Name: Recipe For Disaster by Devorah
Duration: 4 min 4 s
Description: A house track about leaving someone you love to their own devices.

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FuckEmDance

The daily grind is suffocating. We're all fed up with  silencing our frustrations (or "pushing down the weight"). This track ignites a fire within - it's time to scream out against the system (or "demand change from those in power"). We won't be ignored any longer. Rise up and fight!  WITNESS THE FIRE!  Let me know what part resonates with you most in the comments.

Witness The Fire

db3/ the names of the messiah/track2
WEEK4
6(CONFLICT): CALIFORNIA

VERSE:

(get rich get the bag)

on a real g

they wanna kill me
u-uh
motherfuckers pray
Kiluminati
Kiluminati

15 motherfuckers on a real g
Thye wanna kill me
They wanna beat me

The game is over

Pray motherfuckers

On a real g
They wanna kill me they wanna beat me
The game is over
motherfuckers pray
Killuminati the name of the clic

15 motherfuckers On a real g
They wanna kill me they wanna beat me
The game is over
motherfuckers, pray
Killuminati the name
(kiluminati)

written by hal maschiach/king messiah
prod by didrich
mastered n mixed by did rich
reap3r gvng, ohio 

maria duluoz - neon album

k2messiah

6th Installment 2 My Diss 2 Wack MCs(Rappers).

No Wack MCs 6/Savin Myself

This is a song about the dark side of the music industry.

Dance For Your Life

A house track about leaving someone you love to their own devices.

Recipe For Disaster

A track that explores passion and longing.

Fight For Your Love

Devon

Lyrics:

Waiting room clock chews glass,
Hand sanitizer, winter on my hands.
A plastic cup with my smudged initial,
A vending coin that won’t go in.
They call our number; the room grows narrow,
The doctor’s shoes are soft, the words are hard.
Photographs like snow in black,
My mouth forgets the way to speak.

I swallow a sea,
Count to four till my chest finds me.
Your hand in mine—too small, too brave;
I’ll be the wall, I’ll be the wave.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
How to carry a universe that won’t make sense.
When all the world is a beep in a white, small room,
My child—I’m your drum, I’m your defense.
If night folds tight around every breath,
I’ll light each candle this world has left.
I cannot win—but I can stand;
My child, I’m here—until the end.

Tape and plastic, a sun on the glass,
Crayon stars where the daylight can’t pass.
Your hat with rockets, your patient grin,
A sticker astronaut on the IV pin.
I learn to talk with my eyes alone,
Map your days like stepping stones.
I never say the blackened word—
Just “we keep the sky low; we keep our world.”

I count your pulse,
I count myself—numbers blur to rust.
You close your eyes; I make a vow:
I’ll carry you through every hour now.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
How to carry a universe that won’t make sense.
When all the world is a beep in a white, small room,
My child—I’m your drum, I’m your defense.
If night folds tight around every breath,
I’ll light each candle this world has left.
I cannot win—but I can stand;
My child, I’m here—until the end.

A knit cap that smells like home,
a chipped mug that remembers hands,
a bus timetable folded in a pocket like hope,
how a midnight beep can become a psalm,
how a whisper can hold a house.

If higher powers count the stars,
I’ll count your sleep—breath after breath.
If meaning chooses not to speak,
Let my silence sing for both of us.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
But look—your eyes still set a flame.
If all we have is a beep in a white, small room,
I’ll be your drum and speak your name.
And if you have to travel before I do,
I’ll be the road that carries you.
I cannot win—but I’ll stand true;
My child, I’m here—inside of you.
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Track: White Rooms
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Daniel Espinoza
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

White Rooms - Feat. Daniel Espinoza

We are dead,
Dancing free.
No more weight,
No gravity.

No more clocks,
No more pain.
All our loss
Turns to gain.

We are dead,
And you’ll be too, soon.
Real soon.
So soon.

It feels so good,
Nothing left to lose.
Real soon.
So soon.

We are dead,
Singing loud.
No more shame,
No dark cloud.

No more clocks,
No more pain.
All our loss
Turns to gain.

We are dead,
And you’ll be too, soon.
Real soon.
So soon.

It feels so good,
Nothing left to lose.
Real soon.
So soon.

Come and join,
We’ll make room.
Everyone
Meets it soon.

We are dead,
And you’ll be too, soon.
Real soon.
So soon.

It feels so good,
Nothing left to lose.
Real soon.
So soon.


We are dead and you'll be too, soon (Synth Pop reload)

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Recipe For Disaster

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