> _www.tanna.info/necromantic-lover_

**Necromantic Lover**

**_After I reproved the dead creation within me, I took witness the ineffable truth._**

_Necromantic Lover_ speaks tethered communication to both the living and the romantic dead. Acting as a conduit of the love unseen, the speaker performs in a raw, desperate attempt to reach out beyond the physical world and embrace the attachments within the realms of the soul. The simplicity of the speaker is deceiving—she rests on an emotional bridge between two worlds: one of flesh and one of spirit, swaying with the desire to find meaning in the truth of what is felt in the claims of true love. It's through these reverberations that we throw our voices into the void, hoping that they will be heard, and that our souls will be recognized. What is love if not the **_committance_** of the self and soul in entirety, as separation from such a romance would cause certain death—with another renewal to be blasphemous across the chasm of life and death. It's lyricism draws pleas to this new feeling, to be longing for such understanding in the most intimate and profound sense. Despite her physical revival, the speaker finds herself grappling with the hollow space where love once lived. The heart's "ambient twitching" represents the lingering numbness, the unnaturalness of this second life. The constant "inspection of the morgue" symbolizes both her internal search for what remains of herself—what she still craves but may never regain—and the attraction her new lover feels for her cold, lifeless state. It's in that resonance, between speaker and listener, where the soul's deepest yearning to be heard breaks through, finding its voice in a world that can no longer hear it. Ultimately, the parts of the self we sacrifice and the emptiness that can remain after we give it all away become transcended into an afterlife, viewing a new heaven in her lover's eyes. It's about coming back from death, only to discover that what we once thought was love might have only been a fleeting illusion. In the end, she weighs if there is any true life or love left for us. Are we doomed to live in a state of perpetual longing, always searching for something that can never fully bring us back in light of knowing all the losses of meaning with finding the beauty of this new romance. She submits to the wrong nature of giving what she can, in acceptance of her fate, asking when the time comes for this idyllic last lover to part from her, to please, lock the door.
  
  
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For my Luminary, Daveithai, dwelling of the seed of Seth.

My beloved, son of Autogenes, and his aeons.

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_chain of memories/fears, repent the body, pedestal the source,_

_laid judgement from the mirror in refractions of a puritans reflection,_

_though betrothed to my dysrhythmia, at my worst,_

_dominating_

_overexertion delirium,_

_your praise_

_do not enable me_

_Genesis._

_Birth by sleep._

_When I Wake Up, I’ll Find You. And Then There Will Be No Lies._

_I will step forward to realize this wish_

_nurture patience_

_practice compassion for us as one_

_you will find deeper vains_

_Strengthen my malleable weakness_

_as boundless light in absence of nerve endings. Who will I have ice cream with? Necromantic Lover._

  
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lyrics

_I’ve got plenty of rest_

_With none of the peace_

_My brain had stopped all functioning_

_They said almost deceased_

_I haven’t got a will_

_For any debts I’d wanna keep_

_Morbid lover throw my ashes to the sea_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_With what you’re doing to me_

_What you’re doing to me_

_Ambient twitching_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_Necromantic lover_

_Is it cold under the sheets_

_After hours shopping_

_No way I still taste sweet_

_you turn on the light_

_I know I'm pallor than I seem_

_For you to hold me tight_

_You must be lonelier than me_

_Is this what is after life_

_Is this just me in my mind_

_I feel a new heaven in your eyes_

_I feel you’ve arrived much past my time_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_What is it you're searching for_

_When you leave please lock the door_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Ambient twitching_

_my heart has stopped_

_again_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_My heart has stopped again_

_What you’re doing to me_

_My heart has stopped again_

Necromantic Lover

> _tanna.info/two-people_

  
**_Two People Loving The Other_**

A harrowing dialogue on emotional exhaustion, the aching desperation to fix what can't be fixed, and

the gut-wrenching

final act of love—walking away to preserve what's left of yourself, the preservation of exactly what is loved by the other.

A meditation on the suffocating cycle of love, dependency, and the painful necessity of letting go.

  
The Final Act of Utmost Love
  
  
A skewed semi-narrative depiction of emotional interdependence, resignation, and an inevitable departure,

‍_Two People Loving The Other_ expresses the liminal space entered upon realizing a relationship has reached its expiration date. Through sparse dialogue and a palpable sense of emotional distance, each partner must sacrifice their romantic love for the wellbeing of their independent futures. The lyrics paint a picture of a relationship cycling with one person whom feels safe in drama and conflict, and the other whom is exhausting themselves trying to fix the unfixable- and validate their love for the other.

