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Demons Awake

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Dont Chase The Grave

Shadows of Addictions

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[Intro]
This is for the ones who bleed in silence.
The ones who scream but no one hears.
The forgotten. The broken. The lost.

[Verse] 
I see the shadows where you hide your scars
Counting every reason you won’t make it far
You think you’re invisible, a ghost in the crowd
A silent disaster that no one talks about
But I know your name, I can feel your fight
You’re still breathing fire even late at night
And though your hands shake with the weight of the cost
You’re not forgotten, you are not lost

[Chorus]
This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

[Verse 2]
I know the poison that runs through your veins
The voices that whisper you’ll never change
I know the nights when the blade feels close
When the pain you carry hurts the most
But listen — the grave is not your home
And you don’t have to walk this path alone
Even in ashes, embers glow
Even in darkness, the light still grows

[Pre-Chorus]
Every scar you wear is a war you’ve survived
Proof that you’re still here, proof you’re alive

[Chorus]
This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

[Bridge]
If no one ever told you… hear it now…
You are loved when you can’t believe it
You are held when you can’t feel it
You are worth more than the lies you’ve been sold
Your story’s not done — it’s still being told!
YOU. ARE. NOT. LOST.

[Breakdown]
RISE UP — YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN FIRE
STAND TALL — YOUR LIFE IS MORE THAN DESIRE
(We won’t give in, we won’t let go!)
YOU ARE SEEN, YOU ARE KNOWN!

[Final Chorus]
This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

[Outro]
This is for you… the ones who bleed in silence…
You are not forgotten… you are not lost…

Letter to the Lost

Intro]  
Yeah, shadows creepin', heart racin' wild...  
Let's chase the void, no turnin' back now.  

[Verse 1]  
Streetlights flicker like nerves on edge,  
Mind's a maze, dodgin' ghosts in my head.  
Pills scatter floors, echoes of what I said,  
Chasin' ghosts that left me for dead.  
Fists clenched tight, knuckles white as bone,  
Screamin' at mirrors, claimin' my throne.  
Demons whisper sweet, pull me to the zone,  
But I flip the script, carve my name in stone.  
Rapid pulse, veins pumpin' fire,  
World spins vicious, feedin' the liar.  
I dodge the blade, turn pain to desire,  
Rise from the ash, set the night on a wire.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 2]  
Tick-tock bombs in my brain, explodin' chains,  
Runnin' lanes where the sane go insane.  
Flashback pains, rainin' acid on veins,  
I paint the stains, turn loss into gains.  
Crowd fades out, I'm solo in the storm,  
Norms deform, I morph into the swarm.  
Warm blood pours, floors slick with the torn,  
Born from scorn, reborn in the thorn.  
Quick flicks, tricks with the wick lit fast,  
Past haunts last, but I blast through the mask.  
Tasked with the clash, cash in on the gash,  
Sashay through the trash, leave 'em in the ash.  

[Interlude]  
Breathe... one... two... feel the pull?  
Void's callin', but nah, I ain't full.  
Echo: "You slippin'..." Nah, I'm the tool.  
*(synths swell back, tempo ramps)*  

[Verse 3]  
Nights bleed endless, threads of dread entwine,  
Mind's a minefield, steppin' fine on the line.  
Shine dimmed, primed for the grind divine,  
Recline? Nah, align with the spine.  
Whispers hiss like serpents in the mist,  
Fist to the twist, resist the abyss.  
Bliss in the risk, dismiss the dismiss,  
This is my list: conquer, enlist, persist.  
Hustle brutal, roots pull from the soil deep,  
Sleep? Creep on the weak, peak when they weep.  
Leap from the steep, reap what I keep,  
Sheep scatter cheap, I'm the shepherd elite.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 4]  
Echoes hollow, follow the swallow of sorrow,  
Tomorrow borrows from the marrow I borrow.  
Arrow straight, fate's gate I shatter narrow,  
Pharaoh flow, glow in the harrow.  
Barrow full of buried fury, hurry scurry,  
Blurry visions, decisions incision the jury.  
Worry? Flurry of glory, story gory but pure,  
Cure the lure, endure the manure.  
Snap: crack the back of the pack, attack intact,  
Fact: I extract the slack, counter the hack.  
Track marks dark, spark the arc, embark on the chart,  
Heart darts sharp, part the dark, start the art.  

