MIX: SYRYUS
MASTER: tove
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS + k33psnak3 

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

The Perils of the One

Collaborative 5-track EP 'Solar Worship.' Standard release: April 20, 2025.
prod + mix + master by Ali of Hope Gang www.instagram.com/swarmachine/
cover by Babette Emery @gut333r
https://www.ninaprotocol.com/releases/kill-travis-ali-solar-worship

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Solar Worship

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Testers (PROD. SYRYUS)

Mad Dog Morgan FEAT. SAV182 (PROD. SYRYUS)

Gold & Green (PROD. SYRYUS)

Scuttle (PROD. SYRYUS)

Secret Chief (PROD. SYRYUS)

IGTV clip: https://www.instagram.com/p/CRtPysngAU0/
available on YT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJB9itI6LfA&ab_channel=KILLTRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Bushman One-Take (PROD. SYRYUS) IGTV VIDEO OUT NOW

Incidents In The Residential (PROD. SYRYUS)

White T FEAT. DAYZEYA (PROD. SYRYUS)

No Flockin RMX FEAT. SAV182 [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE] (BONUS TRACK)

MIX/MASTER: BEAMAH
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

GreyMen FEAT. SAV182 (PROD. SAV182)

MV: https://youtu.be/hyAx1Y3GBL8
BURZUM sampled. i have always condemned and will always condemn white supremacy in any and all of its forms.
MIX/MASTER: SAV182
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Greenssspines And Ash Phalt - MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW (PROD. SAV182)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Avoided Her Mother (PROD. SAV182)

Music video: https://youtu.be/63gClda-xOU
MIX/MASTER: SAV182
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Leave a couple pulls in every spliff for my ancestors
And one each, it's my brother's and my sister's
No one else gives libation sacrifice any more, I'll go the distance
I can tell they want more, but they get what they're given
In the club, big bags full of kit-kat-kitten
Smoking in the park, feel my face straight switching
Third person view, doesn't feel like I'm winning
Ever felt lifetimes go by, then you're right back where you're sitting
Killing off of zip raw, STI Levorg
Gilbert Road milk-bar, hypnos, shouts out to Maundz
In unbalanced times and the clan's clutching on swords
I remember studying the grass under paperbarks
Tryna ignore flak copped in the yard
And now, no one says anything with heart
'Cause they can see I'm looking to start
And it gets hard, especially when they know what you're holding
My mates well above the pay-grade, any dramas we're solving
I'm documenting this wasteland, looking like a skinny Judge Holden
Mount Evelyn myth, yeah, he came in out the cold man
Remember meeting that bloke years ago when I was riding the old trams
Stayed with me, saw the jacks drop him on his head
With his pockets full of nuts and bolts and
Brown gold sand, falling down the face as I climb across the bluff
Pedos can get popped through the throat with the litterbugs, bra

On a date with fate and I need a condom
Pad myself against misfortune, put some cotton on
You're stupid if you think we'll progress past wanting what others got
Like the bird thinks I wanna steal its moth
That's why we all plot against plots
Explains the way I stay dodging cops
Tipping his bottle up
Sipping hand sanitizer, outside the bottle-shop
Rough faces, this stubble doesn't come off
I've said it was over, but I just flicked another couple bottles off
Mazel tov, dog
Couldn't handle a day from my POV
I had a wish, then it was
Sav tries to show me it was the gods
I'm undiluted, like shining-moon shots
Judge Holden archon, no man of the cloth
I was dreaming of Gaul while you kids pissed your cots
Like lad, on you trot
I'm the engineer, you're just a cog

Skinny Judge Holden - MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC (PROD. SAV182)

MIX/MASTER: SAV182
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

GALE FEAT. SAV182 (PROD. SAV182) [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE]

shoutout MAREK DAVID
MIX/MASTER: BEAMAH
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

You coming across brash, I'm a barracuda at the drop off
Don't hand me sweaty cash lad, why's the dosh hot
Lips locked but I get about as a judgey cunt
So careful what you spout like a budgie bra
Used to send soaked paper in the post
Now it's ancient symbols on consignment
Me and MD, we're self aggrandising
Go get some leads, you might catch a sighting
He's shifting nearer through the tundra, white sea
Or could find yourself staggering out from under gum trees
Wish and hoping it was all delirious dreams

