Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 6 hours ago
OCD
Lyrics:
OCD has me checking
Every shadow, every corner, every second
Obsessive thoughts keep pressing
Contamination fears—yeah, they’re never-ending
Fear of germs, dirt, illness
My heartbeat’s glitching in the stillness
Doubt hits hard with the “what if” whispers
Like static crawling through my system
“Did I lock the door?”
It echoes in my mind like a broken record
I’m pacing floors
Looping the cycle like I can’t ignore
Checking—
Rechecking locks, appliances, doors
I’m caught in the loops, in the circuits and chords
Re-reading every message, hunted by the score
And I can’t break free anymore
Cleaning—
Excessive handwashing till my skin feels thin
Trying to keep the chaos from crawling in
But every thought pulls me right back in
OCD…
Yeah, it ruined me
My mind’s a warning siren
Flashing red, won’t stop firing
I try to breathe but the fear keeps tightening
A maze of triggers, rewired lightning
I scrub the same spot over
The ritual never feels over
Counting beats in a cold white room
Trying to outrun the doom that blooms
“Did I lock the door?”
The voice won’t let me be anymore
It scratches at the core
Pulling me back to the same old war
Checking—
Rechecking locks, appliances, doors
Caught in the loops, in the circuits and chords
Re-reading every message, hunted by the score
And I can’t break free anymore
Cleaning—
Excessive handwashing till my skin feels thin
Trying to keep the chaos from crawling in
But every thought pulls me right back in
OCD…
Yeah, it ruined me
Glitches in my brainwave
Static in my blood
Compulsion like a steel cage
Dragging me through the mud
Over and over
Replay the scene
Trapped in the echo
Of a mind that won’t come clean
Checking—
Rechecking locks, appliances, doors
Caught in the loops, in the circuits and chords
Re-reading every message, hunted by the score
And I can’t break free anymore
Cleaning—
Excessive handwashing till the world fades thin
Trying to keep the chaos from crawling in
But every thought pulls me right back in
OCD…
Yeah, it ruined me
About the artist:
Chandler Park is a rising force from Detroit, in the techno-industrial underground — a project built on cold synth textures, distorted basslines, and sharp, mechanical rhythms that hit like steel on concrete. Blending electronic energy with glitch aesthetics and cinematic atmosphere, Chandler Park creates music that feels like a walk through a chrome labyrinth: hypnotic, anxious, massive, and unforgettable.
The sound is driven by heavy four-on-the-floor kicks, razor-edged synths, industrial noise, and vocals that cut through the mix with raw emotion and machine-like clarity. Themes of mental struggle, digital isolation, paranoia, obsession, and modern chaos run through the tracks, giving every song a deep emotional core beneath the metallic surface.
Chandler Park pulls influence from techno, industrial, EBM, mechanical trance, and darkwave — but the result is its own hybrid: futuristic, glitch scarred, and heavy with atmosphere. Whether it’s a pounding club track or a slow-burning electronic journey, Chandler Park’s music is built to pull you into its cold, electrified world and never let go.
Perfect for fans of: techno, industrial, dystopian synth aesthetics, techno music, cinematic cyber soundscapes.
OCD
Lyrics:
OCD has me checking
Every shadow, every corner, every second
Obsessive thoughts keep pressing
Contamination fears—yeah, they’re never-ending
Fear of germs, dirt, illness
My heartbeat’s glitching in the stillness
Doubt hits hard with the “what if” whispers
Like static crawling through my system
“Did I lock the door?”
It echoes in my mind like a broken record
I’m pacing floors
Looping the cycle like I can’t ignore
Checking—
Rechecking locks, appliances, doors
I’m caught in the loops, in the circuits and chords
Re-reading every message, hunted by the score
And I can’t break free anymore
Cleaning—
Excessive handwashing till my skin feels thin
Trying to keep the chaos from crawling in
But every thought pulls me right back in
OCD…
Yeah, it ruined me
My mind’s a warning siren
Flashing red, won’t stop firing
I try to breathe but the fear keeps tightening
A maze of triggers, rewired lightning
I scrub the same spot over
The ritual never feels over
Counting beats in a cold white room
Trying to outrun the doom that blooms
“Did I lock the door?”
The voice won’t let me be anymore
It scratches at the core
Pulling me back to the same old war
Checking—
Rechecking locks, appliances, doors
Caught in the loops, in the circuits and chords
Re-reading every message, hunted by the score
And I can’t break free anymore
Cleaning—
Excessive handwashing till my skin feels thin
Trying to keep the chaos from crawling in
But every thought pulls me right back in
OCD…
Yeah, it ruined me
Glitches in my brainwave
Static in my blood
Compulsion like a steel cage
Dragging me through the mud
Over and over
Replay the scene
Trapped in the echo
Of a mind that won’t come clean
Checking—
Rechecking locks, appliances, doors
Caught in the loops, in the circuits and chords
Re-reading every message, hunted by the score
And I can’t break free anymore
Cleaning—
Excessive handwashing till the world fades thin
Trying to keep the chaos from crawling in
But every thought pulls me right back in
OCD…
Yeah, it ruined me
About the artist:
Chandler Park is a rising force from Detroit, in the techno-industrial underground — a project built on cold synth textures, distorted basslines, and sharp, mechanical rhythms that hit like steel on concrete. Blending electronic energy with glitch aesthetics and cinematic atmosphere, Chandler Park creates music that feels like a walk through a chrome labyrinth: hypnotic, anxious, massive, and unforgettable.
The sound is driven by heavy four-on-the-floor kicks, razor-edged synths, industrial noise, and vocals that cut through the mix with raw emotion and machine-like clarity. Themes of mental struggle, digital isolation, paranoia, obsession, and modern chaos run through the tracks, giving every song a deep emotional core beneath the metallic surface.
Chandler Park pulls influence from techno, industrial, EBM, mechanical trance, and darkwave — but the result is its own hybrid: futuristic, glitch scarred, and heavy with atmosphere. Whether it’s a pounding club track or a slow-burning electronic journey, Chandler Park’s music is built to pull you into its cold, electrified world and never let go.
Perfect for fans of: techno, industrial, dystopian synth aesthetics, techno music, cinematic cyber soundscapes.
