[Intro]
Static in the skybox
Channel 7 bleed through
Prophets in a group chat
Typing what the plagues do

[Verse 1]
Billboards read the verses
Written in return codes
Dead gods in the churches
Streaming from their old thrones
Halos made of plastic
Melt into the crosswalk
Every little warning
Pinned inside a soft lock

Scroll, scroll
See the flood in the forecast
Blood moon
Hidden in the screen glass
"End times" scribbled on the price tag
Clock hands glitchin’ in a freeze tag

[Chorus]
All the prophecies loading
Every error came true
Heavens crash like a program
Every angel falls through
Demons signing the papers
Punching in, past due
All the prophecies loading
Now they aiming at you

[Verse 2]
Angels in a layoff
Pink slips in a white robe
Boardroom in the sky
Got boarded like a light show
Thunder in the stock charts
Fire in the data
Demons in HR
Hiring for the labor

Steel boots stomp in the server farm
Pitchfork shine in the sprinkler fog
Whole world run by a bug-eyed boss
Laugh so loud make the planets cough

[Chorus]
All the prophecies loading
Every error came true
Heavens crash like a program
Every angel falls through
Demons signing the papers
Punching in, past due
All the prophecies loading
Now they aiming at you

[Bridge]
You saw it in the ashtray
You saw it in the text
You saw it in the power surge
Still you hit "next"

Heavens On Dial-Up

This album is a modern Macbeth told through attention, media, and systems rather than swords and blood.

Full album:  https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/macbeth-ii

Power no longer needs to kill in public. It persuades, reframes, waits, redirects.
Legitimacy is argued on screens. Violence is processed into language. Guilt doesn’t stain hands — it loops in private, as numbers, feeds, notifications that won’t settle.

The first half charts ascent: prophecy as feedback, certainty masquerading as destiny, shortcuts justified in advance. Meaning flips. Action feels inevitable. The crown arrives quietly.

The second half is aftermath. Sleep disappears. Allies become risks. Nothing explodes — everything persists. The real horror isn’t exposure, but attention that won’t move. The modern “damned spot” isn’t blood — it’s the fear that something will trend if you touch it, deny it, explain it, or even look away.

Lady Macbeth doesn’t collapse publicly. She vanishes privately.
The system continues.

Inspired by Macbeth, but set in a world of feeds, drill cadence, legitimacy theatre, and algorithmic consequence, MacTrump isn’t a satire or a portrait. It’s a diagnosis of how power now works — and how it fails without ever being punished.

What’s done doesn’t trend.

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Mercutio leaves early (Romeo and Juliet)
https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/mercutio-leaves-early



Enemies Everywhere

EDEN - End Credits (Live - Acoustic)

EDEN - XO  (Extended Version) (Live on Periscope)

Jonathon's old cover from The Spab Project

download the zip here: http://www.mediafire.com/file/6zbeeu4t6f8q598/THE+SPAB+PROJECT.zip

The Spab Project - after the storm

Love Songs Feat. Young Rising Sons

written, produced, and recorded by erkead.

the point is that theres no spark.

Spark

My first single only change

Tell your friends x

Only Change

only change

thank u for listening i love u all xoxo

Written by emoceans

Produced by ocean beats

Mixed by emoceans & Sensativ

over now

I love you brother, and will always have you in my heart. This is all for you now.

1/1 (Josin's Song)

Make sure your friends are okay.

My Friend

i made all these songs in my bedroom.

mgmt@erkead.com