Lose Control
don't think. just move.
electro-pop transmissions
wired straight to the chest.
eight songs about dancing alone in the dark — and pretending you're fine.
don't think. just move.
the floor was never no place to pray.
closer. lower. don't speak — stay.
all build, no drop. the breath before the fall.
two of us, one crown, no way out.
the same fight, in another tongue.
on danse tout seul — we dance alone, to forget.
pretend. smile. nobody has to know.
five songs about losing your signal — and finding your way back to it.
i was the reason. i had to sit with it.
eight months of my heart, packed into a text.
goodbye to what we used to be.
i am the work. i am the way.
i don't need permission to glow.
eleven instrumentals — the homecoming, in beats.
three early songs — fire, heart, and the first spark.
a voice pressed up against a 3am window. anthemic synths, tribal drums, vocals mixed close enough to hear the breath catch.
bittersweet swagger — defiance with a hairline crack.
xDMTR sings the songs too honest to say out loud. DANS LE NOIR — eight songs — out now. tune the dial.