Frequency Zero (Intro)

(The sound of fingers tapping on a phone screen, then a long, hollow dial tone that abruptly cuts out into a deep, warm synth pad.)

(Spoken softly, almost laughing at yourself)

I actually thought we were shifting the weather or something...Felt too easy.

(Just a slow, heavy kick drum and a warm bassline. Very spacious.)

It was three in the morning, face glowing blue

I was spilling my guts, you were spilling yours too

No static on the line, just a seamless feed

You were saying exactly what you knew I’d need

Talking about our old scars like they matched up perfect

Making me feel like the trauma was worth it

You dropped your guard so quick, or at least you made it look like it

Had me thinking, damn, I finally found a real soul to kick it with.

(The beat starts to stutter a little bit, like a digital skip, building a subtle undercurrent of tension.)

We were on our own wave, out in deep space

Running up my screen time just to see your face

You had the blueprint, you knew the exact wires to tap

Building a bridge just to pull it off the map

It’s crazy how quiet it gets right before the signal dies

Looking back, I can see the math behind your eyes

But right then?

Man, the airwaves were warm.

I didn't know I was standing in the middle of a storm.

(The music doesn't just stop—it degrades. The warm synths get swallowed by a harsh, low-frequency hum. The sound of a phone call disconnecting—that rapid three-tone beep—repeats and speeds up until it matches the 150 BPM tempo of the rest of the album.)

(Whispered right against the mic)

Connection lost.

Now turn it up.