Watch where you goin, hungry clay of the dry-out creek
Sucks at feet same as giant leech
Or get gulped by the thaw slush melt
End up in a museum like a boar tusk helm
I got lots more to tell, come dive, need no mask or bell
Through complots we'll delve
So many white Os dacked and dealt
I granted myself a championsniff belt
I'm feeding on fungi while fungi feed on you
So what's that make you cuzzy? Some ring-worm food
Blow fly insect fuck in your piss-take skin suit

Like throwing petrol off the roof
Fire unleashed cleans, I'm living proof
My five eights, chinas, mates, my droogs
We're dug in deep like a fort or roots
I've got a black lake in my eye
Don't look too deep, might start to cry
I've got a black lake in my eye
Don't look too deep might start to cry

Everyone already knows 'bout my belt
Exile celt in Aussie panther pelt
Might be archaic but this glaive is still apotropaic
Get skewered, dragged upon the dais by chanting magus
On exchange speaking Gaelic
Tells a tale but you don't really want him to say it
Staffs, sickles and silvery bushland
Druids out at Anglesea making a stand
I eat raw lorikeets in the sand
Your meat all comes out a can
Embezzling gnosis of the local region
One on every continent, hebdomads thieving
Ineffable like Leviathan rhombus
Measure my skull, muse bout its contents
More ominous than a long text
I arrive in the night, gnashing with bong breath

Boar Tusk Helm (PROD. BEAMAH)

Music video: https://youtu.be/8yepcXXNPeo
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Seeker on expedition across the realm
Far from the home of gum trees and yabby shells
Elixir and powder, not only for oneself
Many years to come near to complete the spell
Take a pick to gargantuous tumulus
Kurgan must hold the most rare of grave goods
Intoxicating skull of Basileus
Imbued with Nikephoros' rage, make drink hiss
Goblet that's posthumous, break into a cavity
Crypt that's opulent, the traveller all raggedy
Followed the document, tryna affect him massively
Crafted in a rotten tent, treasure from casualty

Pick strikes stone, doom in its peal
Once again the tomb is open, broke its seal
Break and enter, see what's revealed
Handles of silver, blades of Damascus steel
Steppeman's helm atop a carved bust
Plate Bulgar shield, only seen one such
Among crown jewels sits Krum's cup
Vessel of the Khan, a prize of dumb luck
Potion first to enter the argent-rimmed skull
Then powders stirred in, bubbles form as it mulls
Mix coming to a fierce boil 'fore it dulls
Cup upheld, myriad thoughts intrude the lull

Fumes hit 'fore lips touch the cranium
In an instant, overcome with a mania
Despite mind become legion, a sip remains salient
Did he mistake what makes up Arcadia?
His self falling away into byzantine fractals
Then broke and sequestered in tesseract-shaped castles
Kept behind walls all sculpt from time, not basalt
Held forevermore and from the start, irrational
That hollow flesh shell left to dwell in king's rathole
Self given to Tengri, another stitch in the Sky Saddle
Beamed out through the jewel held where once lay the Emperor's eyeball
The promised cup, frightful


This song refers to the aftermath of the Battle of Pliska, Bulgaria in the year 811. The Eastern Roman Emperor Nikephoros I, of Ghassanid Arab ethnicity and following Eastern Orthodox Christianity, was ambushed and killed alongside his army while his son was paralysed by blow to the neck. The victor, Khan of the Bulgars, Krum who presumably still practiced steppe religion (labelled Tengrism in later periods, worshipping the sky god Tengri, a personification of the universe) turned Nikephoros' skull into a silver-coated cup that became part of the Bulgarian crown jewels before being lost to time.

Khan's Cup - MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS

Thinking "who's me" over a big hemp wrap missile
Mosquito buzz, me and Lucy concoct the riddles
My eyes eat the UV and watch the cranes swivel
Chaos in the two seat, grey matter in my spittle
Middle-manning, feel like a Parthian on the Silk Road
Those 448 gram loads of go
Brought ackstays of shnashcay
So even now, those that are low try to blow up my phone
And I don't even like the feeling when I'm stoned
Just makes me think how Johnny's never coming home
A cunt out at functions, I wanna go home
But the lasses want nangs to songs that're my own
They like to hear my voice wobble and go melty
Greek chicks tranced, huffing gas, oracles at Delphi
Stop sooking lad, she's not your Dr. Melfi
Meanwhile, Mr. Travis always been stealthy
Practiced by sneaking 'round to sell things
You're the type to run around and tell things
Get me on a stage, I'm bound to shell 'til the bell rings
You don't wanna know what I'm propelling

Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign
Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign

