In every project before this, I was trying to separate things — logic from feeling, precision from chaos, science from sound.
This time, I stopped fighting it.
“Double Exposure” is what happens when those worlds overlap. A cinematic electro-rock track built from fragments of me:
the scientist who calibrates systems and the artist who breaks them. The song’s structure mirrors that collision —
slow halftempo introspection colliding with a 145-BPM surge of light and distortion. Control meets euphoria, restraint meets riot.
The hardest part wasn’t the lyrics or the sound — it was the piano.
No AI could play what I heard in my head. So I built it myself, thirty seconds at a time.
Stitched, tuned, and balanced by ear, the way you might suture something fragile.
Because Double Exposure isn’t about perfection. It’s about the human fingerprints left inside the machine.
The video follows the same rhythm: two selves fading into one frame.
Digital hands over a keyboard dissolve into the same fingers on a piano.
One world engineered, the other improvised. Together, they hum the same note.
It’s not about choosing which version is “real.”
It’s about learning to live in both.
Lyrics
Switch flips on — the lights all BUZZ
Fingers code — the circuit JUMPS
Lines cascade — the log rewinds
Noise is SHARP — it drills my mind
Alarms collide — the code won’t SLEEP
Numbers climb — then dive too STEEP
Hands obey — the sequence BLIND
Days erased — but none RESIGNED
Is this my life, just CLOCK and CHAINS?
Or can I BREAK, step through the FRAMES?
The glass DISTORTS, I see it BEND…
But will it CRACK, or HOLD again?
I BROKE the frame, I SLIPPED the line
(My shadow self moves through TIME)
Another voice beneath my SKIN
Two lives diverge — where do I BEGIN?
I took one STEP — the ground was GONE
No walls to CHECK what’s right or WRONG
A sea of THOUGHT — it dragged me DOWN
The rules dissolved — I couldn’t DROWN
Currents ROSE — then let me RIDE
Ideas BLAZED beneath the TIDE
The chaos TURNED — it carved me SPACE
I found myself inside its GRACE
I never guessed a SPARK could weigh like FIRE,
Or RHYTHM lift my pulse a step up HIGHER.
It’s not ESCAPE — it’s fuel I get to CHOOSE,
A second SKIN I never want to LOSE.
I’m ALIVE — in two designs
(One beats the CLOCK, one bends the LINES)
I won’t CHOOSE — I’ll fuse them BOTH
Two lives IGNITE — I claim them BOTH
Back at the SCREEN, where numbers STREAM
Back in the CODE, that endless SCHEME
But under GLASS, a flame remains
I’ll BREAK again — and RIDE the WAVES
