Long Gone (prod.GAXILLIC)

The sky over Kusho’s city hangs in grayscale—muted, digital clouds flickering like bad reception. He stands beneath a broken neon sign that once read “HOPE.” Now it just blinks “OP” every few seconds. Even the light has given up.


unjustified.

The city burns in pink neon haze. Kusho walks through it with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes—each flicker of laughter bouncing off the glass towers like bullets. The air smells like burnt data and regret. Somewhere behind his smirk, he’s falling apart, but he’s decided if he’s going to crumble, it’ll be loud.

Kuro’s voice lingers in his head, echoing from the deal he made as a child—You will never be loved, but they will all know your name.
And now they do. They just don’t know what it cost him.

Laugh at me.

The rain won’t stop. It never does here.
Kusho stumbles through the woods, soaked to the bone, breathless, and bleeding black from the wounds no one can see. Every cigarette he lights sputters out before the first drag. The healing’s stopped working. His deal’s unraveling.

He’s muttering to himself now—asking “Why am I alive?”
The forest doesn’t answer.
But the echoes do.

useless.

The storm’s not outside—it’s inside the house.
Kusho’s shelter, the one safe place he ever had, turns on him. The lights flicker with every raised voice. Every thunderclap is another flash of memory he doesn’t want to remember.

He’s back in the place he swore he’d never return to. The floorboards whisper when he steps on them—mocking him in voices that sound just like the people who used to love him. The demon’s voice, the one he met in “Useless,” has moved in.
And it’s wearing his father’s voice.

abuse.

The opening R&B melody isn’t peace—it’s numbness dressed as serenity. Kusho stands at the edge of a smoking battlefield. His coat’s torn, blood’s dried on his cheek, and the ash around him hums with ghosts that still remember their own screams. But the war’s over. And he’s the one still breathing.

The producer tag—“Echoless Void”—rings like an omen.
It’s the first time he acknowledges what he’s become: the echo left after everything else has stopped making sound.

tranquility.mp3

hyper pop track, I made it out of boredom while I work on the next ep.
stay tuned!
or don't. 
I mean, I did just tell you to forget me :P

lyrics:
Forget you
[Intro]
Eyes on your lips,
I watch them bleed.
Caramel eyes,
Disguised as bees.
I broke the hive,
So she broke me.
Now I'm lost,
Where will I be?
[Build up]
(I can-)
I can-
I can-
[Verse 1]
I can feel you breathing,
I can see you scheming.
You plan on killing me,
You do it so beautifully.
Tear me apart,
Like a scratched up vinyl, 
I can hear you crying,
Sounds so primal.
Victory is just for me,
Yet I still feel so empty.
I look at you,
You seem angry.

[Pre chorus]
I, Want, You, Now.

I, Need, Your, Help.

I, Am, So, Fucked, Up.

I, Can, Hear, You, Now.

[Chorus]
Fuck it, I forget you,
Put on some new shoes,
(Im done walking.)
Fuck it, I forget you.
It's all over the news.
(Dumb whore issues.)
Fuck it i forgive you,
Come back, new you,
(Only last a little while.)
Fuck it, I forgive you.
New flower, new bloom.
(I'm so sorry, I'm done trying.)

[Post chorus]
Dumb, Dumb,
Dummy dummy,
Dumb, whore.

[Verse 2]
Blank face,
(Dumb case.)
Stuck in,
(Your ways.)
You won't,
(Trust me.)
I tried,
(Doubt me.)
Let's try,
(Again.)
It's dumb,
(Again.)
I'm lost,
(Oh well.)
Don't you,
(Need help?)
I'm sad,
(Oh well.)
Make me cry.
(I'm so sad.)

[Pre chorus]
Take, A, Life,
Can you manage that?