What kind of gronk do you have to be
If your dream job is to be a part of the police
Ima make these aggotfays get on their knees
Yung Queen of Brisganistan Sidney P
I sold a lotta records and a lot of people know me
I'm a young trans legend like I'm Sophie
Blow me cunt, where's my goddamn trophy
I just won 300 bucks on da pokies

Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign
Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Skin Like Stone feat. Sidney Phillips (PROD. Kenopro79)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: Oscar Sallas

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

got too many yellow notes cant play more spotto
neat n organised in my grotto
two hundred n eighty dot Os
when it all ends ill be on a bike with a spike 
fuck a roscoe

what you know bout being clandestine? clando
caravan djinn, making sand flow
better hope that banned load of sandstone lands bro
if not then no comment mando

lads who make cans flow and plants grow
seen the lights and ran those
in hand a falx, not a rambo
swear to god look like you came out a can

run it up all you like 
you not got it right
if you cant tell when not to bite
on site at the event with the vyv and im blind
pine and lime, calling mine in a bind

doing banned jump kicks in a slam pit 
drinks spilt, blood noses b4 i land it
butting like a ram, sick head dancing
youre a fan bitch ill introduce you to real bandits

Clandestine [CLANDO] (PROD. SYRYUS)

https://youtu.be/uvRDytqupFI
MIX: SYRYUS
MASTER: tove
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS + k33psnak3 + bygone angel

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Collar feat. lil ket - MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX: SYRYUS
MASTER: tove
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS + k33psnak3 + 2oo2

their love for me is like Didos
they made the oxhide fief my own
they watch at my left hand on the feasts throne
while you come to offer up your cheap show
torn garments foul melon headed wretch
scorned by the sow from whose teat you fed
gored by her filthy tusks you fled bled and beg
now scrounge crusts from around my guests legs
boy you were lucky you ever were kept
already i tire of your undulating neck
and voicebox full of lame but overactive threads
yet you are uncouth enough to make a threat
already having taken coin, service is a debt
a deal was set and spite protest your end was not met
a lack of convicton, it seems clear that itd always head towards a wreck

linen thorax pon my breast
lycian greave on leading leg
and just as your defenses shed
feel the flying head embed

this is the end you cant get no revenge
struck down with a blade from neck to leg

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

End (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX: SYRYUS
MASTER: tove
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS + k33psnak3 + 2oo2

blue lipped mentation
waiting impatient
curved blade like a dacian
cradled at the station
all my days in creation
no hesitation
no hesitation

in hp with a hp 
daydream in a taxi
run me your cash please
taxi in a daydream
at the point keep feeling like whats left to appease
just another weed weekend
drawn out for its length
bet on regret and crib left unkempt
a home to a den
and without you there i wonder what the fuck it all meant

i dance nah i dont dance
see me out tommy on my arse
i can laugh n deny im a mark 
yeah i tried to stay sharp
didnt stop my damn heart getting plucked like a harp
hakk these shox to dust 
sweat flaking like rust 
what you faking for cuz?
come hold my hand at the cusp
cusp of something great but great doesn't mean good
we left when the cave shook 
they were in the bath and i couldnt even look
now i dont know if what shouldve been could
i wanted to blast it, my mouth was sealed like a carton
this is what it took for my feelings to sharpen

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Sharpen (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX: SYRYUS
MASTER: tove
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS + k33psnak3 + 2oo2

walking round with spikes that’re way too long
lads that’ll wanna check where you’re from
that’s postcodes don’t say the wrong one
or it’s affray, knocked underneath the throng
aspen bottles n blister sheets in her handbag
i’ve been handing out bad cash
pumping jobs for one her sand and two her scag
if their friends owe then they’re getting sold bash
that’s not M in those caps
spindly and pale gaunt and trav
since i was young seen the tracks and rash
then the pipe came and put ants in those scabs 
broke down poppies all the way from iran
hume highway in the A U sedan
took a trip cars waiting soon as i land 

i owe my lifestyle to sandwich bags
doing graft made me a man

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Spindle (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX: SYRYUS
MASTER: tove
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS + k33psnak3 + 2oo2

i still see your face in the fumes
taking my place among fungal bloom
as a man im still grey now just tinged blue
its still eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth true
in this tomb theres gas leaks and rot
come leak gas and rot watching the box
feel famous after a couple shots
drift off, we're in the crib like a cot
black top black hair remember i was sat there
fuck life im not naive dont think thats its fair
but i thought that we could at least share
the cat stared at our red heart blue brain and black hair
you know where im at if you need
huntsman creeping im asked to kill it please
meanwhile your neck smells like a millipede
your loves got me so ill at ease

