THIS SICK OBSESSION REMIX V1.1
A slow, lurching beat at 75 BPM lays the dark, atmospheric foundation, with colossal sub-heavy kicks anchoring the 1 and cavernous, reverb-soaked snares cracking on the 3. An oppressive sub-bass drone envelops the track. Vocals skitter rapidly in dactylic bursts, weaving frantic polyrhythmic lines against the sluggish rhythm. Processed with trance-like delays, erratic panning, and dynamic whispers and chants, the vocals become an EDM synth texture, driving obsession over the suffocating instrumental.
THIS SICK OBSESSION REMIX V1.1
A slow, lurching beat at 75 BPM lays the dark, atmospheric foundation, with colossal sub-heavy kicks anchoring the 1 and cavernous, reverb-soaked snares cracking on the 3. An oppressive sub-bass drone envelops the track. Vocals skitter rapidly in dactylic bursts, weaving frantic polyrhythmic lines against the sluggish rhythm. Processed with trance-like delays, erratic panning, and dynamic whispers and chants, the vocals become an EDM synth texture, driving obsession over the suffocating instrumental.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] (The slow, heavy beat drops. The vocals are a SLOW, nervous whisper, racing over the top of the slow beat.)
Wait-ing for light on the screen of my phone again Stuck in this room and I'm feel-ing a-lone again This is the sick-ness, the itch that you plant-ed Giv-ing me ev-ery-thing I nev-er want-ed
Know that your words are just hol-low and poi-son-ous Still I just crave them, the sound of you call-ing us "Us" is a lie that you tell me to break me "Us" is the rope that you use just to choke me
[Pre-Chorus] (The beat pulls back slightly, leaving the hi-hats, drone, and vocals. The vocals get more disorienting, with delays.)
And the stat-ic in my head is... (echo: ...is...is...) ...just your name in red, and it's... (echo: ...red...red...) ...all I hear you said... (echo: ...said...said...)
[Chorus] (The beat slams back in with a heavy, distorted Reese bassline. The vocals are stronger, chanted.)
THIS... SICK... OB-SES-SION (You're my... dark... con-fes-sion) I... LOVE... THE... HURT-ING (While the... whole... world's... burn-ing) CAN'T... BREATHE... WITH-OUT... YOU (My... whole... life's... a-bout... you) THIS... SICK... OB-SES-SION (My... one... trans-gres-sion)
[Verse 2] (The beat and fast vocals continue. The tension is constant.)
You are the fe-ver, the chill in my bone-marrow My will is gone and the path is too nar-row Try-ing to leave but my feet are like lead now Love all the lies that you feed to my head now
Push me a-way just to see if I'll crawl to you I am the fool who would give it all up for you Hate that I need you, just look what you made of me I'm just the ghost of the per-son I used to be
[Pre-Chorus] (The build-up again, more intense. The hi-hats are louder.)
And the stat-ic in my head is... (echo: ...is...is...) ...just your name in red, and it's... (echo: ...red...red...) ...all I hear you said... (echo: ...said...said...)
[Chorus] (The final, most intense drop.)
THIS... SICK... OB-SES-SION (You're my... dark... con-fes-sion) I... LOVE... THE... HURT-ING (While the... whole... world's... burn-ing) CAN'T... BREATHE... WITH-OUT... YOU (My... whole... life's... a-bout... you) THIS... SICK... OB-SES-SION (My... one... trans-gres-sion)
[Outro] (The beat cuts out. Only the sub-bass drone and the skittering hi-hats remain. The distorted phone notification sound echoes one last time.)
(Whispered, fast, fading) Wait-ing for light on the screen of my phone again... Wait-ing for light on the screen of my phone again... Wait-ing for...