Written and produced by Ÿashar
Mix by owdez & Ÿashar
Mastered by owdez

Lyrics: 

بعد این همه درد 
رفتی بی معرفت 
زدی این همه زخم 
کردی این تنو  طرد 
نکن این قلبو ترک 

توی سینم یخ زده
حالم از بد ، بدتره 
تو سرم فکر مسخره
کاش بی من نپره

الان کجایی ، با کی؟
یکم  صبر داشتی کاشکی
غریبه میشم فردا 
رفیقم میشن غمام
بگو شاید برگردی
ما یار بودیم از قدیم 
الان به فکره خنجری
چرا عوضی؟ 

سریع جمع میشه ساکت 
بودم اضافه بارت
تا تموم شد کارت 
چقدر بد شد ، ذاتت 

توی سینم یخ زده
حالم از بد ، بدتره 
تو سرم فکره مسخره
خلاص شم‌ با یه اسلحه

Chera!

We're all just runnin', but where do we go?
Buildin' our castles on foundations of woe
You say the bottle whispers secrets in the night
But those whispers turn to screams in the cold morning light
And I can feel the weight of a thousand eyes
Lookin' down from billboards in the open skies

Seems we're chasin' dreams that just ain't ours
You tell me tired's the heart that's lyin'
Then you feel that emptiness inside you's cryin'
And I can't see they're sellin' highs
Not the freedom that we're buyin'
I can’t see past the smokescreen lies

We're all just sellin', but what do we own?
Peddling pleasure while our sorrows have grown
You say the screen sells joy in high-def glare
But that joy disappears, just smoke in the air

And I can hear the chains of laughter tight
Clasped around souls in the neon night
Trapped in the grind, dollar signs in our minds
Spinning wheels in a race, just to stay in one line
But the truth, it burns through, in the still of the night
Saying life's more than a chase, more than hustle and strife
Cause we’re hungry for meaning, in this land of the free
But we're fed on illusions, that's the irony

Behind the bar's clink, where our worries all drown
We search for our peace in a pour or a round
You claim every shot can heal the soul's scars
But those bottle-born bandages won't get us far
And I can see the crowd of lost names
Marchin' in rhythm to the TV's game

Nancy Chisholm - Vices (Live)

Swing Me, Mister!

FR4CTURES is a raw meditation on the disjointed nature of the self—a soundtrack to the silent wars waged inside. It speaks to the fractures we carry: the versions of us that emerge depending on where we are in life, who we’re with, or what we’ve survived. At its core, the album is about the chaos of identity—how we split, shift, and adapt, sometimes just to make it through. It delves into solitude, the kind that deafens. Into addiction—not just to substances, but to patterns, to escape, to destruction. It doesn’t romanticize the fall, but it doesn't look away either. The album holds a mirror to the mess, the numbness, the feeling of being irreparably broken. And then, in the ash and debris, it finds something else: defiance. Not the kind born of confidence, but the kind scraped together from what's left. FR4CTURES is about using the very things that tried to shatter you as fuel. It's about stumbling forward, not because you're ready—but because you can't stay where you are. It’s survival as rebellion. Healing as a quiet refusal to disappear.

Fractures

Hard to Hold, Easy to Leave

✨ Step into a shimmering world of disco revival! This album brings back the golden age of dancefloors — where glitter ruled, basslines bounced, and Saturday night fever never ended.
💃 Inspired by legends like Donna Summer, Chic, Cerrone, and the Bee Gees, Back to the Groove blends vintage synths, funky grooves, and modern beats.
🎛️ Expect sultry vocals, analog arpeggios, punchy bass, lush pads, and irresistible claps — a perfect fusion of retro charm and fresh energy.

🪩 Whether you're here to dance, shine, or spin that mirrorball of memories — this is your soundtrack.

You you you

Kaddesh (Ash Koosha Rework)

Broadcasts from the veil.
Ritual trip-hop, ghost-code beats, and post-human poetry.
Signal lost — signal reborn.

Fractures

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