Experimental Love
A raw, bone-dry female vocal performance with no reverb or studio polish. The voice starts as an intimate, shaky whisper—like a diary confession—emphasizing every sharp consonant in the micro-details of the lyrics. As the tension builds, the voice transitions into a low-register, bitter snarl. During the 'You’re a liar!' hook, the vocal explodes into a visceral, high-pitched scream that sounds like a literal breakdown, captured with raw intensity. The background is a haunting, minimalist soundscape of cold, percussive piano notes and industrial atmospheric noise. The song ends with the female voice sounding paralyzed and hollow during the Outro, punctuated by the mechanical sound of a heavy door locking. The overall mood is cold, direct, and unforgiving
Experimental Love
A raw, bone-dry female vocal performance with no reverb or studio polish. The voice starts as an intimate, shaky whisper—like a diary confession—emphasizing every sharp consonant in the micro-details of the lyrics. As the tension builds, the voice transitions into a low-register, bitter snarl. During the 'You’re a liar!' hook, the vocal explodes into a visceral, high-pitched scream that sounds like a literal breakdown, captured with raw intensity. The background is a haunting, minimalist soundscape of cold, percussive piano notes and industrial atmospheric noise. The song ends with the female voice sounding paralyzed and hollow during the Outro, punctuated by the mechanical sound of a heavy door locking. The overall mood is cold, direct, and unforgiving
Lyrics
Like I’m a sweater you bought and returned the next day.
But I have the receipts of the nights you cried in my lap,
Begging me to never leave, like I was your only air.
Was that a “test” too? Or is the lie you’re telling her
The only way you can live with being a monster?
You didn’t find yourself in me. You just lost your soul.
How does it feel to be so hollow inside
That you call a whole person a place you just tried?
You didn’t “experience” me, you hollowed me out,
You built a kingdom on silence and doubt.
It’s a crime to be “curious” with someone’s whole life,
To cut through the future with a “trial run” knife.
Go ahead, call me a “phase” if it helps you forget
That I’m the only honest thing you haven’t ruined yet.
You’re a liar! You’re a coward! You’re a thief!
You stole my years and you called it “relief”!
You didn’t “test” me, you just didn’t have the heart
To be a real person from the goddamn start!
I HATE YOU!
You used my body like a recovery ward for your last heartbreak,
Taking up space in my bed while you “evaluated” the view.
You don’t get to say I was a “trial” after you took the best of me,
After you let me plan the move and the keys and the shared history.
You’re not a scientist, you’re just a user who’s good with words,
Shifting the blame to the “experiment” so your conscience isn’t heard.
I wasn’t a lesson, I was the person who actually stayed.
Liar. Liar. Liar.
You didn’t just test the water, you stole the whole sea.
You took the oxygen right out of me.
Every plan, every dream, every “us” that we built
You stripped it for parts just to cover your guilt.
I hope it was worth it, the life that you killed.
I hate that I fell for the script you wrote for us.
I hate that I dreamed of a future while you were just “observing.”
I hate every tear I shed for a person who never really stayed.
Now I’m the one who’s paralyzed, terrified of the next “trial,”
I’m pushing people away because I can’t tell if they’re real or just like you.
I hate that you took my ability to believe in anyone else,
That you made me a victim of a crime you’re calling an “experiment.”
I’m not a lesson. I’m just the person you broke.