I was just so struck by Neurowaxx’s beautiful landscape, it reminded me of the best modern writers of the west: Cormac McCarthy, Sam Shephard, John Steinbeck.
I used some ambient loops and brightened up the original sample with a flange. Ritmo Oscillators were employed. Much of the ambient noise is just part of the original sample time stretched out to a 540BPM. I used only the lower register of my voice, which for some reason was extra fat this morning.

Lyric:
When you throw me in the death pit
like a horse who lost her ground
I will look into the big sky
and know that I’ve been found
My liquid eyes will cease to beg you for your mercy and your soulless grace
I will sift through other carnage
stiff & unbent legs
Here I am our infant son, the dog and all this stuff
driving far away from you
I hope the distance is enough
to purge myself of your toxicity
and inability to love
you’ll never know the sweet smell of his head
or what we’re made of
I’ll purge myself of your toxicity and inability to love
you’ll never know
the smell of his sweet soul or what he’s made of