the skin remembers everything. you decide what stays.

„blackout“ is a personal confession and a quiet act of defiance, a track that follows one body across a lifetime of needles, names, and the nerve it takes to cover what no longer fits. every line, year by year, is a session: pain chosen on purpose, marks that outlast the reasons they were made.
this lyric was built from the mechanics of the coil machine itself, the copper coils, the armature bar, the make-and-break circuit that drives ink precisely two millimetres into the dermis. „blackout“ channels that exact, repetitive violence into a modern ebm ritual, where self-branding, tribal devotion, and self-inflicted pain all run through the same needle.
at its core, this track is about ownership. about the right to edit your own history. it’s for everyone who’s worn a name they later needed to bury. name it. mark it. and when it stops being yours, black it out.
read it now.