Ashes on My Name

He lives in me
My enemy, my voice of doubt
The one who whispers, “You’re nothing”
Who drains the courage out

He crawls beneath my chest
Grinds my gears when I begin
He’s the hand that kills my visions
The wall I crash within

He lives in me
The one who mocks me when I speak
The one who spits I’ll never matter
That my strength is fucking weak

He laughs when I’m in ruins
Feeds when my soul’s sore
He sits inside my shadow
And drinks down all my war

He lives in me
He never sleeps, he never fades
He drags me down through every morning
With chains made of my shame

And even if no one sees it
Even if they think I shine—
There’s a monster in my mirror
Tearing every hope of mine

He lives in me
And I can’t fucking flee
Because when I stare into the dark…
That demon staring back is me

He breaks me when I wake
No reason, just the sting
He compares me, tears me open
Passes judgment like a king

There’s no truce, no tomorrow
No “you’ll be okay”
When the one who wants you dead…
Is your soul in decay

He lives in me
I know his every move
He knows my guilt, my sins,
My stories carved in wounds

And I keep trying to silence him
But he always screams above
Because this eternal enemy…
Was never from outside 

He lives in me
He’s my skin, my curse, my skin
He kneels me with his poison
And forbids me joy again

¿Y cómo escapar de lo que soy?
¿Cómo huir si no hay otro yo?
¿Dónde esconderme…
Si el enemigo…
lleva mi rostro y mi dolor?

He lives in me
And now I finally see
I’m not just my executioner…
I’m the seed that grew the beast

And if one day I break the chains
It won’t be through running blind
It’ll be by facing my own reflection
And forgiving what’s inside

He lives in me
Yes…
That…
Is me. (MY WORST ENEMY!!!)

He Lives In Me

THE FRATERNAL ORDER OF THE MATSONS: LODGE 219
Fat Matt
Haze Audio

Welcome to Lodge 219.

A fictional backwoods fraternal order.
A hood.
A pitchfork.
A suspicious amount of ceremony.

“The Fraternal Order of the Matsons: Lodge 219” combines horrorcore storytelling, Southern-gothic atmosphere, dark humor and rural mythology into one of the defining records from the Haze Audio catalog.

The Matsons exist somewhere between a forgotten lodge hall, a family legend nobody explains correctly, and the kind of roadside organization you absolutely should not investigate after dark.

That ambiguity is the fun.

This track has grown into one of the most-played Fat Matt records on SoundCloud, passing 62,000 plays and continuing to find new listeners.

Dark rap.
Southern gothic.
Horrorcore.
Small-town mythology.

Welcome to the lodge.

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The Fraternal Order of the Matsons Lodge 219

This is for the ones who bleed in silence.
The ones who scream but no one hears.
The forgotten. The broken. The lost.

I see the shadows where you hide your scars
Counting every reason you won’t make it far
You think you’re invisible, a ghost in the crowd
A silent disaster that no one talks about
But I know your name, I can feel your fight
You’re still breathing fire even late at night
And though your hands shake with the weight of the cost
You’re not forgotten, you are not lost

This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

I know the poison that runs through your veins
The voices that whisper you’ll never change
I know the nights when the blade feels close
When the pain you carry hurts the most
But listen — the grave is not your home
And you don’t have to walk this path alone
Even in ashes, embers glow
Even in darkness, the light still grows

Every scar you wear is a war you’ve survived
Proof that you’re still here, proof you’re alive

This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

If no one ever told you… hear it now…
You are loved when you can’t believe it
You are held when you can’t feel it
You are worth more than the lies you’ve been sold
Your story’s not done — it’s still being told!
YOU. ARE. NOT. LOST.

RISE UP — YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN FIRE
STAND TALL — YOUR LIFE IS MORE THAN DESIRE
(We won’t give in, we won’t let go!)
YOU ARE SEEN, YOU ARE KNOWN!

