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[Verse 1]  
I woke up to the fridge humming your favorite song  
Your toothbrush still wet, but the water’s long gone  
Coffee went cold, I drank it black like my lungs  
Tasted like the “forevers” that slipped off your tongue  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every mirror’s a crime scene, lipstick on the frame  
Every shadow’s a witness whispering your name  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m slow-dancing with death in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Verse 2]  
Your voicemail still says “leave it at the beep”  
I call every hour just to hear you breathe  
The cat stopped eating, she waits by the door  
Paws on the glass like she’s begging for more  

[Verse 3]  
I wore your hoodie till the scent turned to dust  
Now it hangs in the closet like a criminal’s trust  
Neighbors stopped knocking, they know what they’d find  
A man made of echoes and cheap boxed wine  

[Pre-Chorus 2]  
I wrote “come home” on the fog of the glass  
Watched it vanish like every second chance  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m crowd-surfing through hell in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Bridge 1]  
If heaven’s got Wi-Fi, send me a sign  
A thumbs-up emoji, anything fine  
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more tonight  
But the screen stays black and the stars lost their light  

[Bridge 2]  
I dug through the laundry, found your airplane ticket stub  
Destination: anywhere but here, anywhere but us  
The departure board blinks like a heart giving up  
Gate 23, final call, but I’m still in love  

[Breakdown]  
Tick… tick… tick…  
(That’s the clock counting heartbeats I’ll never get back)  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep… (voice breaks)  
I’m dancing with death… (string bends sharp)  
Catchy little hook… (feedback howls)  
La-la-la-lie… (whisper)  
La-la-la-lie… (barely air)  

[Outro]  
 “Hey, it’s me… pick up… I miss you already.”  
[Beep… line dead.]

La-la-la-lie

Man Injam

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… they meet in the pines where the moonlight don’t reach
Red robes, black hearts, and the screams never leak
Boom bap in the holler, truth in the smoke
This one’s for the children that they never let spoke…[Hook]
They drink from the cup in the underground chapel
Little bones in the fire while the blue-bloods cackle
Rulin’ every nation with a serpent-coil grip
If we don’t cut the head off, the world gon’ slip
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, no mercy, no trial
Satan’s landlords burn tonight in the country-boombap style  [Verse 1]
Midnight in the mansion, marble floors stained red
Politicians and princes with a child in the bed
Private jets to the island, manifest say “cargo”
Cameras catch the smile when the cargo can’t argue
They own the banks, the screens, the pills and the wars
Feed us fear for breakfast while they settle old scores
Ritual in the basement, candles made of fat
Inverted cross on the ceiling, pentagram doormat
They laugh when we fight left, they laugh when we fight right
Same hand pullin’ strings on both sides of the night
Inherited evil, blue blood never thins
Generations of devils wearin’ human skins  [Hook]  [Verse 2]
Preacher on the payroll, pastor with the goat head
Sunday sermon money built the tunnel where they’re both dead
Hollywood glowin’, but the light is from the pyre
Every missin’ child poster fuel for their fire
They put the symbols in the videos, laugh when we stream
Turn trauma to profit, turn a soul to a meme
Central banks printin’ despair by the billion
While the chosen few feast on the blood of the children
No conspiracy—this is history in plain sight
Just read the guest list from the night flight
We ain’t askin’ for justice, we tired of the charade
Torch in one hand, pitchfork, rope, and spade  [Bridge – half-spoken, low and mean]
Mama cried when the news said “suicide”
But the shotgun was left-handed and he shot from the right
Daddy swore that the sheriff looked away too long
Now the choir sings vengeance in a minor-key song  [Final Hook – slower, heavier drums]
So strike the match, let the pine trees burn black
No saviors comin’—we takin’ the world back
From the castle to the bunker, every crown gotta crack
When the people start swingin’, ain’t no comin’ back
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, end of the bloodline
Satan’s landlords burn tonight… and the boom bap keeps time  [Outro – fading slide guitar, distant church bell, then silence]
Tell the devil we comin’…
And we ain’t knockin’. [Drop that on a dusty beat with a swung boom bap loop and some eerie fiddle, and it’ll rattle bones in every hollow]

Blood On The Pentagram

The 27 sessions - A flick

Country Rap, bluesy electric guitar riffs, booming 808 bass, mid-tempo trap-country beat, heavy-hearted yet resilient, lo-fi Southern texture, gritty male vocals, rap verses with soulful choruses, analog warmth

Main Street Grit

vocal sampled from : Hayedeh - Key rafti ze del

Dani-Rafteh

Haft Khat (New Version)

FREAK

I freeze before the thought lands
I stall the urge to name it
I act as if the want stays unread tonight
As if it stays unread
I hold still
You look, yes
You look, yes
You look, yes

I feel the stare rewrite my posture instantly
My want feels loud, my mouth stays disciplined
I want the pull, I fear the label tied to it
I measure breath, I measure risk, I sit with it
You touch the air between us, not my skin
My body answers faster than my mind admits
I learned to mask the urge, to call it taste
To hide the kink behind acceptable shapes
I feel the pressure climb when silence holds
I want to ask, I choke, I fold, I stall again
Desire feels political inside my chest
I rehearse truth, then censor it mid-sentence
I want control, I want release, I want both
I hate the math, I hate the mirror, hate the quote
I cut the thought, restart it wrong, repeat the cut
I want too much, then judge myself for wanting it

I move inside the tension I don’t solve
I move inside the tension I don’t solve
I sit between the pull and what I show
Between the pull and what I show, I stall
You look, yes
I stay
You look, yes
You look, yes
You look, yes

I feel the room expect a role from me
Strong frame, calm face, no complexity
But my desire doesn’t fit the outline clean
It wants direction, friction, ceremony
I fear being seen for how I want to feel
I fear restraint more than being revealed
I name the rule, then want to break it slow
I crave permission I refuse to own

I move inside the tension I don’t solve
I move inside the tension I don’t solve
I sit between the pull and what I show
Between the pull and what I show, I stall
I stay
You look, yes
You look, yes
You look, yes

I watch myself negotiate my hunger
I frame it soft so it won’t sound like thunder
I want my kink without the public trial
I want my freedom without the walk of shame
I feel the weight of every learned rule
Man stays steady, man stays cool
But my pulse breaks rhythm when you stay close
I want to kneel and still remain whole
I learn desire isn’t something clean
It cuts through posture, gender, scene
I don’t want conquest, I want accord
I want my body loud without being a sword
I leave the moment carrying heat
Not resolved, not cured, but still complete

I move inside the tension I don’t solve
I move inside the tension I don’t solve
I sit between the pull and what I show
Between the pull and what I show, I stall
You look, yes
I stay
You look, yes
You look, yes
You look, yes

Sexual Pressure and Kinks

#yaserbinam #doctor #officialaudio #music #2026

producer : FALLAH

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