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Permafrost Personality
(Verse 1)
Another Tuesday, you're breathing on the glass
Another promise you swore was gonna last
Treating this love like a low-grade fever
Made myself a true believer
Swallowed every pill you gave me, white and blue
But the bug in your love letters, it just grew and grew
Modern cures don't work on this infection
Need a pre-historic correction
(Pre-Chorus)
So I bored a hole through thirty-thousand-year-old ice
Took a core sample of my own buried vice
I knew the risk, revived it on a plate
Decided I don't believe in fate
(Chorus)
Yeah, I pulled myself up from the permafrost
Don't you dare ask me about the cost
Injected a strain of an older design
This Evolva-Cillin heart is mine
You wanted a cure, well the cure is me
This permafrost personality
Now I don't get warm when you hold me tight
But I sleep through the goddamn night
(Verse 2)
I wore your silence like it was a winter coat
Fought your excuses till my own voice got remote
You say my eyes look like a frozen lake now
For God's sake, give my heart a break now
I don't react to all the traps you used to set
This version of me isn't your pet
You're testing the fences that I've resurrected
Just a new variable you hadn't projected
(Pre-Chorus)
I bored that hole through thirty-thousand-year-old ice
Uncorked a vintage of my coldest advice
I let the ancient thaw inside my veins
Rewrote the book on managing my pains
(Chorus)
Yeah, I pulled myself up from the permafrost
Don't you dare ask me about the cost
Injected a strain of an older design
This Evolva-Cillin heart is mine
You wanted a cure, well the cure is me
This permafrost personality
Now I don't get warm when you hold me tight
But I sleep through the goddamn night
(Bridge)
Did I sequence out the part of me that’s kind?
Did I kill the host to leave the ghost behind?
The cure is working, I don't feel a thing for you...
But now I don't feel a thing for me, too.
This ancient cold is so effective, so complete...
I engineered my own defeat.
(Outro)
My... Evolva-Cillin heart...
(distorted, slowing down) ...per-ma-frost... per-son-al-i-ty...
(Sound of cracking ice, then a single, clear beep like a medical monitor)
...
About The Song
"Permafrost Personality" uses a recent scientific breakthrough—reviving DNA from ancient microbes in 30,000-year-old permafrost to create antibiotics for modern superbugs—as a potent metaphor for surviving a toxic relationship. The song’s narrator is emotionally sick from a love that's resistant to all her normal coping mechanisms ("Modern cures don't work"). In an act of desperation and self-preservation, she deliberately revives a colder, harder, more detached version of herself from her own past—her "Permafrost Personality." This old self is the "Evolva-Cillin," a powerful but dangerous cure. It makes her immune to her partner's emotional games but at the cost of her own warmth and capacity to feel. The song explores the human theme of how we sometimes must become someone we thought we'd left behind in order to survive the present, and the frightening consequences of that self-inflicted transformation. It’s about building immunity at the risk of losing humanity.
Production Notes
Overall Vibe: Dark Pop meets Minimalist Industrial. Think Billie Eilish's "bury a friend" meets the cold atmospherics of a Trent Reznor score. The track should feel sterile, deep, and menacing.
Vocals: The performance is key. Use a close-mic technique (like a Neumann U47 or TLM 103) for an intimate, ASMR-like delivery in the verses. The preamp should be clean but pushed just enough to capture every breathy detail. In the chorus, layer the lead vocal with a slightly distorted harmony panned wide, and a lower octave whisper track buried underneath to add weight. The bridge vocal should sound vulnerable, almost like a confession into a void, with a heavy, hall-like reverb tail that gets cut off abruptly.
Instrumentation: A deep, seismic 808 sub-bass is the foundation, often playing a simple, syncopated rhythm that feels more like a pressure change than a melody. Percussion should be sparse and sharp—a processed rimshot like cracking ice, a tight hi-hat, and a muffled kick. A low, ominous synth pad (like an Arturia CS-80V) should wash underneath everything, creating a sense of cold, vast space. In the bridge, introduce a detuned, melancholic piano line.
Arrangement & Automation: The verses are minimal to emphasize the vocal intimacy. Build tension into the pre-chorus by high-passing the bass and adding a subtle, rising synth arp. The chorus should hit hard with the full sub-bass and layered vocals. Automate a subtle distortion on the main vocal during the second chorus to show the "personality" taking stronger hold. The outro should feature the vocals being processed through a granular synthesizer or bit-crusher, simulating disintegration, before everything cuts to the single monitor 'beep'.
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