This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

This is for you… the ones who bleed in silence…
You are not forgotten… you are not lost…

Letter to the Lost

Intro]  
Yeah, shadows creepin', heart racin' wild...  
Let's chase the void, no turnin' back now.  

[Verse 1]  
Streetlights flicker like nerves on edge,  
Mind's a maze, dodgin' ghosts in my head.  
Pills scatter floors, echoes of what I said,  
Chasin' ghosts that left me for dead.  
Fists clenched tight, knuckles white as bone,  
Screamin' at mirrors, claimin' my throne.  
Demons whisper sweet, pull me to the zone,  
But I flip the script, carve my name in stone.  
Rapid pulse, veins pumpin' fire,  
World spins vicious, feedin' the liar.  
I dodge the blade, turn pain to desire,  
Rise from the ash, set the night on a wire.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 2]  
Tick-tock bombs in my brain, explodin' chains,  
Runnin' lanes where the sane go insane.  
Flashback pains, rainin' acid on veins,  
I paint the stains, turn loss into gains.  
Crowd fades out, I'm solo in the storm,  
Norms deform, I morph into the swarm.  
Warm blood pours, floors slick with the torn,  
Born from scorn, reborn in the thorn.  
Quick flicks, tricks with the wick lit fast,  
Past haunts last, but I blast through the mask.  
Tasked with the clash, cash in on the gash,  
Sashay through the trash, leave 'em in the ash.  

[Interlude]  
Breathe... one... two... feel the pull?  
Void's callin', but nah, I ain't full.  
Echo: "You slippin'..." Nah, I'm the tool.  
*(synths swell back, tempo ramps)*  

[Verse 3]  
Nights bleed endless, threads of dread entwine,  
Mind's a minefield, steppin' fine on the line.  
Shine dimmed, primed for the grind divine,  
Recline? Nah, align with the spine.  
Whispers hiss like serpents in the mist,  
Fist to the twist, resist the abyss.  
Bliss in the risk, dismiss the dismiss,  
This is my list: conquer, enlist, persist.  
Hustle brutal, roots pull from the soil deep,  
Sleep? Creep on the weak, peak when they weep.  
Leap from the steep, reap what I keep,  
Sheep scatter cheap, I'm the shepherd elite.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 4]  
Echoes hollow, follow the swallow of sorrow,  
Tomorrow borrows from the marrow I borrow.  
Arrow straight, fate's gate I shatter narrow,  
Pharaoh flow, glow in the harrow.  
Barrow full of buried fury, hurry scurry,  
Blurry visions, decisions incision the jury.  
Worry? Flurry of glory, story gory but pure,  
Cure the lure, endure the manure.  
Snap: crack the back of the pack, attack intact,  
Fact: I extract the slack, counter the hack.  
Track marks dark, spark the arc, embark on the chart,  
Heart darts sharp, part the dark, start the art.  

[Bridge]  
What if the fall's just the call to ascend?  
Bend the end, friend to the wind, no pretend.  
Lend me your ear, fear's the thief in the den,  
Pen to the skin, win from within, amen.  

[Verse 5]  
Dawn cracks slow, glow from the low I know,  
Flow like a pro, sow what I grow in the snow.  
Blow the foe, toe to toe in the throe,  
Row against the current, fervent, alert, insert the glow.  
Curse the nurse that cursed the verse I nursed,  
Worse to first, thirst quenched in the burst.  
Dispersed the hearse, immersed in the verse,  
Rehearsed the worst, now I'm the curse reversed.  
Final sprint, print the hint in the flint strike,  
Like a psych, hike through the spike, no respite.  
Ignite the night, sight set on the height,  
Fight the blight, right the flight—eternal light.  

[Outro]  
Yeah... grip tight, ignite... we rise from the bite.  
Shadows retreat, heart beats—alive in the night.

