The Slippery Basement of Mind: Dark Cinematic Psychedelic Rock 1 Hour

I did not walk down here; I slid. It is the architecture of the mind that the lowest floor is always wet, slick with the residue of feelings we thought we had discarded. These are not snakes, though they writhe; they are the uncomfortable shapes of memories that refused to die. They have grown pale from lack of light, tangling together in a cold, slippery knot of instinct and regret. To stand here is to realize that the foundations of my house are not solid stone, but a moving, breathing mass of guilt.

The nausea I feel is simply the vertigo of looking inward. I must stop fighting the constriction. The air is thick with a hiss that sounds like static, but is actually the noise of the past rubbing against the present. The wisdom of the deep is venomous, yes, but it is the only cure for the dryness of the surface. I let them coil around my ankles in a cold and heavy ring, accepting that I am supported by the very things I feared most.

Timecodes:
00:00:00 — Sliding Downwards
00:03:29 — Wet Pale Knots
00:08:38 — The Dormant Guilt
00:16:21 — Slick Cold Tiles
00:19:50 — Writhing Old Regrets
00:24:39 — Friction Of Memory
00:28:32 — Venom As Cure
00:32:01 — Beneath The Floorboards
00:36:52 — Hissing In Dark
00:39:56 — Molting The Ego
00:43:37 — Tangled White Limbs
00:47:09 — Heavy Liquid Breath
00:52:17 — Scales On Stone
00:56:01 — Tightening The Grip
01:00:28 — Catharsis In Gloom
01:06:24 — Poisonous Lucid Dream
01:10:41 — Forgotten Instincts Move
01:14:47 — The Deepest Coil
01:19:56 — Cold Blood Rising
01:23:47 — Shedding The Fear

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