Reste Dure

https://on.soundcloud.com/3USQQ0tM6dSXNsHamI by IR1S @ir1s_2024

I leave all my lucid dreams
to the symbols of Jungian myths,
so they may weave a denser web
before the next spiritual step.

I leave all my past mistakes
to the deadly Medusa snakes,
so they calm Zeus's daughter,
giving her the role of mother.

I would like to travel in time
to ancient people's shrines,
to relive their glorious past
the bygone values we've lost.

I leave my beloved black shoes
to the bold bearers of good news,
to retrace the paths of lost art
in the depths of the human heart.

I leave behind my dark masks
for pale faces fading in the dusk,
so they can tell their bitter lies,
choosing the colors of their ties.

J'aimerais voyager dans le temps,
dans la splendeur de ces moments,
revivre un passé glorieux,
les anciennes valeurs précieuses.

I would like to travel in time
to ancient people's shrines,
to relive their glorious past
the bygone values we've lost.

IR1S @ir1s_2024

ShAnkAri touch - ShAnkAri prod. 

IR1S - Holographic thoughts (ShAnkAri touch)

Profondo Nero

DK-I WANNA GO HOME

DK-VENTING

risk (prod. grayskies)

This song is a haunting exposé set against the backdrop of Donald Trump’s carefully staged wedding — where flashbulbs masked the truth and Epstein lingered just out of frame. I wrote it to confront the disturbing friendship Trump has worked so hard to erase, the smiles and guest lists that history now reexamines with chilling clarity. It’s about the ghosts he pretends not to know, the evidence hidden in plain sight, and the way denial can’t cleanse the rot beneath the glamour. No golden tower, no velvet rope, no lawsuit can silence the truth forever — because every photo still bleeds… in the frame.

https://www.comicsands.com/trump-epstein-wedding


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Flashbulbs lie, they never told
A shadow walked where secrets grow
In white and gold, the Plaza’s glow
You smiled for cameras you now disown
A ghost in the corner of your perfect day
History whispers in black-and-gray

[Pre-Chorus]
Silent names on the velvet rope
Dancing with devils in fur and hope

[Chorus]
Your guest list is bleeding
Underneath the chandeliers
Every frame is screaming
The truth you tried to disappear
No vows can cover the rot inside
Your empire of shame, your haunted bride

[Verse 2]
He signed his name in the wedding night
A phantom grin in the camera light
Paper trails, a burning lie
No golden tower can scrape the sky
The tapes resurface, the headlines bite
Your skeletons waltz in the morning light

[Pre-Chorus]
Silent names on the velvet rope
Dancing with devils in fur and hope

[Chorus]
Your guest list is bleeding
Underneath the chandeliers
Every frame is screaming
The truth you tried to disappear
No vows can cover the rot inside
Your empire of shame, your haunted bride

[Verse 3]
Denials rise like smoke and ash
You sue the mirror for looking back
Every doodle, every card
Is evidence carved in a guilty heart
History waits in the courthouse hall
Your friends don’t answer when justice calls

[Bridge]
Shutter clicks like a guillotine
Memory sharp as a crime scene
What you buried now takes flight
Every photo frame testifies tonight

[Chorus]
Your guest list is bleeding
Underneath the chandeliers
Every frame is screaming
The truth you tried to disappear
No vows can cover the rot inside
Your empire of shame, your haunted bride

[Chorus]
Your guest list is bleeding
Underneath the chandeliers
Every frame is screaming
The truth you tried to disappear
No vows can cover the rot inside
Your empire of shame, your haunted bride

[Outro]
Flashbulbs fade, but the ghosts remain
Every wedding bell tolls your name
Your guest list bleeds… in the frame

The Guest List (Buried in the Photos)

A sweet little tune based on the poem "The Perfect Woman" by William Wordsworth.

Lumina

DK-MAYBE I LIKE THE PAIN

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

DK-SICK OF SUFFERING

DK

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