Compression Artifact by Kurt Holes
I once had a love that seemed perfect and clear, but like a digital image compressed too many times, it began to break down and distort. Our connection started to pixelate and fade, just like photographs that lose their quality with each save. The deeper I look into our past, the more corrupted the memories become - voices crackling like bad reception, feelings getting lost in the static. What hurts most is knowing that these distortions can't be fixed; our love has been reduced to fragments of data, broken pieces that will never quite fit back together. I keep searching through the noise for traces of what we had, but everything feels distant now, hidden behind layers of digital decay.
Tracklist
| 1. | Compression Artifact | 3:16 |
Lyrics
I see your face pixelate
Lines that used to resonate
But now the image fades away
Colors blend and shapes decay
Once so clear now so dense
Feeling lost in the pretense
Photographs faint reminisce
What once was ours now amiss
Compression artifact in my heart
Love's a blurred and broken art
Memories reduced to dust
In this digital we trust
Voices crackle like a line
Struggles hidden in design
Echoes caught in tangled code
Feelings lost where they once flowed
Voices crackle like a line
Struggles hidden in design
Echoes caught in tangled code
Feelings lost where they once flowed
Bits and bytes of shattered dreams
Nothing's ever what it seems
Signal lost amidst the noise
Searching for our faded joys
Com-Compression artifact in my heart
Love's a blurred and broken art
Memories reduced to dust
In this digital we trust
Voices crackle like a line
Love's a blurred and broken art
Memories reduced to dust
In this digital we trust
Voices crackle like a line
Struggles hidden in design
Echoes caught in tangled code
Feelings lost where they once flowed
Bits and bytes of shattered dreams
Nothing's ever what it seems
Signal lost amidst the noise
Searching for our faded joys
Com-Compression artifact in my heart
Love's a blurred and broken art
Memories reduced to dust
In this digital we trust
