NO END POINT

The pulse repeats until time loses its shape. Inside a crowded room, sound becomes pressure, pressure becomes focus, and every sensation demands another. Silence soon feels empty. Normality feels incomplete. This song descends into a nervous system trapped between expectation and escalation, chasing a peak that turns ordinary the moment it arrives. There is no lasting release, only adaptation, repetition, and a hunger for greater intensity. The loop never ends because enough never exists - DEAD