Fallin Fast

I'm feeling so hollow
Like the pity I swallow
Like darkness is inches away
And I'm breathing in sorrow

And I'm done with this fight
And I'm done hiding it
I've had a poison in my veins
And I'm done riding

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I'm sick of feeling whips crackling my spine
I'm sick of feeling drained like I'm bleeding time
It's like I've got a cage and I'm locked inside
Man, I'm screaming, but I can't even find the light

I'm done sinking, oh, can I break it or not?
How many of them fake smiles do I got?
How many more nights will I waste in my head
Full of rage at myself like I'm racing to dead

Well, this is me ripping myself from the grave
This is a key for a prisoner's cage
This is my war to reclaim what I made
I'm coming for blood like my anger's a blade
Yeah, I'm just a monster in chains
I'm like a spark in the dark trying to break from the pain
I've been given these scars of mine
And if that's not enough, man, then what kind of life is mine?

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I see the serpent now as clear as bone and teeth
I see it crawling through my thoughts
Feeding on what I could fear to keep me beneath
I see the serpent now as clear as you and me
Maybe it's a lie to be free
But I see truth
So let's get venom off these fangs
Alright!

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

Serpent In My Skull

Zero Sum Game

Madre

New album: Cheat The Gods, 11 tracks, out now on SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/ollifax/sets/cheat-the-gods

A three-track descent into cold-control trap: heavy 808s, fast drums, and slow, lethal vocals.  
This project blends blackout energy with shadow-play rhythm ,  a sound built on pressure, silence, and precision.

“Weaponized” sets the tone with calm violence and steady, frostbitten focus.  
“Shadow Riot” pushes the energy into club-breaking chaos, a storm of fast hats and dark momentum.  
“Drop That Shadow” brings the hypnotic side ,  simple words, deep bass, and body-moving minimalism.

No fillers. No gloss.  
Just darkness, discipline, and rhythm ,  trap music built for the night.

Free at ollifax.com

I'm Not Dangerous. I'm Weaponized.

Midnight Hour

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Le Boy Mikale Production (LBMP) is a multilingual music producer and artist based in Orlando, Florida. Working across a wide spectrum of genres, LBMP moves fluidly between club and dance music, EDM, pop, rock, trap, hip-hop, experimental, alternative, jazz, and more. Rather than adhering to a single sound, the project explores the intersections between these worlds — blending polished electronic production with raw emotion, atmospheric textures, and cinematic detail.
Born from a desire to create without boundaries, LBMP’s music reflects a constant search for new forms of expression. Tracks can shift from high-energy club environments to introspective, moody compositions, often within the same body of work. The production style is marked by careful attention to texture, space, and dynamics, creating soundscapes that feel both modern and emotionally grounded. Influences range from contemporary electronic and urban music to classic songwriting traditions, resulting in a hybrid approach that resists easy categorization.
A defining feature of the project is its multilingual nature. LBMP creates and performs in English, Russian, Spanish, French, and Italian. This linguistic range allows for different emotional tones and cultural nuances to emerge naturally across different tracks and projects. Language becomes another tool in the creative process — sometimes used for clarity and directness, other times for its musicality and rhythm. The result is a body of work that feels both personal and expansive, connecting with listeners across different backgrounds and regions.
Visually, LBMP maintains a strong and consistent artistic identity. Album artwork, videos, and live visuals are treated as extensions of the music itself, often developed in parallel with the sonic direction. This integrated approach creates a complete artistic experience rather than treating visuals as an afterthought.
At its core, Le Boy Mikale Production is about freedom of expression and exploration. There is no fixed formula — only a commitment to honest, high-quality work that can exist comfortably in clubs, headphones, or live settings. Whether producing high-energy dance tracks, atmospheric electronic pieces, or more experimental compositions, the goal remains the same: to make music that feels alive, textured, and emotionally resonant.
Based in Orlando, LBMP continues to develop new material while refining a distinctive voice that bridges multiple genres and languages. The project stands as an open-ended exploration of sound, culture, and feeling — one that evolves with each new release.

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