just worked 5 hours with basically no break.. give me strength Jekyll and Hyde.

Getting possed with hunter </3

It's Gonna Get Weird - Lemon Demon (Gravity Fallss deleted song)

The Nowhere King

THE FINE PRINT

The 2014 English concept album of the Death Note musical with music by Frank Wildhorn and lyrics by Jack Murphy.

They're Only Human

【Cuphead】 Greedy by OR3O (ft. Swiblet)

mushroomy gumi hell yeah!!
last song i will post as a 17y/o... birthday soon :)
this song is about mushrooms but the mushrooms and mycelium represent my brain. idk how to explain it...... the metaphors


YT video: https://youtu.be/rDhqYGbJtN8
lyrics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rUG-j_Xpz-QMkUb1QkR1pDZ70QB33m3Q9jdm5O5yugQ/edit?usp=sharing
inst: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1RTZw4tQpmtPJmzVxE0ZeZ4w5eV6MFmwJ?usp=sharing
midi: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Ums-eGrDKYB_lyX7GkDYXlO1Q2ysHmne/view?usp=share_link

Fruiting Bodies ft. Gumi English (VOCALOID Original Song)

Jekyll and Hyde-Confrontation

A Million Gruesome Ways To Die

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Bloodstains

this song is really short and i'm sorry about that

The World's Greatest Actor

Eternal Truth – Aria da Concerto is a storm-forged operatic lament for baritone soloist and male chorus. Blending classical form with epic, modern intensity, it unfolds as a journey from silence into struggle, from fracture into revelation.

The aria begins with a solemn recitativo secco, invoking stillness before flame, silence before speech. The arioso rises with reflection, bearing witness to light even as time and truth are fractured. The choral invocation swells with collective strength, guiding the soul through silence toward resilience.

A darker chorus of voices and shadows follows — whispers, foam, wind, and fleeting words that cannot bind what endures. The cabaletta bursts in thunder and steel, a defiant surge where each wound refines, each stumble teaches, and no storm can sunder the vowed path.

At the aria’s heart lies the climactic expansion, a maxim delivered with operatic force:
“No blade,” is said, “cuts quite as deep,
As failure nursed to make us weep.
Let’s wear our pride like battle steel;
And embrace the truth that loss reveals.”

From rubble and sorrow blooms renewal — silence becomes guide, and tears give life to the soul’s flower. The return and transformation recall the opening lines but with greater power, reshaped by struggle.

The coda closes in sweeping inevitability:
So it was, and so it is,
Time will break, and time will mend.
At stillness’ edge, a hope unending extends,
And sorrow’s chain at last will end.

Forged in silence and storm, Eternal Truth stands as both lament and triumph: a testament that truth endures, unbroken by the passing of time or the weight of sorrow.

[LYRICS]

Rise, O soul, into the stillness,
Before the word, before the flame;
Here the sands hold their witness
Here the stars keep no count or name.

Time was whole before the fight,
Light was vast before the night;
Rise, O witness, and lift your sight,
Bear the truth to wake the light.
From the rubble, forge a tower,
So tears may nurse the soul’s flower.

There is motion deep within stillness;
It carries us onward, steady and true;
And opens the soul to living wholeness;
A timeless voice, guiding all we do.
From the rubble, forge a tower,
So tears may nurse the soul’s flower.

Words may follow as we’re walking,
Whispers follow, softly talking;
They break like foam upon the shore;
They fade like wind, they are no more.
What is said before us or behind us
Cannot bind us, or confine us;
The stone may strike, its fragments fly;
Yet truth endures; it cannot die.

Come, let us tumble; let us fall;
We accept it, one and all!
For in the breaking, there’s the sign,
The strength to rise is yours and mine.
Each stumble teaches, each wound refines,
It makes us stand with straighter spine.
No thief of fate, no storm shall sunder
Our vowed path, nor steal our thunder.

“No blade,” is said, “cuts quite as deep,
As failure nursed to make us weep.
Let’s wear our pride like battle steel;
And embrace the truth that loss reveals.”
Now the silence is our true guide,
And sorrow’s seed will turn the tide;
From the rubble, forge a tower,
So tears may nurse the soul’s flower.

Time was whole before the fight,
Light was vast before the night,
Now in the silence we find our might,
From the rubble, forge a tower,
So tears may nurse the soul’s flower.

So it was, and so it is,
Time will break, and time will mend.
At stillness’ edge, a hope unending extends,
And sorrow’s chain at last will end.

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