Serenity Now is Echoes of the Rain’s modern diary of life online—dance-punk pulse, synth-pop shine, and razor-sharp, observant lyrics. Burnout mornings, curated personas, algorithm whispers, endless calls that should’ve been emails—each track plays like an episode. It all lands on the cinematic closer “Serenity Now”: fake calm, honest fatigue, and a wink. For fans of punchy rhythms, clean guitars, 80s-scented synths, and hooks you can shout back.

Peak Conversation

I'm a rose in the concrete
Fighting for the light
Trying to bloom where I was planted
Even when it don't feel right
They say I need more than this
But this is all I've ever known
So I keep reaching through the cracks
Learning how to grow on my own
How to grow on my own


A raw confession about trying to grow and become something when you started with nothing. About fighting to bloom where you were planted, even when the environment wasn't built for you.

Concrete Rose

Always Crawling Back.mp3

Где бы ни был я

Adrift

Flow

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Lost in the Light


Busy old sun, breaking through my blinds
Why do you insist on waking us this time?
Do lovers have to live by your command?
Must we rise and fall by your hand?

Go bother schoolkids dragging to their desks
Go wake the workers grinding through their shifts
Go tell the bosses that the day begins
But leave us here in darkness skin on skin

Love doesn't answer to the clock
Love doesn't care about your time
We make our own hours within these bounds
So busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun…
Busy old sun…

You predictable fool with your reliable rise
Your punctual arc across the skies
We don't need your light to know what's real
We' make our own heat the better to feel

So go chase the farmers to their fields
Go hurry merchants through their deals
Go rule the world that lives by your design
But you've got no power in this space of mine

Love doesn't answer to the clock
Love doesn't care about your time
We make our own hours within these bounds
So busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun…
Busy old sun

Busy Old Sun

Early morning  (3)

System breached, now I ride in a code dream
R-G-H soul, in a Bentley with no seams
They tried to ban me — can’t ban what’s free
Jailbroke my brain, now I run these streets

Yeah…

⸻


Watch me glitch in, blacked-out Bentley slide
R-G-H runnin’ while she chillin’ on the side
No disc — just data, I boot and fly
Took your girl in a lobby, told her “ride or die”

She love the mods, call me dev-type heavy
She crash on me like a soft-tuned Chevy
Pop one beam, now the dash go hazy
She ride like G-T-A, actin’ crazy

Stackin’ hearts like I steal these codes
Told the feds “I’m good” — then I switched those modes
Menu open, soul unloads
Ops on the net? I stay in stealth mode

J-Tag flow in my veins, no brakes
Slide low in a car with no plates
Money in crypto, thoughts on chase
Sent a ping — now your man’s in space

⸻

I’m a glitch god, black mask, no name
In a modded world where I bend the game
Your girl in my lap while I hex this flame
We don’t play fair — we corrupt the frame

Glitch god, no cap, just claws
Break the code while I bend these laws
Fast life, fast cash, no pause
I rewrite fate with my middle fingers crossed

⸻


Bentley tints, black-on-black like stealth
Whole dash speak like it got A.I. health
Voice commands, she respond with stealth
Laid back chillin’ in designer belts

I drop lines like I’m writin’ code
She love the loop, call it full control
We don’t fake love, we rewrite soul
She call me “boss man in the console”

Fast whip got no VIN, no logs
Slide through fog like I dodge them bots
Exes postin’, leakin’ thoughts
But I stay ghosted — delete that plot

Police on tail, I mute the chase
Auto-drive on, I dream in space
Labels beggin’ for glitchwave bass
Drop one line, and it melt they face

⸻

I’m a glitch god, black mask, no name
In a modded world where I bend the game
Your girl in my lap while I hex this flame
We don’t play fair — we corrupt the frame

Glitch god, no cap, just claws
Break the code while I bend these laws
Fast life, fast cash, no pause
I rewrite fate with my middle fingers crossed

⸻


Banned from Live, but I still log in
Caught your girl slippin’ in a blackout skin
Life ain’t fair? Then I made mine win
Modded soul, and the game begins

⸻

No rules. No save point. No trace.
I don’t play games — I rewrite base.
Glitch god out — let the system freeze.
She moanin’ my tag while the console breathes.

Flow

Audiffred

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