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i was inspired by the New Orleans street funeral to create this. I've tried to emulate the same structure, with the first sad, mournful section eventually leading to a joyous and ecstatically frenzied celebration of thanks to the spirits for the life of the Deceased.

Jazz Funeral

"Ballroom of Deceit" is my cry of outrage — a lament for truth, history, and decency buried under the rubble of corruption.
Trump said it “wouldn’t touch” the East Wing. He lied AGAIN. Now the White House — the People’s House — bleeds dust and memories while the wrecking claws tear through centuries of American heritage. All so one man could build himself a monument of ego: a golden ballroom for his own reflection. 

This isn’t just about architecture. It’s about arrogance.

About the hungry going unfed, the sick untreated, the poor ignored — while taxpayers’ money is burned for self-glorification. It’s about erasing history to build a lie. 

“Ballroom of Deceit” isn’t just a song — it’s a requiem for the truth. For every promise shattered, every voice silenced, every soul disgusted by what’s being done in our name. May the music remember what greed is trying to destroy. 

💥 Let the walls shake. Let the truth rise.


LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
He swore the walls would stand untouched,
Just shadows near the light,
But cranes are clawing history,
Through the hollow of the night.
Marble ghosts are crying out,
From the dust beneath our feet,
Truth lies buried with the stones,
And justice knows defeat. 

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He said it wouldn’t touch the heart,
But the cracks run deep inside—
In gilded halls of vanity,
The truth itself has died. 

[Chorus 1]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on the bones of a promise betrayed.
The echoes of truth, drowned in the beat,
Of lies that the faithful parade.
History fades under glitter and glass,
And we pay for the sins of the past.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the ghosts of the people still weep. 

[Verse 2]
They said it wouldn’t cost a dime,
Yet taxpayers bleed once more,
While hunger grows in city streets,
And children beg at broken doors.
The sick still wait for healing hands,
As mansions rise for kings,
And classrooms crumble into dust,
While greed builds golden wings. 

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He said it wouldn’t take from us,
But we’re the ones who pay—
Each dollar burned in arrogance,
Could’ve saved a soul today. 

[Chorus 2]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where opulence buries the pain.
The hungry cry beneath his feet,
While he dances in disdain.
History bleeds from a painted smile,
And truth is sold by the mile.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the people’s dreams retreat. 

[Verse 3]
They raze the walls of memory,
To carve his name in stone,
A monument to vanity,
A kingdom of his own.
The echoes of the East Wing fall,
Like prayers that go unheard,
Each shattered pane a testament,
To every broken word. 

[Bridge]
If greed had a heartbeat, it would sound like this—
Pounding over reason, drowning innocence.
Every brick a bullet, every dollar a sin,
When power feasts, the people grow thin.
Can’t you hear the ghosts still calling?
“Give back what was never yours.” 

[Chorus 3] 
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the chandeliers drip shame.
You can gild the rot beneath your feet,
But it still reeks just the same.
History weeps in a minor key,
While the nation pays the fee.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on arrogance, lies, and greed. 

[Outro]
So dance, oh king of ruin, dance—
Your mirror lies to you tonight.
When the dust of your empire settles,
Only truth will stand in light.
And the ballroom falls—
To quiet.

Ballroom of Deceit

[ Hypergiant ] DYB

90s Atmospheric Intelligent Jungle . low-poly mix 

Velo-City

Our 50th NOWN release is a collection of selected tracks from previous years.

reNOWNed

Repeat and Repair (VUKS Retouch)

Tom Doux - Repeat and Repair (VUKS Retouch)

Concrete Jungle

Inner

This song is a little moment of magic from the heart of autumn, when the fields turn gold and the harvest moon feels almost alive. It’s about standing in those glowing wheat fields and letting the night wrap around you, feeling the moonbeams touch you like they’re trying to tell you something. 

It’s about listening to the whispers in the trees, the stories the wind carries, and the way the world glows when the moon hangs heavy and bright. It’s that in-between place where nature feels spiritual — where everything looks simple on the surface but somehow fills you with emotion you can’t quite explain. 

This song is me trying to capture that feeling… the wonder, the mystery, and the quiet beauty of a harvest night, when it all feels a little more real and a little more magical.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Golden fields are calling
Calling to me now
I hear them softly falling
Like the sun lets go somehow 

[Prechorus]
And the moon is hanging high
Harvest in my eye 

[Chorus]
Harvest moonbeams are you real
Tell me what I need to feel
Spinning like a golden wheel
Harvest moonbeams make it real 

[Verse 2]
Fields of wheat are glowing
Blowing in the breeze
Secrets they are knowing
Whispering through the trees 

[Prechorus]
And the moon is hanging high
Harvest in my eye 

[Chorus]
Harvest moonbeams are you real
Tell me what I need to feel
Spinning like a golden wheel
Harvest moonbeams make it real

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