Rewind the Rust Front Cover

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Rewind the Rust

ROIRO

Built a throne out of rust and regrets

Selling tickets to a show that I haven’t seen yet

I’m the doctor, the patient, and the medicine too

Mixing shadows in the dark just to paint a new you

Yeah, the silence is loud when you're screaming in ink

I’m standing on the edge, but I forgot how to blink

Spin the record back, tell me what you find

A beautiful mess, or a twisted mind?

This porcelain smile is a perfect disguise

I’m drowning in the truth, living comfortable lies

Turn the volume up until the world goes black

I’m scratching out the parts that I can't take back

The needle’s digging deep in the valley of the wax

Collecting all the grit from the memories I lack

I’m a ghost trapped in the magnetic tape

Searching for a signal, searching for escape

You say you want the real me?

Careful what you crave

I’m just a DJ playing records at my own grave

One for the money, two for the show

Three for the secrets that I’ll never let go!

I'M NOT LISTENING!

I'M NOT WHISPERING!

The friction is the only thing that makes me feel real!

This porcelain smile is a perfect disguise

I’m drowning in the truth, living comfortable lies

Turn the volume up until the world goes black

I’m scratching out the parts that I can't take back

Just a skip in the track

Just a crack in the clay

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    ROIRO

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    ROIRO

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    ROIRO

  • Mixing Engineer

    ROIRO

  • Mastering Engineer

    ROIRO

  • Guitar

    ROIRO

  • Bass Guitar

    ROIRO

  • Drums

    ROIRO

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BREAKING THE CAGE OF SELF-CONTRADICTION. THE UP-AND-COMING MIXTURE SOUND: "REWIND THE RUST."

"REWIND THE RUST" IS A STRIKING RELEASE THAT BLENDS HEAVY GUITAR RIFFS REMINISCENT OF THE 2000S NU-METAL SCENE WITH MODERN, EDGE-DRIVEN SCRATCHING.

THIS TRACK IS BOTH INTROSPECTIVE AND AGGRESSIVE, DEPICTING THE FRICTION BETWEEN A FLAWLESS FACADE AND A CRUMBLING INNER SPIRIT THROUGH METAPHORS LIKE A "PORCELAIN SMILE" AND A "GHOST IN THE MAGNETIC TAPE." A CRY TO REWIND RUSTED REGRETS AND SCRATCH OUT ONE'S TRUE SELF, SHAKING THE VERY SOULS OF ITS LISTENERS.

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