Let's see, How you, Break,
Can you manage that?
[Final Chorus-Outro]
Fuck it, I forget you,
Put on some new shoes,
(Im done walking.)
Fuck it, I forget you.
It's all over the news.
(Dumb whore issues.)
Fuck it i forgive you,
Come back, new you,
(Only last a little while.)
Fuck it, I forgive you.
New flower, new bloom.
(I'm so sorry, I'm done trying.)
[Outro, fade out]
I'm so sorry…
Im done trying…
(Done trying…)
(Ing…)
(Ing…)






forget me, forgive you.

hard liquorice.hlp.m3

woah!
another drop?
yes.
also here's some lyrics.
love you guys :>
<3

[Intro, spoken]
Where'd I put that goddamn glitter…
Come on…
Ah, here it is.
Say cheese!
[Camera click]
…
[Hyperpop breakdown]
gl-gl-glitter!-
gli-gli-glitch!-
gl-gl-glitter!-
gli-gli-glitch!-
gl-gl-glitter!-
gli-gli-glitch!-
…
[verse 1]
D-d-dedicated to the vibe,
Where my inner thoughts reside,
You're my brain on glitter-cide,
Y-y-you're my brain on glitter-cide!
(I would rather die)
A-a-all the thoughts inside,
(S-s-scratch the scars.)
Look at all the fun!
(Th-th-they don't matter.)
The world is such a great place!
(L-l-lock them up!)

(That was all a lie.)
What about the waterside?
(I almost fucking died.)
What about the ceiling lights?
(Buzzing sine waves all damn night.)
What about the feeling last time?
(That girl kicked me in the bal-l-l-l.)

[Pre chorus]
Are you ok?
(I'm in pain.)
Im just fine.
(Please accept that lie.)
I don't need your help.
(Please see the lie.)
I'm done trying.
(Please come find me.

[Chorus]
Gl-gl-glitter on my scars!
(Make the blood sparkle!)
Pretty veins and pretty lies.
(That's how I create the vibe.)
Dark outfits, don't let me ride.
(Glitter down my cheeks.)
Makeup that's so clique.
(Drown out the…)
[Quick downtuned fade out, before fading back in full pressure]

Drown out all the agony.
I can feel it in my skin.
(You're just a burden.)
Glitter marks the scars.
(Maybe they can see them.)
I can find a struggle,
It hurts so much, 
When I fuck myself up.
(So stop getting help.)
They always lie to me.
I can see it in their eyes.
Pretty, pretty, petty lies.
I would rather die.
(Sparkling vomit, glitter-cide.)

[Verse 2]
This pa-pa-practiced feeling.
(What am I saying?)
I get lost in my he-he-all the fun…
(Is this my own voice?)
All the cracks in my ski-ski-ski-bicycle tire.
(What does that mean?)
I think they tried to censor me.

I tried to speak my mind,
But all the thoughts inside.
(Burned me up and cauterized.)
Now they don't want me.
They want all the sparkles,
Sprinkles…
and sparkles…
They want…
The sparkles…

[Bridge]
Am I ok?
(I feel broken.)
I am so lost.
(I am broken.)
I can find you.
(Will you help me?)
I tried asking.
(They will stop me.)

Past memories of agony and harmony. 
Cause that's the feeling i starved to beat.
Now I can, finally see.
I accept the- (pa-pa-pain…) -art that bleeds.

[Final chorus]
Gl-gl-glitter on my scars!
(Make the blood sparkle!)
Pretty veins and pretty lies.
(That's how I create the vibe.)
Dark outfits, don't let me ride.
(Glitter down my cheeks.)
Makeup that's so clique.
(Drown out the…)
[Quick downtuned fade out, before fading back in full pressure]

Drown out all the agony.
I can feel it in my skin.
(You're just a burden.)
Glitter marks the scars.
(Maybe they can see them.)
I can find a struggle,
It hurts so much, 
When I fuck myself up.
(So stop getting help.)
They always lie to me.
I can see it in their eyes.
Pretty, pretty, petty lies.
I would rather die.
(Sparkling vomit, glitter-cide.)






glitter coated pain.

Like being shaken by a car crash while drinking alcohol on the side as I watch myself fly through the air in slow motion.

guilty.

🎵 Echoless Void | Belle Fourche 
One-man sonic chaos: metal, alt-rock, and raw emotion. Crafting ghostly beats, haunting riffs, and songs that feel like staring into your own mind at 3 AM.
✨ “I look best when I’m a mess.”
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