and my baby's so vain
that she's almost a mirror
 the sound of her name
sends a permanent shiver 
down my spine
down my spine
and my baby's insane
hes almost been a killer
 the sound of his name 
sends a permanent shiver
down my spine 
down my spine

she say she love me whatever that mean
first ep grey the next tape was green 
back then i had it bursting at the seams
since dreams came back ive lost it all it seems 
with tusi on the beach squirming in pitch black
will i ever find a mismatch or am i too kickback
lost in the present lost those i would bring back
forget the fire in my arms im left with a singed lap
one more time sing that dark tune
its no longer something i do
breathing fumes picture the face of you 
when im in the frame for you dont forget the blue

and my baby's so vain
that she's almost a mirror
 the sound of her name
sends a permanent shiver 
down my spine
down my spine
and my baby's insane
hes almost been a killer
 the sound of his name 
sends a permanent shiver
down my spine 
down my spine

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Shivers (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX: SYRYUS
MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS + k33psnak3 + 2oo2

LIGHTS ARR BLINDING MY EYES
tonight there's a fair few lads on the line
PEOPLE PUSHING BY AND QALKING OFF INTO THE NIGHT

shox i paid cash to make them mine
im tryna show out with some spine
but im calling them im there on the dot
rocked up just me and lock on trot
to roll with the gabber and hakk on drops
lock get through with a ticket how long ya think im waiting for
 let me in the roller door
with the braids i wanted them they wanted more
i see their eyes and

LIGHTS ARR BLINDING MY EYES
one room its like a barn cages and hype
PEOPLE PUSHING BY AND QALKING OFF INTO THE NIGHT
and not an eye was dry
LIGHTS ARR BLINDING MY EYES
left them behind went to the main room to try and
PEOPLE PUSHING BY AND QALKING OFF INTO THE NIGHT

the kicks lumping lock muzzin so i jump in
apcays and head height snap Kays pumping
with the 160 uncing leaping n convulsing
bass pulsing and reversing dancing with our heels turning 
and the colours are shocking like opened curtains
im hurting from all the wrong ive done its a grey burden
this heat is wild

LIGHTS ARR BLINDING MY EYES
i miss them but we both got out with our lives
PEOPLE PUSHING BY AND QALKING OFF INTO THE NIGHT
we were each others tribe
LIGHTS ARR BLINDING MY EYES
remembering all the time
now we're just
PEOPLE PUSHING BY AND QALKING OFF INTO THE NIGHT

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Blinded By The Lights RMX [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE] (BONUS TRACK)

https://youtu.be/WyS3I2qieBY?si=Q5PCEQpi4dhV84gz

first single from the 5-track EP 'Solar Worship.' Dropping April 20, 2025.
prod Ali https://www.instagram.com/swarmachine/
cover + video by k33psnak3 https://k33psnak3.com/

scrawl a page, and its empty
when i awake, feeling empty
call a mate n we're both empty
running fatigue like i got hep C
frothy black bile and pepsi
half a vessel drained til its empty
scrawl a page and its still empty
when i awake, feeling empty

coax me, milk, honey, and carressing
tempt me with fruit, flesh, and meat
sense deceit then onto the next thing
squat rent free coz my minds gone empty
head blank couldnt tell you how i find that
volume in my backpack, full of whats mine, lad
tried trap, clocked that
they spend reup then try climb back

tryna write, it feels like struggling to piss
dry age steak on my plate, stomachs a pit
try bridge up get cut into bits
see me stepping they start running a bit
my void theyre blushing frm it
and blood run through all their lips
might skip through it to bliss
need to feel something to live

scrawl a page and its empty
when i awake, feeling empty
call a mate n we're both empty
running fatigue like i got hep C
frothy black bile and pepsi
half a vessel drained til its empty
scrawl a page and its still empty
when i awake, feeling empty

when that bass kicks my mind goes empty
gabber got me turning quicker than a wrx
hakk like an athlete, off the desk seat
feel the sweat flick n run in my eyes til i cant see


DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Empty (MUSIC VIDEO LINK IN DESC) #solarworship

