HANDWRITTEN TRACKLIST

HANDWRITTEN TRACKLIST (A stripped-down, aggressive spoken-word piece over eerie synths.) (The track starts with a low, humming synth—like an old cassette whirring in the dark. A voice comes in, raw, almost distorted, speaking with intensity.) ⸻ (Verse 1 – Spoken, cold, deliberate) I found a tracklist written in black ink, smudged at the edges, Tucked inside a cracked jewel case, Burnt CD, no label—just static for a name. Someone’s last mixtape, someone’s last message, Someone’s last chance before they disappeared. (The synths pulse, growing uneasy—like an old radio signal trying to break through.) (Verse 2 – Spoken, faster, more intense) Track one: A love song for the disillusioned. Track two: A riot disguised as a lullaby. Track three: A confession made through a payphone. Track four: The sound of a car door slamming and never opening again. (The synths distort, the bass creeps in like a heartbeat.) (Verse 3 – Gritty, breathless, almost shouted) Track five: Sirens in the distance. Track six: A voice that isn’t yours repeating your name. Track seven: The moment before impact. Track eight: A song that never existed. Track nine: A song that never existed. Track ten— (Silence. The synths cut out for a second. Then, a whispered voice—distant, eerie.) “Play it again.” (The track ends with a glitching rewind sound, then cuts to black.)