Very nice it sounds tight and washed out at the same time. There were a couple rising moments throughout that surprised me in a nice way

This song is my poignant and introspective reflection on a fading friendship that's lost its way. I pour my heart out about the pain of miscommunication, the weight of unspoken words, and the struggle to find my voice in a relationship that's slipping away. I'm searching for a lifeline to cling to, but I'm feeling increasingly invisible and lost. The lyrics convey my desperation and longing for a connection that's slowly disintegrating. This song is my personal ache of fading away from someone I truly care about and the fragility of human connections. And the pain that hurtful words can cause from somebody I truly care about. 😢

LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
In the shadows of your silence, I'm lost and alone
A whispered promise, forgotten, like the echoes of my phone
I reach out for a connection, but it's like I'm invisible too
Left to wonder, if I'm still on your mind, or just fading away from you 

[Chorus]
Fading away, like a ghost in the night
A fleeting thought, that's lost in the light
I'm searching for a lifeline, a beacon to guide
But it's hard to find my way, when I'm fading away from your side 

[Verse 2]
Miscommunications, like a maze, we're lost in the haze
A misunderstanding, that's left unspoken, a heaviness that won't fade
I try to find the words, to bridge the gap between
But it's like we're speaking different languages, and I'm losing my voice, so I scream 

[Chorus]
Fading away, like a ghost in the night
A fleeting thought, that's lost in the light
I'm searching for a lifeline, a beacon to guide
But it's hard to find my way, when I'm fading away from your side 

[Verse 3]
In the uncertainty, I'm searching for a sign
A glimmer of hope, that we can re-align
But the more I reach out, the more I feel pushed away
And I'm left to wonder, if our friendship is fading away 

[Chorus]
Fading away, like a ghost in the night
A fleeting thought, that's lost in the light
I'm searching for a lifeline, a beacon to guide
But it's hard to find my way, when I'm fading away from your side 

[Outro]
So I'll whisper my goodbye, into the empty space
And hope that somehow, someway, you'll find your way back to this place
Where our hearts once connected, and our souls weren't astray
But until then, I'll just fade away.



Fading Away

Remain

Jackel & Southside Nova - I Feel Alive (Rikoriky Remix)

FREE PALESTINE 

Live from the heart of the beast, this transmission bleeds neon and prophecy. A haunted signal crawling through the wires of a dying world—Anointed carries the light like a torch in purgatory, where synthetic dreams and ancient truths collide. This ain’t salvation wrapped in gold foil. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s armed. Christ is king.

ANOINTED

An explosion held back too long. Screams suffocated under the skin, fingers that scratch the soul from the inside. Guitars like blades, drums like detonators. Burning inside is the price of those who feel too much and keep too quiet. Now the silence explodes. 
Check my other works with that sound
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/collaboration-with-laura-maren

Produced by EileenNoise

Lyrics
[Verse]
The ash is falling like a blackened snow
The fire’s inside me
It won’t let go
My veins are rivers
They're running red
A pyre ignites the thoughts in my head

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Verse 2]
A scream is rising but it makes no sound
The smoke’s a shroud that pulls me down
Every ember whispers
It knows my name
The heat’s a lover and it plays the game

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Bridge]
The walls are melting
The shadows crawl
I see my face in the fire’s thrall
Every spark a secret
A truth untold
This inferno’s mine
It’s fierce and cold



[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

if you want to listen my other work with that sound check my playlist
https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/collaboration-with-laura-maren

Burning inside

Lyrics:

You only fear
What doesn’t speak. 
But silence cuts
A little deep.

They call me quiet,
Like that makes me safe. 
But wolves don’t growl
When giving chase. 

I’m the quiet kid,
I don’t get loud,
I don’t forget, ah
I get even. 

I’m the quiet kid,
I don’t forget,
I don’t get loud,
I get revenge. 

You can't help me
Don't even try
If you cross me
You'll be first to die.

You like to play
When you think you’ve won.
But I’m the game
You didn’t know you were in. 

You talk in circles,
I draw lines.
You waste your breath,
I bide my time. 

Oh, I'm the quiet kid.
Oh, I'll get so so even.
Oh, I compared notes,
Now die.

I’m the quiet kid,
I don’t forget,
I don’t get loud,
I don't get even.

I get revenge.

Quiet Kid

When an organisation is always ruled by men.  In every other walk of life, we do not call it faith. 

When The Pope's A Girl

Hook: (DW Tin)
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue

Verse: (DW Tin)
Show me speed when you get undressed 
Hope it’s just for me
Keep it blessed
Empty pill bottles
Cuz I stress
Attachments when I crack
Never shoulda fucked with her
She a north$ide shawty
All she know is blow
Too much time wasted because I’m low
Too cocky with my life Imma fold
Never end it with my crew it’s so gold
Dior on my pants and I’m bold
Fuck the phone put it on hold
Dream 24/7 about you
I still can’t get over you
All I see is purple purple hue

Hook: (DW Tin)
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
In Miami we party all night
Going through my phone acting like a spy
Baby you know I don’t like side
Give me the main I wanna feast 
In the bed she rollin like a beast 
She acting real kinky, gave me the leash
Let’s smoke and sleep in a sky
Counting mula do it all night
Get my suit lookin real clean
We be ballin me and my team
My table order all booze
You will never see us lose

Hook: (DW Tin)
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue

Overdue

Apple Music

Overdue (prod. JpBeatz)

Wicked Whisper [ Piano Cover feat. Neona X & Nightpost ] ( Slow version )

Be Self Privillege

Do I have a place in your heart?

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

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.

Remain

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