This project is a sonic exhibition which strives to resemble the essence of "finding your voice" Track 1 (Where Do I Begin?) is a sensitive yet serrated opening sequence that serves to set the scene of "gurgling in the belly of the beast" - it is many futures crammed into one ephemeral outburst. The lyrics are as follows: I've been up all night Getting high Trying not to think about The babies crying (oh my) x2 Yeah I might be, a bit feisty But the world so violent I just might swing Hit a home run _blood my currency I can barely see; through this fog We was thick as thieves but fell apart 404 on my knuckles like a RED STAR Track 2 (Empty Inside) is in many ways about individualism, lack of faith, hollowness, the unsettling sensation of reciprocating depravity, the thin abyss between (co)existing and becoming. The lyrics are a variable repition of the following: < when you're empty inside you end up in some crazy places... > in it for you? what's in it for you? ( i ) gotta know_ what's in it for you? cuz i know you ain't sefless... and i get it me too ( but ) i gotta know ` what's in it, for you? < and that night, lying in bed worn out he could still hear the howl and tumult of the wind - such a difficult emotion > Track 3 (Garden of Bone) was originally released on a compilation by Eco Futurism Corporation (eco-futurism-corp.bandcamp.com/album/solarmodern-botanica-petalcore) and has since found a second home on 'Perfect Disorder'. "At least once a day throughout the month of may (2025) I sat down to inject this song with my feelings, told through moments of sound, with the hopes of painting a particular passage of time, or even time itself. Over 200 unique samples live, die and skitter throughout this mutant child of texture, rhythm, nature and synthesis". The lyrics, sparse and spectral, are as follows: cut me down like a tree welcome home this garden of bone this garden of bone will haunt us forever Track 4 (Roja y Morada) is a somber cumbia record about being a vampire, watching loved ones crumble from a distance, drinking tears, feasting on internal organs, lurking in the shadows, etc. Las letras van así: Soy el diablo, soy un tiburón, te pasas las noches fumando en ese balcón, escuchando la misma canción, algo de techno que pega en el pecho. De hecho, te veo y te quiero conocer, si me quieres conocer... me puedes encontrar volando por la madrugada, buscando algo de comer. La soledad me cambió, me congeló, pero el calor de tu piel me recuerda (de) estar en el sol. Tu mirada tan triste me vuelve loco, mmmm, me vuelve loco. Me puedes encontrar volando por la madrugada, roja y morada. Ya no siento nada, soy una sombra, una, una sombra. Me tomo tus lágrimas, me como tu corazón. Track 5 (Apocalypse Hotel) is about finding the light. It is a celebration, a spiral, a galactic mantra. It is a joint birthday party for realism, hyperbole, (self) destruction and imagination. It is the beginning of the end. Lyrics: I lost myself I found myself I ( 've ) lost myself I found myself x4 < sometimes life is scary and dark that is why we must find the light > You gotta spread your paws wide You gotta spread your paws wiiiide You gotta drum (your) the belly, drum the belly [ and so on_ ] ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠤⠒⠒⠒⠒⠢⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡤⢄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡆⠀⢀⢀⠀⠸⡟⡇⠀⠀⡰⢾⢁⢸⣄⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠈⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⡝⡆⠚⠠⣤⠇ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡀⠀⠙⢸⠧⣤⠃⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣇⡀⣤⣼⠧⡀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⣠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡇⠀⣀⣧⢸⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢠⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢟⠀⢀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠒⠉⠁⢸⡄⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠙⠶⠦⠤⠶⠖⠒⢤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠴⠶⣤⣀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠲⠤⠖⠚⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