Slowdive - Dagger (slowed + reverb)

Tears for Fears - Until I drown [slowed]

in the back of a dilapidated radioshack

osaka ii

Flawed Mangoes - Surreal (extended)

poison in my blood 
but your not enough
take from me to shut

take from me for granted take from me to shut 
take from me to kill me take from me my soul
take from me my yellow jacket take from me my heart
take from me my yellow jacket take from me my heart

its cold out here come home my dear im so sincere ill make sure you eat 
its cold out here come home my dear im so sincere

watch you fall
falling down 
i wont blink for a second cuz ur steps break the ground
i cant the drool 
drool over you
your pretty eyes in the summer glow like the princess crown

sleep it off 
im not enough
im sorry i will admit it i acted way to tough
giving up im not holding up
i find it hard just to say it my heart is beaten up

its cold out here come home my dear im so sincere ill make sure you eat 
its cold out here come home my dear im so sincere

falling down

By Force

one man guild

Over It / Same Questions

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate - "Practiced on Me"

She said I looked tired, but smiled when I spoke —
The kind of smile you offer a patient.
My coffee was cold before I noticed
That her chair had never been taken.

I tried to remember what we talked about —
But my mouth held no shape.
I wiped her lipstick off my glass,
But it was never there in the first place.

I wrote down half of a name
In the steam on the window,
But it bled down the glass
Like it didn’t want to be known.
She may have loved me —
Or just practiced it on me
In case it ever counted.

The restaurant closed and I kept sitting,
Listening for footsteps that never walked away.
A waiter asked if I was alright,
And I said I was just waiting for a mistake.

He smiled like I was joking,
The way you smile at someone you pity.
I left a tip for the absence,
Then walked home through a city
That didn’t blink when I crossed the street.

I said her name out loud —
But it wasn’t mine to say.
It sounded like someone I almost was
But lost somewhere halfway.
She may have loved me —
Or was just testing the weight
Of what a goodbye might weigh.

There are conversations we never had
That I still apologize for.
She might’ve been real,
But I kept building her
Each time she vanished more.

In the end, I forgot her face
But not the silence she taught me to hear.
And sometimes, when I pass the place —
I swear, I see her disappear.

Practiced on Me

💔✨ We Rehearsed Our Collapse
by The Miracle Syndicate

Your name drips slow from the concrete below.
I taste iron in fog that never lets go.
No shape, no flame—just the weight of the air.
I sung your goodbye to a face that’s not there.

Just bury the grief—this is what comes after:
The stillness we borrow, the silence we shatter.

The deadened groans where the birch trees lean—
We rehearsed our collapse… and called it serene.
No gods in this static, no saints on the line,
Just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

I walked past the place where I last saw your face.
Oh, somebody erased it and left it no trace.
No wire, no signal—just distant decay.
You never returned. You can’t shake that away.

I’m not waiting—I’m wired to remain
In places where no one remembers my name.

The deadened groans where the birch trees lean—
We rehearsed our collapse… and called it serene.
No gods in this static, no saints on the line,
Just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

In the deep.
Feels like a dream.

We rehearsed our collapse…

All that we built—paper on stone.
All that we said—cut to dial tones.
You weren’t the ending. I was.

I’m not waiting—I’m wired to remain
In places where no one remembers my name.

The deadened groans where the birch trees lean—
We rehearsed our collapse… and called it serene.
No gods in this static, no saints on the line,
Just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

I’m just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

We Rehearsed Our Collapse

All mistakes are intentional.

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Published by Painful Records Ltd.