[Bridge]  
What if the fall's just the call to ascend?  
Bend the end, friend to the wind, no pretend.  
Lend me your ear, fear's the thief in the den,  
Pen to the skin, win from within, amen.  

[Verse 5]  
Dawn cracks slow, glow from the low I know,  
Flow like a pro, sow what I grow in the snow.  
Blow the foe, toe to toe in the throe,  
Row against the current, fervent, alert, insert the glow.  
Curse the nurse that cursed the verse I nursed,  
Worse to first, thirst quenched in the burst.  
Dispersed the hearse, immersed in the verse,  
Rehearsed the worst, now I'm the curse reversed.  
Final sprint, print the hint in the flint strike,  
Like a psych, hike through the spike, no respite.  
Ignite the night, sight set on the height,  
Fight the blight, right the flight—eternal light.  

[Outro]  
Yeah... grip tight, ignite... we rise from the bite.  
Shadows retreat, heart beats—alive in the night.

Fallin Fast

Descend into the eerie haze of “The Talking Dead” a dark seance trap hip-hop ritual pulsing at 75-80 BPM. This track conjures a subterranean vibe with haunting trap beats, spectral synths, and slow-rolling bass that mimics the echo of ancient catacombs—perfect for invoking spirits without overwhelming the raw, introspective flow.
Lyrics delve into the disillusionment with the living dead: society sleepwalking through existence, filling heads with illusions while ghosts of the past reveal truths about power, greed, and elite deceptions. From seance circles channeling vengeful spirits to critiques of hegemony and monopoly, it’s a sonic exorcism urging you to resurrect the unfed parts of your soul amid shadows and tricks of the mind.
If you’re drawn to atmospheric hip-hop that blends occult vibes with social commentary—like a fusion of clipping.‘s experimental edge and early Travis Scott’s trap mysticism—light a candle and dive in. This ain’t just music; it’s a ceremony for the awake.
Lyrics snippet: “Lost hope in the living Everyone talking like they’re already dead. Too many y’all walking, talking, no meaning, That ain’t living If you never make it out your head. In the catacombs of your mind, Only you can find what was never fed.”
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The Talking Dead [Explicit]

Low fire, long breath.
Athanor hums in the chest.
Lampblack lungs, winter tongue,
watch the ash confess.

Solvet, softly,
Coagula blaze, but a patient kiln.
Soot to soap, guilt to lye,
let the cleansing in.

Soot marks the places my silence slept,
coal script under ribs where the frost was kept.
Old heat folded in iron skin,
a forge remembers where it’s been.
Salt is witness, smoke is vow,
mercury moves like a now within now.
I don’t beg the dark to go, I bid it melt,
stir the slag of what I felt.
Fuligo, fulcrum; pressure, poise,
quiet labor, fewer noise.
Not thunder, not spectacle, just breath and heat,
iron snow falling on the street.
Burn what you bore; smelt it to light,
fold and refold till temper is right.
Quench the blade in the truth you own:
if it cuts, it’s grown.

Through the sootfold I go, slow,
hands black, but the pulse aglow.
Little by little the soul will know:
even the dark can snow.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

I sift old names like cinders in a pan,
keep what warms, let go what never ran.
The bright melt hums where the chill once fed,
a whisper rising through what’s dead.
Alembic patience, drip by drip,
habit unthreads, old skin slips.
I unlearn the metal that loves my rust,
oil the hinge of a stubborn trust.
The sootfold taught me to hold the weight,
the dawngrain whispers: wait, just wait.
Heartfire flickers like straw in sun,
you don’t rush what must be done.
Not a sainted shine, not a spotless hymn,
just clean enough to begin again.

Lampblack to ink, ink to oath,
oath to breath, breath to growth.

Snow on the forge, and the hiss says stay,
every flake is a way to pray.
Not for a miracle, only a field,
where ash turns soil and the soil can yield.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

No crown, no stone, just knuckles and tone,
a steady metronome of bone on bone.
Burn what you bore, smelt it to light,
carry the small flame into night.
When the breath shows white and the road is thin,
open the door and walk back in.

Soot to soap.
Snow to hope.
Hand to heart.
Start.

sot and snow

Fallout

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