'Retinal Burn' 👁️❤️‍🔥out everywhere today. Stream the whole album: https://aethrmusik.com/artist/nixed_intentions Tracklist: 1. Magic Eye - Voluntary stare, curiosity overriding the warning label to cause the first burn 👈 You Are Here 2. Motion Blur - Stopping the fight for clarity and letting the memories smear together 3. Visuals - Inescapable visual projections and the mind painting pictures you can't turn off 4. Voices - Auditory hallucinations and being haunted by words you crave or dread 5. Touch - Phantom physical presence and tactile sensations that the body can't shake off 6. Scratch and Sniff - Nostalgic scents that turn from comfort into quiet suffocation 7. Muscle Memory - The physical body betraying the mind by repeating old routines 8. Hydrogen - A toxic, chemical-induced dissociative state and narcotic drift 9. Artificial Tears - A broken, mechanical attempt at grief and forcing an emotion you can no longer feel 10. Retinal Burn - Exhausted finality, the permanent afterimage, and the irreversible scar more

Thanks for listening. Lyrics: [NOTHING TO IT AT ALL] [WHY, MY BOY, YOU'RE AS WELL AS I AM] [YOU'RE ALRIGHT, I TELL YOU] [NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT] [FORGET IT] [FORGET IT] [I SAY YOU'RE ALRIGHT] [FORGET IT] [I SAY YOU'RE ALRIGHT] [FORGET IT] [FORGET IT] [I SAY YOU'RE ALRIGHT] [FORGET IT] Pull the rug Out from under Siamese blunder Attached at the hip To my problems And my sleeping pills Moping dog Trigger Hotel room burning Flick a light off Call it late-night counseling Layin' in the dark But my eyes closed Can't tell Sleeping in my own hell Menu bar Dream well Pull the rug From under Siamese blunder Attached at the hip To my problems And my sleeping pills Finally recover Wake up, it's just another Dream inside a dream And the sorrow's Still my lover I won't look at the world Or live inside another The bomb goes boom And my head will soon Moby Dick swimming Inside my stomach Sickening Gonna lose my lunch And then some My head's on fire I'm sick of the heat But I won't stop Playing with lighters To see if my hair burns Turn it up louder I can still hear The crowd hum Maybe if you learn it now Shut it off With the trigger's pow My ache is aching My heart is pumping Ear to the floor I can hear the ghosts thumping They want in now It's time to go now I'm not gonna make it Due to dirt [NOTHING TO IT AT ALL] [WHY, MY BOY, YOU'RE AS WELL AS I AM] [YOU'RE ALRIGHT I TELL YOU] [NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT] [FORGET IT] Moby Dick swimming Inside my stomach Sickening Gonna lose my lunch And then some My head's on fire I'm sick of the heat But I won't stop Playing with lighters To see if my hair burns Pull the rug Out from under Siamese blunder Attached at the hip To my problems And my sleeping pills Finally recovered Wake up, it's just another Dream inside a dream And the sorrow's Still my lover Moby Dick swimming Inside my stomach Sickening Gonna lose my lunch And then some My head's on fire I'm sick of the heat But I won't stop Playing with lighters To see if my hair burns Moby Dick swimmin' Inside my stomach Sickening more

I don't normally do purely instrumental tracks... but this one wasn't really planned as a "song" so much as a week-long jam session that got wildly out of hand. I was having way too much fun poking at sounds, chasing weird little sections, and seeing what else the track would let me get away with. Be thankful I’m not posting the original 10-minute version, because apparently I had no adult supervision at the time. I don't even fully remember how this rabbit hole started. Anyway... enjoy the carnival that is my brain.more