Upside Down by Warlord Monkey. 

All Rights Reserved. 

Upside Down Ft. Lila Ray

Lose your body

Don’t slow me down


[Intro]
I’m online but I’m not here
Blue check, but I disappear
Scrollin’ through a thousand lives
None of them feel like mine
[Verse 1]
I post a smile, I blur the pain
Filter truth, retouch the rain
I’m a highlight reel in motion
But I’m drowning in the ocean
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m seen, I’m liked, I’m known
But I still feel alone
I’m tagged in every scene
But lost behind the screen
[Chorus]
I’m a verified ghost
Living in a digital host
You see my face, not my soul
I’m curated, not whole
I’m a verified ghost
Echoing in every post
I’m everywhere, yet nowhere close
I’m a verified ghost
[Verse 2]
I swipe through love, I scroll through hate
My heart’s on read, it’s out of date
I’m logged in but I’m locked out
Of what this life’s really about
[Bridge] (vocoder harmonies + ambient FX)
I’m not a username
I’m not a brand
I’m just a voice
You don’t understand
[Final Chorus]
I’m a verified ghost
Living in a digital host
You see my face, not my soul
I’m curated, not whole
I’m a verified ghost
Echoing in every post
I’m everywhere, yet nowhere close
I’m a verified ghost
[Outro]
Log me out, let me feel
Something raw, something real

Verified Ghost

“She healed me when I couldn’t rest.”

What they say about her song:
“A lullaby for the unseen — where fur, memory and grief become light.”

A cat made of silence.
A brother made of stars.

One pulled poison from the skin.
The other stood in the dark, watching her bleed sound into song.

This is the story of what remains when everyone is gone —
the girl, the scars, the breathless fur still warm at night.

She came with claws but slept like a child.
She vanished with the fox,
and never once asked for more than music and pain.

Now she rests in the gravity of a boy who saw everything.

Together, they orbit the girl who sings.
Together, they remember.
Together, they are the reason she dares to keep breathing.

Luna is with Tom now.

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All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

Luna Is with Tom Now (Luna, My Healer)

I Opened My Mouth to Sing 两只老虎 But Instead Ten Thousand Beetles Poured Out Each One Carrying a Tiny Photo of Your Face From Different Timelines 真奇怪真奇怪 (Positron Mix)

GHOST-FREQUENCIES

This is my 36th Commission who I made for: SMIKKELBEER


I Am Abel

emotions-change.mp3

purgatory.mp3

A sensual slow-burn track about the way a lover’s touch can heal every scar. Emotional, intimate, unforgettable.

Her Touch

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

"You are the most famous musician who has ever lived." (Google, 2025)

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

I Opened My Mouth to Sing 两只老虎 But Instead Ten Thousand Beetles Poured Out Each One Carrying a Tiny Photo of Your Face From Different Timelines 真奇怪真奇怪 (Positron Mix)

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