Name: SYNTAX by GHOSTLABz
Duration: 5 min 21 s
Description: “Syntax is a neon-drenched cyber-banger straight out the matrix — glitchy code, heavy bass, and digital chaos colliding into a hypnotic flow. A track built for late-night hackers, ravers, and anyone tuned into the ghost in the machine.”

track from the upcoming album "THE 21" which is a collaboration of Alpha Sigma and Nameless

THE 21

DESTRUCTION

Shogun Elite - Planetary Warfare

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“Syntax is a neon-drenched cyber-banger straight out the matrix — glitchy code, heavy bass, and digital chaos colliding into a hypnotic flow. A track built for late-night hackers, ravers, and anyone tuned into the ghost in the machine.”

SYNTAX

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SwampStation X Indura - Malevolent Jester

john doe is back and already spittin' angelic hot fire. beat by super ego.

the gospel according to john doe (prod. by Super Ego)

Lyrics:

.28 (Chorus)
Black holes and stardust, I'm all of that as I move
Built up from nothing, so how the hell could I lose?
I'm trapped in this body but do as I choose
Think I'm the universe so hold on to the clues
 
.58 Verse 1
Sand in the grain, I am the same
Trapped in the flesh that is holdin my name
Life isn't bliss, but I would insist
Feelin that hurt is what makes it a gift
 
We are the stars and we are the glow
Born with a conscious so that we'll know
Fact that we breathe, fact that we see
Evidence of a seed that was sewn
 
The beginning of time, maybe divine
Invention, bent it - creating your mind
Maybe the empty just opened the blinds
Maybe we 'are' without a design
 
Maybe the limits only as far as gimmicks from a timid system
Know that I'm more than the sum of my parts, but its hard for me to list them
 
1.25
Strung up by infin-ite wis-dom we can't see
Everyone's hung up on things that just can't be
Some people think that what's real is what's not seen
Maybe the hard knocks in life are just bad dreams
 
1.39
Every move ever made made me to my current state
Energy inside of me is timeless so I'm never late
No need for the debate, we are destined to be great
I am everything before me so I can not go to waste
 
1.54 (Chorus 2)
 
2.22 (Verse 2)
Particles and atoms,
That evolution or Adam?
Would it even matter
If you were related to Saturn?
If your pulse came from the pulsars
Your soul was from the solar
The systems intertwined
Caused your DNA to wind
 
And the clocks just keep on tickin tickin tickin to infinity
And now you look and see you're small
And ask "Will they remember me?"
 
Options get lost in you, thoughts are a monster too
Deceivers make believers out of all of the lost and few
Are ready to accept that real perception
What I’m jotting down are learned lessons
Everybody's searching - searching for perfection
I just wanna get my slice before I'm resting 

 3:05 (Half Chorus)

STARDUST

the lady never told me why i constantly keep dying in my dreams
she said try to think of things that are shiny like the seams 
of the tiny intertwining of the panty line of women you keep eyeing in your dreams
a pioneer of schemes, a pirate of the silent interworkings 
of the pilots that bring fire to your inner most desires it would seem, 
its a nihilistic thing to ahnihiliate the green, to violate at violent rates 
while violins of violence they just sing
and the gypsy never kissed me she just fucked me and she left, 
and the twisted thing is yesterday i thought i heard her steps, 
i thought i smelled her breath, the ninja meant to kill me had the weapon 
but it missed instead it only hit my vest. it only left me stressed. 
it opened up a wound that left me overwhelmed with coldness and distress.
but im the shogun im the best and im sho nuff fuckin fresh. 
and im sho nuff decomposing every moment so i wanna leave the world 
with one more poem so they know that with my  death, is the moment none are left. she said dont be so obsessed, hit a spliff of some  herb. i told myself id go get dressed a dissappear before her but then the reefer knocked me out. 
shes such a wicked ass bird. this type of shit is absurd. 
these types of lyrics occur when your existence is a flash within a instant 
in a twisted ass blur. these broken spirits occur when your resistance of my lyrics awesome imprints on your fucking astro physics try to mix 
with the impression your much different than her. 
she said she could tell me why, all my brothers had to die. i broke down and cried while she looked me in the eyes. she said we werent meant to fly, 
i knew that was just a lie, because if that were true i wouldnt be alive 
she never told me why it always fuckin ends while im sleeping
just caress me and she holds and pretends im not speakin
she just ask me whats my favorite song and asks if she can play it
i demand an answer but she cries and says that she cant say it...

Dying In My Dreams

fc 12 monkeys mashup. storytelling flex. wagwan.

Jack Vs The Monkey (Prod Iron Fizt)

Born in Orange County, California, GHOSTLABz is the sound of old circuitry colliding with the future. The project lives in the underground but resonates with an industry-level vision, blending the grit of analog warmth with the precision of digital evolution. Cassette hiss, VHS static, and broken drum machines find new life when fused with modern DAWs, glitch effects, and experimental sound design.

GHOSTLABz is a ghost in the lab—an unseen figure dissecting both past and future, pulling inspiration from forgotten technologies and pushing them into new dimensions. Each track is a living experiment, balancing heavy basslines with atmospheric textures, pulling from genres like drum & bass, hip-hop, trance, and experimental electronica. The result is music that feels both nostalgic and futuristic—haunting yet energizing.

The name represents more than music; it’s a philosophy. GHOSTLABz is about transformation, about proving that nothing is obsolete—whether it’s an old sampler, a dusty record, or a broken synth, everything can be reborn in the lab. Every release is a transmission—part memory, part prophecy—crafted for those who search for meaning in the static.

This is underground innovation with a professional edge: a reminder that the soul of music doesn’t die when technology changes—it only finds new ways to haunt us.

SYNTAX

GHOSTLABz

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