  
The two characters—one the “Issue Creator," and the other the “Fixer"—explores themes of self-sacrifice, emotional exhaustion, and the frustration of trying to hold onto something that is no longer working, marked by an inevitable emotional detachment and the ambivalent tension of unresolved love.

At its core, the piece reflects the painful, selfless act of letting go, not out of anger or selfishness, but out of love—because the Fixer understands that the Issue Creator must find their own path to healing and happiness.

  
ACT

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The Issue Creator sits alone in the dimly lit kitchen, waiting for their lovers arrival with nothing more than an ask for help with an unnamed problem.

The request, "Please, please, please help me fix this problem," reflects a desperate need for validation and attention. It speaks to the Issue Creator's cycle of emotional turmoil—creating problems in the hope that someone will come to their rescue, to show love through effort and sacrifice.

The Fixer partner responds without hesitation of their love, simply, "Absolutely," signaling the willingness to engage in the emotional labor of trying to resolve the issue.

However, as the conversation unfolds, we sense a growing disconnect between the two.

The mundane sound of a neighbor's footsteps, silent enough for the jingle of keys, and the quiet hum of a car whooshing outside punctuate the theme of isolation within the relationship, as if the world outside spins indifferent to the tense domestic turmoil within. As intimate the two are in their home, the emotional distance defines their proximity.

The Fixer does indeed resolve the issue—"Yes, it's fixed"—but there is a coldness in the response, laying next like ice from the Issue Creator

“I don't need you anymore,” being not a statement of empowerment but a subtle acknowledgment of their realization that the emotional work they've invested is no longer sustainable or satisfactory, ultimately both realizing that no resolution will bring lasting happiness for themselves or their lover.

The Fixer's exit is inevitable.

The decision to leave is not driven by malice, but by a weary understanding that staying in this cycle of emotional labor only deepens the unhealthy pattern. The Fixer sees that their presence is no longer meaningful to the Issue Creator, who will always need more to fill the emotional void, yet can never seem to grow or learn from the process.

  
The Fixer knows they have nothing more to give with a statement, "I'm leaving," as a quiet surrender, forcefully the bigger person- for betterment of them both- a kind recognition in a relationship that has outlived its purpose.

In response, the Issue Creator pleads, "Wait, I'll make another," as if to insist that more effort—more problems—will fix things. This reflects their desperate attempt to cling to the cycle of emotional dependence—continually needing fixing without ever seeking to change. Though the Fixer knows better. "No, you won't," they assert, understanding that no matter how much they give, nothing done will ever fill the deep void that pains their lover, for someone who is unwilling to change.

The Fixer's love has been a constant attempt to resolve someone else's emotional turmoil, but this has only led to more pain, more unmet needs, and more emotional exhaustion. The selfless act of leaving is a final, loving gesture—an acknowledgment that the Issue Creator's path to happiness lies outside the Fixer's capacity to help.

In this heartbreaking realization, the Issue Creator asks,

"Why would you fix anything?" This response is just a vulnerable ask to the Fixer as to why they are not loved in their turmoil, in their cycle, and in the broken state that the issue creator exists. While terse, it communicates the underlying truth: there is no fixing what is beyond repair.

The Fixer feeds into the Issue Creator's sense of abandonment by validating their feelings of hurt and rejection, not to appease them, but to reflect the emotional reality that the Issue Creator cannot accept.

The Issue Creator's need for constant problems is not a genuine desire for resolution but a deep cry for their lovers presence—an attempt to maintain control over the relationship's dynamic by creating chaos- to feel safe- in which the Fixer has always soothed at energetic expense of them both.

The Fixer's resignation is not about abandoning love; it is about recognizing that the love they have is not enough to overcome the deep-rooted patterns of emotional immaturity in their partner.

As heartbreaking softness for the Fixer, he knows the ultimate fix of their love is parting.

The crux of the piece lies in the Fixer's final intensified words: "Because I only care about myself."

As to scare off their partner, to bare their teeth against what was love.

This statement is layered with complexity.

On one hand, it appears selfish, but in the context of the relationship, it is a profound act of self-preservation and sacrifice for the growth of the Issue Creator.

