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you ever listen to a song and it feels like your own brain screaming into a void but in a really pretty way? yeah. pandemonium is that girl. it’s the soundtrack to your quiet breakdowns. the kind of song that makes you stare out the window like you’re in a sad indie film even though you’re just in your pajamas at 2 a.m. trying to remember if you drank water today.
“smoke puffs are white and piling
this head feels like an island
i am my own asylum”
i mean—HELLO?? why is she reading me like a diary? like... the overthinking? the feeling of being so mentally crowded and yet so emotionally isolated that your own brain becomes a haunted house? yeah. niki really said “you’re gonna feel this whether you like it or not.”
and then she hits us with:
“everybody here is dyin'
dyin' out in slow motion”
this part??? ouch. it’s the realization that literally everyone is slowly losing it too. but we’re all just out here vibing and putting on our best “i’m fine” smile while lowkey falling apart. like yeah, life’s a mess but make it ✨aesthetic✨
the whole song is like wandering through your own mind when it’s 3 a.m., your chest feels heavy for no reason, and everything’s too loud even though it’s dead silent. it’s emotional chaos. beautifully wrapped in soft, dreamy vocals and minimalist production that sounds like a lullaby for people who forgot how to rest.
pandemonium isn’t just a song—it’s an entire existential spiral dressed in poetry.
it’s for you guys who overthink everything, cry in the bathroom, but still romanticize their sadness with good lighting and playlists titled “brain.exe not responding.”
honestly? it’s my comfort song. not because it makes me feel better—but because it makes me feel seen in my worst moments. and sometimes, that’s enough.
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