Panting Prayer

Collaborative 5-track EP 'Solar Worship.' Standard release: April 20, 2025.
prod + mix + master by Ali of Hope Gang www.instagram.com/swarmachine/
cover by Babette Emery @gut333r
https://www.ninaprotocol.com/releases/kill-travis-ali-solar-worship

water from the billabong
this is not kratom
sediment sipping strong
what i been on 
leaves and the dirt
treatment it serves 
to ease up the hurt
roads steep and it curves 
exciting their curves 
temple or a church
smooth and firm 
they know im out in the field for feed and i burn 
no sunscreen when we lurk
in a calm bay make it churn

alright alright its alright
hold tight so tight til sunlight
alright alright im alright
hold tight so tight til its alright 

we'll be sweet just sit through the dim
spikes on my chin with pins on limbs
shake and trim cannabutter grin
running out the dark bush with marks on our shins 
summer already running thin autumn calls
in a thrall but fuck it i ball
kicking in doors on cam blacklight and a shawl
you running small im a strider like aragorn 
bullion n deposits til its all gone
my blossom got stainless steel thorns
you say that youre sorting it all 
dont believe what you talk, i say nyorn

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Water From The Billabong

Collaborative 5-track EP 'Solar Worship.' Standard release: April 20, 2025.
prod + mix + master by Ali of Hope Gang www.instagram.com/swarmachine/
cover by Babette Emery @gut333r
https://www.ninaprotocol.com/releases/kill-travis-ali-solar-worship

smoking a grade in the calais
baby spin it and twist it like this the ballet
give a fuck what these cats says
cos i dont want daps i want ashcay

trap cash for dimsims what you think pays for the borek
kets dry in a zip same as me in the goretex
youre building more debt
and expect not to get squeezed threats like a corset
talking trains when i bore it make you red like james
but you look like gordon
met with resistance then i just force it in
past the bag check but i brought a sword in
so tell me now
whats important
slicing ankles limbs shortened
get extorted more than you owe then youre still walking
or ambos set up a cordon
rushed to trauma cos i cant find my quarter to give
peaking but i dont trip
wheelchair rolls i never heard of a limp
*chopping bout tick

he really thought shit was sweet go visit him
 say it aint that deep but it is
keep it up might leak like a sieve treat me like im dim 
no wokkz ill reach for the ching
undle folder pumping esh glow like a torch
tulpa my avatar start to appear in thoughts
buying gold from a boulder 
tick on my shorts number on my shoulder

never thought id be this way when im older

thought id be more sunsmart
spreadin cancer like love marks
blazing light where the fun start
and super heated dust parts
our blisters start to crust up
we the cattle at the muster
are you sunsmart do you trust us
does it speak to you
does it buzz
does it seem to ring true 
even though its not come to accuse
beaming crust life springs forth witness the view

we share in many kinds of blue 
its a friend to me and to you
gracious in its constant loop its our truth coronal loops, plasma shoots


DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

SunSmart

https://youtu.be/N9TIp7ghvbs?si=uG4l_TTbx4BdDy9D
Collaborative 5-track EP 'Solar Worship.' Standard release: April 20, 2025.
prod + mix + master by Ali of Hope Gang www.instagram.com/swarmachine/
cover by Babette Emery @gut333r
https://www.ninaprotocol.com/releases/kill-travis-ali-solar-worship

got my 95s on in the muddy creek
wind in the branches you can hear the whole gully creak
we could turn it into something cheap
but wouldnt put a price on love it seems
both beautiful and both beast
can you come with me to the show please
smoke droe we get no dreams
no sleep i dont wanna blink til they show me

i got them ill be like whats the problem
ratty with my metal teeth i know they froth it
was a liar now i keep it honest
difference between that n what you do cos youd dog it
got them ill be like whats the problem
ratty with my metal teeth i know they froth it
was a liar now i keep it honest
difference between that and when you dog it


DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Ratty (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC)

https://youtu.be/WyS3I2qieBY?si=Q5PCEQpi4dhV84gz
Collaborative 5-track EP 'Solar Worship.' Standard release: April 20, 2025.
prod + mix + master by Ali of Hope Gang www.instagram.com/swarmachine/
cover by Babette Emery @gut333r
https://www.ninaprotocol.com/releases/kill-travis-ali-solar-worship

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Empty (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC)

FAMINE X KILL TRAVIS - PAYOFF

PLAYBOY BUNNIES LAID OUT ON MY BEDSHEETS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

BAGFACE (PROD. SYRYUS)

more and more coming
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

WRAITH FEAT. FAMINE (PROD. SYRYUS)

blood in my pocket😈😈
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

IPTRAYS FEAT. ASTROMANE

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