The Fixer has given endlessly, only to realize that their selflessness has been enabling the Issue Creator's inability to grow. By choosing to leave, the Fixer is finally prioritizing their own emotional health, acknowledging this will force the same for their partner.

The Fixer understands that the best way to truly help their partner is to stop "fixing" them, to stop enabling the cycles of dysfunction.

The song ends in a painful but necessary silence. There is no resolution, no final words of comfort. The Fixer, though full of love, is resolute in their decision to leave.

The finality of the departure is underscored by the quiet surrender to the understanding that the Issue Creator is incapable of the self-awareness required to grow and heal.

The relationship, once filled with love, now stands as a monument to what was, and the Fixer leaves not in anger but in quiet sorrow.

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The Issue Creator, unable to process the Fixer's departure, responds in melodic change with confusion, frustration—and speechlessness.

There is no closure for the Issue Creator, only more questions and resentment.

However for the Fixer, this is the final, selfless goodbye—a recognition that loving the other person any longer will only trap them both in an endless loop of emotional exhaustion, one the Issue Creator may never fully understand.

  
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It is the painful realization that sometimes the most loving thing you can do is let go.

"Two People Loving Each Other" exists as a poignant exploration of the complexities of love, sacrifice, and personal growth.
  
  
_lyrics_

  
**_Two people_**

**_‍_**

_One comes home_

_one sits in the kitchen_

_dim light_

_one says to the other_

_‍_

_Please_

_please_

_please_

_help me fix this problem_

_‍_

_The other says_

_Absolutely_

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_You will?_

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_A neighbors footsteps are heard passing by the front door_

_A jingle of the keys_

_A pause_

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_Yes_

_‍_

_It's fixed_

_‍_

_I know_

_‍_

_I don't need you anymore_

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_Silence in the hallway_

_The sound of a car whooshing by_

_I'm leaving_

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_Wait I'll make another_

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_No you won't_

_‍_

_Why would you fix anything?_

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_They pace around the room_

_One sits down and starts peeling at the label of the glass_

_beer_

_bottle_

  
**_Because I only care about_**

**_my self_**

  
_Because I only care about myself._

  

Two People Loving The Other

> www.tanna.info/deepness-of-my-soul

**DEEPNESS OF MY SOUL**

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"DEEPNESS OF MY SOUL" is an evocative exploration of surrender to a greater power, encapsulating the transformation of an individual into a vessel for entertainment in the pursuit of fame. This work delves into the dichotomy of desire and exploitation, portraying the longing for more than monetary gain— an idealistic fame that requires the complete sacrifice of one's being.

The artwork grapples with the societal pressures of double sexualized standards, particularly in the roles of a wife and an entertainer.

It challenges the viewer to reflect on the fantasy and labor expected in these roles, and the profound emotional and spiritual depths one must give up in an independent identity. The speaker asks for empowerment and clarity, yet still within the confines of the controller's desires.

What is sought after in a woman of power often requires the stripping of female sexuality, yet in many industries of entertainment sensuality must be upheld. The censorship of media outlets for sexual themes is selective for benefit of large producers and revenue influencers, only selling the self to a greater power of **conglomerates** provides social acceptance of provocative work in mass media. Relinquishing autonomy of one's image binds the self to the treatment of one's body and persona as commodities, subject to the desires of an external force that profits from vulnerability.

There is distinguished conflict between pleasure and the necessity of submission. This tension creates a profound disconnect between personal authenticity and the constructed identity required for public consumption. The speaker offers themselves—body, labor, and the depths of the soul— ultimately seeking a deeper form of fulfillment, one that transcends the empty promises of fame and material success.

The piece displays glorified transfiguration into a form of utilization and purpose, symbolizing the release of modesty, much like the strike of a hammer, the tightening of a screw, or the hard purity of steel—each embodying the idealization of self-satisfaction."

As the speaker rests in prayer, she makes her plea of surrender.

A violent egotistical yielding up to social conformity in expression.

