Old demo to appear fresh while new content loads. No bass, bad mixing.  Fun song though. Promise. 

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by  @thenewofthetower  (YouTube)
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Official video: https://youtu.be/LEeGSA-PSQE

🌌 "Into the Unknown" 🌌

A mysterious journey through a cold mountain night, alone with your thoughts and the crackling fire. Suddenly, a blinding light and voices from another world invade your mind. Is it real, or is it just a twisted dream? 🤯💫  
The terror of the unknown creeps into your body, and before you know it, you wake up in an unfamiliar city, lost and shaken. What happened? Are you ready to discover the truth hidden in the dark? 🔦

This track takes you on a chilling ride through otherworldly realms, with haunting rhythms, deep basslines, and an eerie atmosphere that will keep you on the edge of your seat. 🌒🎶

🔊 Let the haunting melodies guide you through the unknown. Dare to embrace the mystery. 🚀🌌

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
A cold night in the mountain's embrace,  
The fire crackles, I stare at its face,  
Solitude whispers through the icy air,  
The silence deepens, yet I don't care.  
  
Pre-Chorus:  
The flames dance high, flicker and fade,  
A ghostly glow fills the shadowed shade,  
I sit alone, my thoughts take flight,  
But something's stirring in the dead of night.  
  
Chorus:  
A sudden light, a flash so bright,  
Pierces the dark, fills me with fright,  
Voices whisper, in my mind they speak,  
"It's time to leave, the time is weak."  
  
Verse 2:  
Their presence unknown, they float in space,  
Eyes glowing, no sign of a face,  
I freeze, the terror wraps me tight,  
I can't move, can't escape the night.  
  
Pre-Chorus:  
The flames flicker, the shadows grow tall,  
I feel their presence, I hear their call,  
The world spins fast, my body slows,  
I can't escape, where do I go?  
  
Chorus:  
A sudden light, a flash so bright,  
Pierces the dark, fills me with fright,  
Voices whisper, in my mind they speak,  
"It's time to leave, the time is weak."  
  
Bridge:  
My heart races, the terror is real,  
I can't remember how it feels,
One moment here, then gone in a blink,  
I try to run, but there's no time to think.  
  
Outro:  
I wake up, the city is strange,  
A place unknown, a world so deranged,  
Lost in the chaos, I cannot breathe,  
Was it a dream, or was it deceit?  
  
Chorus Repeat:  
A sudden light, a flash so bright,  
Pierces the dark, fills me with fright,  
Voices whisper, in my mind they speak,  
"It's time to leave, the time is weak."


Whispers in the Dark (Original Mix)

Heaven is a hospital room

Step up (new edit)

mexican sunset

Yeah, this song is basically me having a full mental breakdown, but, like, in a fun way. It’s that feeling when your brain is short-circuiting, reality’s lagging, and you’re just standing there like, “Yep, this is fine.” The lyrics are kinda unhinged on purpose—half existential crisis, half cartoon logic.

I wanted it to feel like a computer crashing, like beep boop, goodbye sanity. One second you’re holding it together, the next you’re talking to the walls and questioning existence. But instead of fixing anything, you just embrace the chaos and dance through the meltdown.


(Verse 1)  
Do you got a sec? I swear I’m fine,  
Ignore the static in my mind.  
The walls are talking—nah, it’s cool,  
Reality just bent the rules.  

(Pre-Chorus)  
I swear I’m normal, don’t freak out,  
I only scream when no one’s ‘round.  
(I swear I’m normal)  

(Chorus)  
Oh no, I’m losin’ control!  
Brain is melting, don’t you know?  
I swear it’s real—OR IS IT THOUGH?!  
Is it all just in my skull?!  

(Verse 2)  
I blink—AH! Back in the loop,  
I bounce around like crash test proof.  
Whoops—oh, wait, I love this place,  
Everything’s dumb, but it’s OK.  

(Bridge)  
Beep boop. Reboot. Brain.exe has crashed.  
Somebody smack me back to life…  

(Final Chorus)  
Oh no, I’m losin’ control!  
Brain is melting, don’t you know?  
I swear it’s real—OR IS IT THOUGH?!  
Is it all just in my skull?!

Brain.exe

Someone left a box on my doorstep
and in that box I feel
is the whisper of appeal
a paradox...that I understand is real
O yea
but if I open up the top 
what I know outside that box
will always stop...for my eyes will rest upon
a speck - a mote - a quark
so now that looked - upon blank space
seems to be gearing up to race
a quantum for the second
yea
the whisper of appeal
a paradox of real
aye
and through my heart an arrow passes by
and in - between
yea
a phantom in my machine
and its the whisper of appeal
this paradox within that abandoned box
yea and I understand its real
a frequency I feel
just in existence within a box
cause, someone left a box on my doorstep
and in that box I feel
is the whisper of appeal

A Frequency I Feel

[Intro]
Oh, Inanna,
The needle of now keeps scratching the chord

[Verse]
Smoke rises where cities fell,
Ash still lingers in the wishing well.
We trace our names in the cracks of stone,
The dead still hum in the marrow of bone.
Through shadows long, a story's spun,
Echoes of battles lost yet won.

[Chorus]
From womb to womb, she threads her pearls,
From hip to broken bone, the thread still curls.
Through rivers of dust, through marrow and sand,
She weaves the path to the oldest hand.

[Verse]
We survived all the wars,
We drank from the wells of the dead.
The needle of now keeps scratching the chord,
A song unwinds but is never untold.
With whispers soft, the night unfolds,
Tales of the brave and hearts so bold.

[Chorus]
From womb to womb, she threads her pearls,
From hip to broken bone, the thread still curls.
Through rivers of dust, through marrow and sand,
She weaves the path to the oldest hand.

[Bridge]
She walks through ruins, she walks through veins,
She stitches sorrow into our names.
Not past, not future – just thread and steel,
A wound that sings, a scar that heals.

[Chorus]
From womb to womb, she threads her pearls,
From hip to broken bone, the thread still curls.
Through rivers of dust, through marrow and sand,
She weaves the path to the oldest hand.

[Verse]
Smoke rises where cities fell,
Ash still lingers in the wishing well.
We trace our names in the cracks of stone,
The dead still hum in the marrow of bone.

[Chorus]
From womb to womb, she threads her pearls,
From hip to broken bone, the thread still curls.
Through rivers of dust, through marrow and sand,
She weaves the path to the oldest hand.

[Outro]
Oh, Inanna,
The needle of now keeps scratching the chord

Needle Of Now

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