Garbage Trap Phonk

Garbage Trap Phonk—poorly made, bad, unpleasant to the ear; I don't want to create something beautiful or inspiring—this is about my pain, my pacts, my traumas, and the toll life has taken on me. You can reject this sonic assault; it’s as simple as zero plus zero equaling zero—a valueless zero, yet one that divides the negative from the positive, marking the transition. Garbage Trap Phonk—my voice is low and off-kilter, and I like it that way. I don't want to be an expert; I could sing in French or English, but never in Portuguese. These are flashes, jagged cuts from a mind in collapse—not exactly Trap or Phonk, maybe a new wave of the washed-up. I don't rhyme; I shatter rhymes. Garbage Trap Phonk.