One of the best songs i have heard in forev

ALL I GOT

A bank teller flees the town of Wallsocket after being exposed for embezzling money from his clientele for over a decade.

Cops and robbers

Lethal

S*nny’s gets diagnosed with a rare disease and interprets it as a warning from God.

Wallsocket

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Stare At The Sun

Hearth Room

Marigold

Boys

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written + performed by 8485 + @danny-brown-official
produced by @doin-fine
mixed + mastered by @inabobbieworld


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G.I.R.L. [+Danny Brown]

Text:
Verse 1
In the shadows of forgotten fields
They plant the white petals of our fears.
A golden bloom for a dollar’s yield —
But what grows rich is not always deer.

They say it’s tradition, they call it survival,
A trade spun from broken trust.
But under the moons and the desert’s rival,
It’s the blood of dreams turning into dust.

Pre-Chorus
Eimer, Blech, Trommeln im Wind —
die Erde weint, doch sie bleibt blind.
Shaker zittert, die Triangel klingt,
während jemand sein Reich in der Dämmerung ringt.

Chorus
Opium kingdoms — built on pain,
Empires made from our tears and rain.
They sell nightmares, they buy our sighs —
while innocent souls pay the price.
Opium kingdoms — who holds the crown?
While the fields bloom red, the poor drown.

(solo)

Verse 2
From Kabul roads to distant shores,
the wealth of sorrow flows disguised.
A hidden war, in silent scores,
where power feeds and truth dies.

We’re shaking hands and breaking hearts,
while the poppy’s promise clouds the sky.
The rich get richer, but who imparts
the cost of each winded lullaby?

Bridge (mit Frauen-Chor, sacraler Klang)
Oh, in the haze of the rising sun,
hear the whisper of souls undone.
Triangel rings, the drums remain,
for every seed sown in blood and pain.

(solo)

Final Chorus
Opium kingdoms – built on pain,
Empires made from our tears and rain.
They whisper "peace" with a poisoned tongue,
while the future bleeds, and the bells are hung.
Opium kingdoms — who holds the crown?
In the fields of sorrow, the innocent drown.

Outro (tiefer Rap-Stimme + Chor)
We see you, in the petals of greed.
We pray for the day when your harvest is seed —
seed for a better tomorrow, not a richer sorrow.

Opium Kingdoms

[Verse] At night the door opens A whisper that never finds comfort The walls breathe slowly The air smells of iron and something strange [Chorus] Room three hundred six Where time bends and you're never in trouble Room three hundred six A dream that begins but never ends [Verse 2] Carpets that dance lost shadows Mirrors that speak Silent voices The hallway narrows It spreads A smile that freezes the acorns [Prechorus] Welcome dear guests Here no one has schedules [Chorus] Room three hundred six Where the world stops and you never return to her Room three hundred six The key turns But it also locks your gods [Bridge] The stairs go up Then dissolve The elevator goes down But it doesn’t solve anything Every door an invitation Every bed an abyss On the ceiling a sinister compromise is written

Do not open that door!

The door of Room three hundred six

Room three hundred six

“Build the Sky” is an anthem forged from wreckage — a declaration that if the world won’t give you a place to stand, you build one yourself. This track rises from the bones of everything meant to break us. Every scar becomes scaffolding. Every failure becomes a brick. Every betrayal becomes another rung in the climb out of the valley.

This song is about the kind of resilience that isn’t polite or pretty — the kind you earn when you’ve been buried deep enough to taste the dirt. It’s about taking the weight of your past and stacking it higher than the people who put it there. It’s about building a tower so tall that when you finally stand at the edge, there’s no going back… only wings.

Silk & Circuitry channels raw survival into a cinematic, defiant, alt-trap sound. Driving drums, atmospheric pads, distorted synths, and orchestral swells collide beneath a vocal performance shaped by grit and rebirth. The chorus turns into a rallying cry:
“Stack the hurt, brick after brick, ’til hurt becomes the sky.”

This track is for anyone who’s climbed out of a place they were never meant to escape. For anyone who turned trauma into architecture. For anyone who jumped — not because they wanted to fall, but because they finally deserved to fly.

Welcome to the tower.
Welcome to the skyline we built ourselves.
This is the sound of wings breaking through bone and becoming something holy.



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