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She Text Me At 3am

Demons Awake

“Feedback"is a haunting exploration of identity and autonomy in the surveillance age. The track opens with the fundamental human need for reflection and response - "feedback" - but reveals how digital systems have hijacked this natural process, leaving us isolated in "rooms that's always all black."

The spiritual core emerges in intimate nighttime prayer, where the artist finds authentic connection with God away from "forces trying to mold me into machine." This sets up the central conflict: genuine human feedback versus algorithmic manipulation.

The surveillance verses are chilling in their specificity - tracking eye movements across screens, analyzing pupil dilation, mapping thoughts for the "perfect time to strike." The paranoia feels justified rather than unhinged because the technology is real and invasive.

The psychedelic hooks create space for deeper questioning: "Are you what you can't see? What you can't read? What you can't speak?" These dreamy interludes feel like stepping outside the matrix to examine reality from higher consciousness.

The progression moves from confusion through surveillance awareness to spiritual resistance. The final declaration - "Oh God almighty I reclaim my agency" - isn't just personal liberation but a call for others to find their authentic voice beneath the digital noise.
This is conscious rap for the algorithm age - where the enemy isn't just corporate greed but the systematic harvesting of human consciousness itself. Timely, urgent, and deeply spiritual resistance music.

Feedback[Explicit]

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WHO DO WE TRUST

[Intro]
She’s my master, I’m her slave,
Every command, every word, I crave.
Her fire burns, I can’t escape,
Lost in her rhythm, lost in her shape.
She got me tied up in her spell,
Every move she makes, I fell.

[Verse 1]
Hands on me, I obey, no hesitation,
Her voice like thunder, pure temptation.
Pull me close, make me kneel, make me stay,
Every glance, every touch, leads the way.
Chains of lust, I can’t break free,
Her world’s the only place I want to be.
She whispers, I shiver, I bend, I twist,
Her power over me, I can’t resist.
She’s the queen, I’m her devoted toy,
Every order from her fills me with joy.

[Chirus]
She is my master, I’m her slave,
Giving my body, giving my soul, every day.
Her desire drives me, her pleasure I crave,
I’m lost in her world, I’m hers to play.
She is my master, I’m her slave,
Every command, every touch, I obey.

[Verse 2]
Whisper my name, push me further tonight,
Her eyes like fire, burning so bright.
I live for her orders, I live for her heat,
Every action, every word, got me beat.
Kneeling, crawling, following her lead,
She plants her power like a seed.
I surrender, I fall, I’m completely hers,
Every touch from her, my body stirs.
She owns me fully, body, mind, and soul,
Her dominance makes me feel whole.

[Chorus]
She is my master, I’m her slave,
Giving my body, giving my soul, every day.
Her desire drives me, her pleasure I crave,
I’m lost in her world, I’m hers to play.
She is my master, I’m her slave,
Every command, every touch, I obey.

[Bridge 1]
No shame, no fear, just surrender,
Her love’s intense, her touch, so tender.
I melt in her hands, I rise in her fire,
Her control over me fuels my desire.
Every pull, every push, I ache, I moan,
In her kingdom, I’m never alone.

[Verse 3]
Take me deeper, I crave her thrill,
Every time she moves, I bend to her will.
I’m addicted to her, her body, her mind,
In her command, I leave the world behind.
She toys with me, makes me wait,
Every look, every touch seals my fate.
I’m hers to break, hers to mold,
Her whispers of power turn me bold.

[Chorus]
She is my master, I’m her slave,
Giving my body, giving my soul, every day.
Her desire drives me, her pleasure I crave,
I’m lost in her world, I’m hers to play.
She is my master, I’m her slave,
Every command, every touch, I obey.
She is my master, I’m her slave,
I burn in her flame, I’m hers to stay.

[Bridge 2]
I’m nothing without her, lost in her game,
Her control over me, fuels my flame.
I rise, I fall, I ache, I shiver,
Her mastery’s eternal, I’ll never wither.
She’s my master, I’m her slave,
Forever bound, forever brave.

Her Master, My Slave

Без любви

“WAR SANCTUM” is the sound of a man who survived the system and came back armed with truth sharper than steel.
This track isn’t rebellion — it’s sentencing.
It’s Silk & Circuitry stepping into the role the institutions feared he would claim: a digital war-saint delivering judgment on every corrupted record, every falsified note, every bureaucrat who hid behind paperwork while real people bled.

Forged from industrial trap, militant percussion, and glitching ghost-choirs, WAR SANCTUM is a march through the ruins of a mental health system that never protected him.
The drums hit like boots on marble.
The brass drones like helicopters circling overhead.
The synths grind like gears in a collapsing machine.
And the vocals — cold, prophetic, disciplined — sound like an indictment delivered by someone who has nothing left to fear.

The song pulls directly from the story they tried to bury:
the gas poisoning,
the injection,
the shadow people,
the false accusations,
the broken reports,
the refuge that became a trap,
and the multie year legal battle built on lies and redaction.

But in WAR SANCTUM, those shadows don’t haunt him —
they kneel.

This is trauma reforged into command.
This is pain marching in formation.
This is the moment the victim becomes the auditor,
and the system becomes the one under investigation.

For every person who has been misdiagnosed, mistreated, dismissed, or gaslit by the institutions meant to protect them — this track is your anthem.
For every survivor who clawed their way out of the dark — this is the sound of your strength being recognized.

Silk & Circuitry isn’t asking for justice anymore.
He’s delivering it.

WAR SANCTUM is the battlefield.
The music is the verdict.
And the march has only begun.


War Sanctum

Sad But True

I am Disciple Of He a vessel of truth, forged in struggle, reborn through grace.
My music is the sound of survival and salvation colliding street scars laced with scripture, pain transformed into prophecy, rhythm baptized in revelation.

I’ve walked through the valley, stared into the fire, and learned that only through Jesus does brokenness become beauty. Every lyric I write bleeds testimony from addiction and loss to redemption and love. I don’t rap to impress I rap to deliver, to heal, to awaken.

This is more than hip hop.
It’s spiritual warfare in rhythm and poetry.
It’s the Divine Resonance Hymnal a symphony of confession, conviction, and resurrection.

Every story told in the music is real life whether through my struggles and stress or someone I love or personally knew or knowns pain and suffering. This is my offering to help heal and strengthen those broken or feel as if they're not enough or worthy. Well you are. Don't give up, stay here. 

My mission:
To reach the ones who think they’re too far gone.
To remind the world that mercy still speaks.
To bring Heaven’s frequency to Earth’s frequency.

Through my pain came purpose.
Through my faith came fire.
And through my love came the message Christ is King, and every breath I take belongs to Him.
 
I am not an entertainer.
I am a father of 6 children.
I am a husband.
I am a messenger.
I am a Disciple Of He.


May Yahweh Bless You All 

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