Grateful Heart

Why are emotions so hard to decipher

From Shadows to Light

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You’ve entered the sequence.
Each track is a mirror — what you hear depends on what you bring.
Same face. Same name. Different fate.
There are no random songs here — only messages chosen for you.
If it reaches you, it was meant for you.


Pumped Up Kicks- JohnE

Star Fracture

Heartbeat skipping like a scratched CD…
Can’t stop it… can’t calm it…
Thoughts circling like they’re hunting me…

I feel the pressure crawling up my throat again,
Like every word I swallowed wants to pour out where it’s been.
Hands shaking, mind pacing, breathing out of sync,
I try to quiet down but my heartbeat doesn’t blink.

Raised in a house where silence meant “watch out,”
So now every quiet moment feels like something to doubt.
My chest gets tight, and the walls get thin,
Panic running circles underneath my skin.

Thoughts crash fast, no brakes on the track,
Every memory hits like it wants to attack.
I try to stand still but the floor starts to tilt,
My body keeps reacting to a world I didn’t build.

Feel it rising… feel it flood…
No escape… it’s in my blood…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
My panic mouth fires every fear I lack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
Can’t cage the feelings, they burst and blur.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Yeah, I talk too fast ’cause my brain won’t slow,
Every thought’s a lightning strike looking for somewhere to go.
Therapist says “breathe,” but the breath gets stuck,
Feels like fear’s got my lungs wrapped tight in a clutch.

Every argument I start is just a reflex shake,
A reaction to the echoes that I can’t unmake.
People think I’m overthinking for the thrill of the chase—
But panic’s not a habit, it’s a survival place.

I’m scared of the silence, scared of the wait,
Scared of what memories might detonate.
Every loud room feels like drowning in sound,
Every quiet one feels like danger inbound.

Feel it rising… feel it roar…
No calm… not anymore…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
Every fear fires fast when I feel attacked.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I choke on the thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
My panic mouth speaks before my brain converts.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Breath on the edge…
Heart in a cage…
Mind full of storms…
Body on stage…

Voices collide…
No place to hide…
Panic inside…
Won’t subside…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
I’m trying to breathe but I’m under attack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
This panic mouth speaks before I rehearse.
“Fear in my throat, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time
I open my mouth.

PANIC MOUTH

Do It Scared

Love Confession

Overthinking

This is the very first and original version of "I Fought With The Devil Once... And Lost."

I Fought With a Demon Once... And Lost (Original Version)

"I'll be your dark-horse candidate."

Mixing everything I love most, from CHH, Rap, Hip-Hop, Synthwave, Electronic, Harmonic and more. My style is more on the deranged, sad, spooky and sinister side. It's where I thrive the most and feel most comfortable. Some things come from personal experience and watching others around me. The rest comes from my imagination.

I like writing lyrics and putting together music as a side hobby because it's fun. I Hope you enjoy the ride.

😈 You can also find my music on Spotify and Youtube 🔥

I Fought With a Demon Once... And Lost (Original Version)

Ebon's Blade