks for a non-existent chain

Logic is a liquid, reality is dry Counting all the feathers on a bird that cannot fly The map is just a mirror and the compass is a ghost The guest is in the kitchen while the phantom plays the host

It’s a glitch in the iris, a crack in the glass Watching future echoes as the holograms pass Nothing is identical but everything’s the same Fuelling up the blizzard just to feed a little flame