[Verse 1]
I rise like thunder from the ground
Breaking chains that held me down
Heart's a fire it won't fade
I'm a storm you can't evade

[Pre-Chorus]
Feel the beat it fuels my soul
Every piece makes me whole
I'm a warrior fierce and true
This battle’s mine I’ll break through

[Chorus]
Unstoppable unbreakable
I am the flame invincible
Through the dark I’ll light the sky
Watch me soar I’ll never die

[Verse 2]
Shadows tried to dim my spark
But I shine brighter in the dark
Every fall I’ve learned to fight
I turn my scars into light

[Rap Bridge]
Step back let me own this throne
Built this empire all on my own
Blood sweat tears now I’m in my zone
Turn my pain into power now I’ve grown

[Chorus]
Unstoppable unbreakable
I am the flame invincible
Through the dark I’ll light the sky
Watch me soar I’ll never die

The flame invincible

Man On The Moon

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Undress me

[Verse 1] Lights low, red silk on my skin Heart racing, don’t know where you've been Talk sweet but I taste the lies Your mouth moves but your body replies
Lips near, you freeze like sin Can’t fake heat when it’s fire within Say you're in control, but you’re on your knees I touch your chest, and you beg me please…
[Chorus] I’m the main course, no appetizer Keep your talk, I’m the fantasizer Candle wax, lace, and my empire He pray to me like I’m the messiah
I don’t chase, I own the game Lip-gloss stain and a diamond name You want love? Then confess to me Worship wild, undress for me
[Verse 2] Don't lie to me, lie with me Slow like honey, sting like heat Trace your sins with my fingertips Your soul trembling between my lips
Eyes closed, but I see it all You rise higher just to fall What you crave ain't sweet or tame You came to me to lose your name
[Chorus] I’m the main course, no appetizer Keep your talk, I’m the fantasizer Candle wax, lace, and my empire He pray to me like I’m the messiah
I don’t beg, I set the tone You don’t own this—boy, I own You want truth? Then confess to me Bring that sin and undress for me
[Bridge] Chains not needed, you're already mine Drunk off power, sweet like wine Eyes say yes when your lips say wait Too late, baby… I seal your fate
[Outro] I know what you dream when no one sees I am the wound… and the release Say it— Say my name Say what you feel… No shame…
[Chorus] You want love? You want pain?
You want thrill, you want flame?
Then come closer, stake your claim
Lose control, play the game
Then confess to me — no shame,
Whisper slow… say my name.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Undress me

A powerful breakup anthem about emotional clarity and self-respect in the face of inconsistent love. The narrator confronts a love interest who sends mixed signals—being affectionate one moment and distant the next. They express frustration over the hot-and-cold behavior, pointing out the emotional toll of being toyed with and demanding something real instead of uncertainty.

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Mixed Signals

A moody, emotional trap song blending confessional lyrics with atmospheric 808s and hi-hats, capturing the pain of changing yourself to please someone who never truly saw the real you.

Pretend for You

That Is What You Say beautifully captures the nuances of communication in relationships. The mellow pop vibe pairs perfectly with the reflective lyrics, creating a romantic yet relaxed atmosphere. The vocal delivery is rich and emotive, making each line resonate deeply. It’s a perfect fit for your mood during intimate moments. 
Re-issue. First released in 2024 under the artist profile "Songsforsale.ai".

That is what you say

Mutually assured destruction, hand unicorn (the theme colon song (song))

After introducing through the debut pop album “BLUE”, and touching hearts with the emotional ballad single “Starry Nights”, LiTTLE PRODUCER returns with a brand new chapter — a mini album titled “Heart Worth Breaking.”

Blending smooth R&B tones with honest lyricism, this project explores the beautiful ache of loving someone so deeply, even when it hurts. “Heart Worth Breaking” is a story of vulnerability, connection, and the kind of heartbreak that’s painful — but unforgettable.

Guilty (feat. DxD!)

baby-blue

[Verse 1]
Baby you're so sweet
You belong to me
A million ways to love you
A million reasons not to leave

[Chorus]
The angels are singin' in Heaven above
I get down on my knees and thank God for your love
No one can replace you I'm so glad you stayed
You're the light of my life
I'm amazed by your ways

[Verse 2]
I'll give you everything
Anything you want from me
I'd even sell my soul
As long as I can keep you close

[Chorus]
The angels are singin' in Heaven above
I get down on my knees and thank God for your love
No one can replace you I'm so glad you stayed
You're the light of my life
I'm amazed by your ways

[Bridge]
Everything you do is like magic
Your touch
Your kiss
It's like milk and honey on my lips
Baby
You
You got it
Everything you do is like magic
Your touch
Your kiss
It's like milk and honey on my lips
Baby
You
You got it

[Chorus]
The angels are singin' in Heaven above
I get down on my knees and thank God for your love
No one can replace you I'm so glad you stayed
You're the light of my life
I'm amazed by your ways

Goth Summer

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light of my life (feat. Goth Summer)

so so so sad

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"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

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.

Mutually assured destruction, hand unicorn (the theme colon song (song))

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