𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎?  𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛?

Dystopia Sound

vacio experiment4l

CHAOZ REBIRTH

Untitled0930

Is the water poisoned?
Feels like it's always been this way
before anyone died
What's making you hurt this much?
You deserve it more than anyone else
Even me

Because I wanna tear this house down
Every time it happens
You know this all too well
All too well
Like the back of your hand, like a brother, like pain in your chest
It just happens all of the time
I'm just hurt, I'm rotting, I'm scared
Can I call you again
Can I call you again and again and again

brother

Softboy7 - disappointment (ZVLIAN Remix)

Transmitter (last://message)

aquatic mine/problem

https://angelsvrgery.bandcamp.com/track/angel-svrgeon

BANDCAMP

angelsvrgery - angel svrgeon

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It all started when Post Malone accidentally signed the wrong contract at a tequila tasting in 2019. What he thought was a brand deal turned out to be a binding intergalactic research mission funded by a mysterious group known only as The Loop Council — a bunch of aliens in disco tracksuits studying human sadness through BPMs.

He woke up orbiting Earth in a space station shaped like a giant turntable. The only thing playing on repeat was his own voice whispering, “We couldn’t turn around…” over and over.
The walls pulsed. The bass hummed. The shampoo floated.

After 173 days of emotional turbulence and zero gravity beer pong, Post started to lose it. Every time he tried to move forward, the ship turned him back — literally. He was stuck in circles. The Council called it “research.” He called it “the worst tour ever.”

Then, one night, as the station rotated over Berlin (because of course it did), a pirate signal cut through the static. It was Uberan Mino, broadcasting illegally from an abandoned rave bunker in orbit just above Brandenburg.

“Post,” said the voice through the cosmic reverb,
“You’ve sung about circles long enough. Let’s make them spin.”

So they linked up through a wormhole made entirely of fog machine mist and bad decisions. Uberan Mino connected his Focusrite directly into a star. 

When the final drop hit, the space station exploded into glitter. Post landed gently in a Berlin kebab shop parking lot, surrounded by ravers in astronaut suits eating fries and crying from joy. He looked up at the stars, whispered,
“Guess we’re just going in circles,”
and disappeared into the smoke machine.

This remix was recovered years later from a crashed USB satellite.
They say if you play it loud enough, you can still hear him orbiting.

Post Malone - Circles (TRANCE EDIT)

I̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶e̶l̶i̶e̶v̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ I see i̶t̶ ̶
𝐈 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭  ✧₊⁺
~  𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝐼 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝙞𝙩

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