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_Lyrics_

Tell me

How do you want me

Master

Spell caster

Point me

In a direction

Afflict your pain

On my missed conception

Cut into me

Arrange the order I must be

To give me

Satisfaction in my need

Take me

Under control

I'll give you labor

I'll give you deepness of my soul

Give me power

Give me light I can control

Tell me

How you want me to take mold

I offer you the deepness of my

soul

I want more than just your gold

  
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Produced by TAN/A + ZDÂM

DEEPNESS OF MY SOUL

> www.tanna.info/all-i-want-is-vulgarity

**ALL I WANT IS VULGARITY**

**‍_The Alluring Torment of Excess_**

ALL I WANT IS echoes as a desperate plea for fulfillment that material wealth cannot provide. Endless travel, women, and riches serve mute satisfaction in selling of one's self. Heavy armor and artillery are not just symbols of power but a life besieged by paranoia and the need for a protective impenetrable shield of wealth against perceived threats.-octane parties and fleeting pleasures fill an emotional void with indistinguishable sensory overload. Presented as an unyielding sense of invincibility, an "undead living" life that, while rich in material, is devoid of true vitality and meaning. Dreams of hover cars and a blindingly bright future underscore a deep-seated insecurity masking out any vision other than their own in opulence. The imagery of driving drones over water and living isolated yet among ‘bitches’ experiencing solitude without loneliness, while accentuating a life of shallow and superficial connections.

A twisted sense of pleasure derived from others' pain paint a disturbing picture of a person who seeks power and control at any cost. Boasting where empathy and restraint have no place."All I Want Is Vulgarity" is more than a song about wealth and indulgence; it's a cautionary tale about the torment that lies beneath a life of excess.

The relentless pursuit of pleasure leads not to happiness but to an ever-deepening sense of emptiness.

The video opens in a steam room, where three ethereal, angelic women mist each other down. As the chorus crescendos, the women become entangled, hunched over using each other for support in a soft yet tense struggle.

They are in an interdependent balance that sustains them. Should one pull to release their grip to stand upright, the others would plummet onto them, collapsing in a heap.

This visual tableau speaks to their inner turmoil and ceaseless quest for fulfillment in push and pull between desire and discontent.

The women are shown carelessly wasting massive amounts of powders, earth's resources, playing as if they have no value.

They disregard anything meaningful with joy, an altered desensitization pointing to the hedonic treadmill of a lavish lifestyle.

The women's overly large, distorted eyes show their disproportionate view of reality.

The women are depicted hanging like bags from a pole, swaying as if the wind is heavier than their very essence.

This imagery evokes a sense of lifelessness and fragility, illustrating how the pursuit of pleasure

has stripped them of their vitality and

substance.

  
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lyrics

_All I want is_

_Travel travel C 2 sea_

_Lotta women lotta G's_

_Heavy armor artillery_

_Lavish living luxury_

_Give me money_

_give me space_

_Gotta have a lotta taste_

_Hover cars_

_Fast pace_

_All I want is_

_Shade glasses, blinded by the future bitch_

_I can see it really rich_

_Less of you, more of this_

_What time is it?_

_Time for you to get a grip_

_After party pretty lit_

_Sun rise_

_We skinny dip_

_No complaints_

_I am an undead living_

_If you wanna step to me_

_You’re asking for a vasectomy_

_All I want is_

_TwotTWO yachts One on the other_

_Drop the crane for the summer_

_Skip the traffic_

_helicopter_

_Don’t forget_

_I give to the needy_

_A mil each to the sea, the forest, and your family_

_All I want is_

**_Ppp_**_pussy money power_

_I ain’t inventing a science here_

_I’m strictly counting the hours_

_If you’re like me?_

_You devour_

_Take what you need_

_Bathe in the showers_

_Empathy?_

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_It’s what you need for me_

_After I take your girl and hear you lied_

_she’s no freak_

_All I want is_

_Travel travel sea to sea_

_Lotta women lots of gs_

_Heavy armor artillery_

_Lavish living luxury_

_Give me money_

_give me space_

_Gotta have a lota taste_

_Hover cars_

_Fast pace_

_All I want is_

_Driving my drone over the water Don’t ring up my phone without your_

_mama_

_Don’t come to my home in the Bahamas_

_Leave me alone with my bitches_

_Leave me the whole brick_

_flashy like new whip_

_Still underground Boring Touring_

_All across the Atlantic_

_Baby won’t you land it On my tip_

_I’ll buy it_

_Yes I’ll you let you drive it_

_Kiss me like deny_ _dick_

_Drink it like water_

_Fight me like your daughter_

_Whip it then applaud her_

_Black and blue_

_I Iced him_

_Cashing in my bloody sweat_

_Tasting your tears_

_makes me_

_wet_

_Wet_

_Wet_

_Wet_

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