This is a version with more emphasis on the kick drum and with an additional kick drum sound.

How The Mech Defeated The Kaiju - More Kick Drum Mix

[Verse]
Woke up late shoes untied
Coffee cold but I’m alive
Mirror cracked but I still shine

[Chorus]
It’s fuckin’ awesome yeah it is
No plan no map just what this is
Turn it up and let it fizz
It’s fuckin’ awesome

[Verse 2]
Broken clock still ticks loud
Lost my keys but found my crowd
Life’s a mess and I’m so proud

[Prechorus]
We got no script no rules
Just fools with broken jewels

[Chorus]
It’s fuckin’ awesome yeah it is
No plan no map just what this is
Turn it up and let it fizz
It’s fuckin’ awesome

[Bridge]
Dancing on a table falling through the floor
Breaking all the windows kicking down the door
We don’t care what’s next we just want more

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it´s F***in´Awesome

I'm So Numb - song about struggling with life
https://www.tiktok.com/@hollywoodpkr
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7yM5jH3ytahItsh6eRieYP

Im So Numb

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Watch the 📹Video: https://youtu.be/PhE7afina30👈
Lyrics interpretation, here: https://beatingedge.blogspot.com/2025/08/vacant-stares-interpretation-of-lyrics.html
Here we are with our last track of the month.
Lately, Carl @thebeautifuldark has been working on some important projects to raise awareness about the indiscriminate use of AI in the world of art. This track came from deep conversations between us, exploring themes of identity, authenticity, and the growing trend of music that’s “AI-made” but never truly felt or played.

Vacant Stares is a cryptic, cult-like vision of a digital future, where prompters replace creators, and artistic expression is reduced to hollow commands.
Blank stares. Selfish prayers. Fake songs for simulated feelings.
This track is a warning. A question. A reversed ritual.
It asks you: who are you, when you no longer use your own voice?

The song is divided into two parts:

Beating Edge's part:
It’s gothic, cinematic, full of ritualistic and unsettling imagery. The atmosphere evokes abandoned temples, secret cults, carved symbols… with that sense of existential disorientation like “they’re initiating me into something but I don’t know what.”
It feels like a lucid nightmare or a hallucination induced by an intelligence simulating spirituality.
Carl’s part:
More brutal, direct, anti-establishment. Almost a rap/spoken-word poem loaded with accusations towards those who use AI in a sterile, heartless way. “Selfish prayers / Fake / Unfair” hit like punches in the gut in just four words. It’s the awakening from hypnosis.

Let’s reflect! And use AI as a tool to amplify art, not to replace it!
Love you all!🫶

Lyrics:

(Tom)

Veil of whispers, carved in stone
Guiding hands, but I'm alone
Golden masks and hollow eyes
Chanting words that crystallize

Candles flicker, shadows climb
Marble echoes bend through time
Steps resound in hollow halls
Silent lips behind the walls

And they move like ghosts through the fevered air
With their silver robes and their vacant stares
Do I kneel, do I run, do I play along?
Or is this the place where I belong?

Smoke is rising, threads unwind
Painted symbols twist my mind
Fingers trace the silent vow
No way back, it's over now

And they move like ghosts through the fevered air
With their silver robes and their vacant stares
Do I kneel, do I run, do I play along?
Or is this the place where I belong?

A voice like thunder in my head
Tells me secrets left unsaid
A crimson door, a silver knife
A choice to stay or trade my life

Lights go dim, the world dissolves
A hollow chant, a fate evolves
In the mirror, I can't see
Is that me, or what's left of me?

(Carl - The Beautiful Dark)

Vacant stares
Selfish prayers
Fake
Unfair

Unnatural wear
Expressionless
Ghost digital smile
Simulated pain
You making fake dog pile

Guesses pluggs in
Self matrix is made
Showing young kids
Their artist mind grave

Not on our watch
Sing your own feeling
Talk your reflections
Save children's true meanings

Feeding them new
They'll amplify this
They'll stay plugged out
All now's reminisce

Prompters, have that reckoning
With fake thoughts you feeding

Respect the souls of past inspire
Their spirit will help you transcend the mire

Vacant Stares

Official Music Video

A Kismet is an Anagram of Mistake

Catch Me If You Dare

Glass Jaw, Gold Voice is Willa’s origin story told in bruises, ballads, and battle cries. Across ten genre-blending tracks, she turns vulnerability into voltage—singing through heartbreak, betrayal, and survival with a voice that’s equal parts velvet and venom. The album is a cinematic journey through dimly lit clubs, rooftop confessions, and emotional warzones, where every lyric feels lived-in and every beat hits like a memory.
Willa doesn’t ask for sympathy—she demands recognition. Her verses are bar-heavy and sung with precision, weaving trap snares with orchestral swells, gospel echoes with industrial grit. From the defiant anthem “Velvet Glock” to the haunting closer “She Sang It First,” this album isn’t just a debut—it’s a declaration.
She’s not here to be saved. She’s here to be heard.


I Said What I Sang

The Mix of the Horn - Murillo ft M-eye

Get So Twisted

Guitar Q. feat. Qactus
Produced by Fozzie BX & Qactus

Guitar Q.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6yLF9j1i3LqKBjd0hgG40R?si=AnGqSeEiShCRClXqdbXGbA

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/datarift/1812226112

YouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UC99u0Cs9HK2lSEChjnvihYA?si=00L0OOW1UgwW1whF

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