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Ummet Ozcan - And my beat goes... (M4GIX Psy/Techno Mix) #psytrance #techno

Featuring vocals by "JK"

LYRICS:
They move like shadows across the floor
Silent whispers behind every door
A briefcase smile a nod to the game
Different faces but the rules stay the same

Men in black own the air we breathe
They cut the pie but they never leave
Fund the fire fuel the greed
They own it all they own the need

A coin flips but the sides are the same
Kings and pawns in a rigged-up game
Oil for blood gold for lies
Trade the truth for a thin disguise

Every handshake's just a deal in disguise
Every leader's just a puppet that complies

Men in black own the air we breathe
They cut the pie but they never leave
Fund the fire fuel the greed
They own it all they own the need

They write the scripts they stage the wars
From the highest towers to the factory floors
We’re all players in their endless scheme
Sold the nightmare called the dream

Men in Black

ASCENT II — THE ECHOES OF EVERY WOMAN I LOVED (Remastered)

Quiet Fire

Shades of the fall

BREAK IT

Some nights I feel the world
breathing through the cracks in me,
like time is folding
around the memories I tried to keep clean.
And I wonder
if every moment we survived
was just a quiet lesson
we didn’t know how to read.

This life
is a strange machine.
It turns our pain into meaning
long after we stop bleeding.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

I held my breath for years
waiting for the world to make sense,
but everything keeps changing
faster than the scars can settle in.
And maybe
we’re not meant to understand the structure,
only carry pieces of the story
that shaped us.

Maybe meaning
is just a reflection
we catch for a second
before it slips back into the dark.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

And if nothing here is certain,
why does it feel so real
when a moment breaks us open?
Why do we cling to details
that the universe forgets?
Maybe the smallest things
are the ones that stay.

There’s a quiet truth
that follows us like light.
We’re temporary bones
carrying infinite nights.
We fade,
but something in our wake remains.
The quiet truth is simple:
we are more than what we lose.

The quiet truth

sometimes we waste a lifetime
scratching at the same old wounds
like we’re afraid they’ll ever close

I keep remembering what I did wrong
again
and again
AND AGAIN
as if repeating my past could ever save me

I keep remembering the faces
that cut into me on purpose
the ones who walked away
with pieces of me still stuck in their hands

maybe that pain was never the end
maybe it was the doorway
I never wanted to walk through

THESE SCARS DIDN’T RUIN ME
THEY BUILT ME
I’m done apologizing
for the shape I took
to stay alive

Maybe if someone spared me once
I’d be too soft to live now
maybe if no one ever hurt me
I’d trust the wrong hands
and never wake up again

every betrayal
every disappointment
every night I thought I wouldn’t make it
they forged something in me
I didn’t understand back then

maybe every wound was architecture
maybe every cut was design

THESE SCARS DIDN’T BREAK ME
THEY ARMORED ME
I stand here
not healed
not holy
but functional aware unbreakable
in every place
I used to bleed

If life ever cleaned my past for me
I wouldn’t survive my present
if no one ever tried to bury me
I’d never learn how to dig myself out

I’m not here because I had it easy
I’m here because life hit me
and I hit back

THESE SCARS ARE NOT MY GRAVE
THESE SCARS ARE MY FOUNDATION
I don’t want them gone
I want them understood
I want them RESPECTED

because every wound
was a direction
every pain
was a blueprint
every loss
was a teacher

and somehow
all of this
built me

The scars that built me

I heard your voice
breaking through the midnight static
calling my name
like you were holding on by threads

You were honest
in a way you never were before
and I told you
tomorrow brother
tomorrow we’ll talk
get some sleep
it’ll be alright

But tomorrow never came
and neither did you
and that silence
never left my chest

If I knew
it was the last time
I would’ve driven through the night
I would’ve crossed every mile
to keep you here

Some goodbyes don’t sound like goodbyes
they sound like laughter
like call me tomorrow
like nothing is ending
until it does

So if someone calls you in the dark
answer
if someone needs you
go
don’t wait for the sun to rise
because sometimes
the night takes them first

You were brilliant
broken
full of fire and ruin
a man who felt everything
twice as hard as the world allowed

You tried to start again
chose a future
but the past
never stopped pulling at your sleeves

And if love alone could save you
you’d still be here

We don’t lose people
because we don’t care
we lose them
because we believe
we have more time
than we really do

Your last call
still rings in me
like a warning
like a prophecy

And every time I hear it
I swear
I won’t let tomorrow steal
what I can save today

So here’s to you brother
to the life you almost stayed for
to the road you didn’t finish
to the nights we’ll never get back

And to the lesson you left me with
don’t wait
don’t delay
don’t assume
don’t promise later

Because sometimes
later dies
in the same night
you say it

And somehow
your voice
still guides me
through the dark

The Last Night We Never Lived

I ran so far past all my lines
I tore the map that once was mine
Chasing goals that swallowed me whole
Trading every heartbeat just for control

I moved through fire when I cracked
Carrying a body I never got back
Halfway broken, halfway blind
But turning back felt like suicide

And every time I try to breathe
Another part of me must bleed
I see the mirror start to shake
I know exactly who will break

I burn my boundaries just to stand
I crush my soul with my own hands
I’m both the weapon and the wound
The voice that drives me to my doom
If I collapse before I rise
Let it be known when my heart dies
I wasn’t killed by fate or fear
But by the war I built in here

I’m tired of living razor-thin
Of carving purpose into my skin
Of breaking bones to hold a dream
That keeps erasing pieces of me

My pulse is fading into dust
My will is rust, my hope mistrust
But if I stop before the end
Everything shatters, nothing will mend

The enemy is wearing me
He knows my thoughts, he hides my grief
He whispers “more” when I can’t stand
He pulls the strings with my own hands

I burn my boundaries just to stand
I crush my soul with my own hands
I’m both the weapon and the wound
The voice that drives me to my doom
If I collapse before I rise
Let it be known when my heart dies
I wasn’t killed by fate or fear
But by the war I built in here

Maybe someday I’ll learn to say “enough”
Before the fall becomes too rough
Before the ones who held my light
Drown in the smoke of my endless fight

So I burn my boundaries once again
I drag my ghosts across the end
I am the fire and the ash
The silent scream behind the crash
If I collapse before I rise
Remember this when my heart dies
I wasn’t killed by pain or time
I was destroyed by my own climb

Burn My Boundaries

Dark rock

Melancholic fire. 

Two halves of the same soul.

Hope and rage. 

Light and shadow.



Dualism is the key.

This is Bullywave.

Enjoy the ride.

🖤

Burn My Boundaries

Bullywave

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