Hybrid Collapse – Stateliness (Official Music Video)
Stateliness follows a hushed wedding where an immaculate officer claims a veiled bride bound by invisible cuffs. The ritual exposes biopower at work: state‑forged vows fuse sexuality, motherhood and militarism into a single engine of obedience. Lace masks iron, tenderness feeds conscription, and love is audited like a military debt. Beneath the solemn pageantry echo census forms, draft orders and algorithmic eugenics. A cinematic hymn to eternal femininity — reverent, unsettling, unmistakably political.
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The album Hybrid Collapse – "Biopolitics" is available on all platforms.
Hybrid Collapse is a creative experiment where AI Music and AI Video come together to shape a unique artistic vision. This project explores the intersection of technology and human expression, proving that AI can be more than just a tool—it can be a true collaborator in Art. It’s not about automation, but about pushing the boundaries of what’s possible in digital creativity.
Lyrics:
The state invaded our bed
In this land and all these lands
The state sought and found and conquered
And it fell on all the beds
And dirtied all the sheets
Today no one can create joy
Without pleasure paying taxes to pain
Without pleasure renting pain
Without joy under arrest in hairs where wrinkles roam
Age with its feet and crowned with hoofs
Under nails where nails now hurt when they approach
In this new land of the flesh
Where the starting line begins at the foot of the end
Where there is no land in the land
I am trying to grow flowerless
Trying to touch earthless
Trying to hold
Shipless
Trying to conceive barren
Dash out rays from hands to rupture
Creation to divide lust
To censor love
To inspect debts
Oh
Melt in fear beside me
While thinking and weeping
Hearts breaking next to me
And and and and
In the partition of the underwater
Where trunks grow into anchors
Arteries pulse ink
And high are reached the antekongs
As ants and roaches grow ever more mongered
Our coiling leaves us root