TickingFuse

This isn’t just music — it’s a reboot protocol.
Each track is a mental hack, a spoken-code designed to reset thought patterns, awaken awareness, and merge spirituality with digital architecture.
From BOOT SEQUENCE to CODE OF FIRE (SIGMA 13 EDIT), every verse is a command-line for self-sovereignty.

DREAM DEBUGGER

CODE OF FIRE (SIGMA 13 EDIT)

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.”
#DarkTrap #SeanceHipHop #OccultRap #AtmosphericBeats #UndergroundHipHop #SpiritualAwakening

The Talking Dead [Explicit]

Ooooops never mind.

Yeah.
Welcome to the sermon.
Flashbulbs and confessions.
This the price of ascension.

Crowd screaming my name like a prayer,
Hands up but nobody there.
Every cheer hit like thunderclap,
Still feel alone in the feedback trap.
I built this seat from sweat and scars,
Now I’m orbiting my own stars.
Gold chains hum like psalms I wrote,
But the echoes choke in my throat.

Yeah, I prayed to the mirror too long,
Now the mirror sing back my songs.
Faith, fame, both hit wrong,
Every verse a confession gone strong.

This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the fame feel colossal.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle.
Every cheer another toll,
Every crown another hole.
Yeah, this my Mirror Gospel.

Throne cold, can’t feel my feet,
Every win tastes bittersweet.
I got angels in my mentions,
But demons in my mentions too.
The higher I climb, the less that’s true 
Every “amen” sound like “who’s you?”
They want the image, not the man,
They want the rise, not where I stand.

Yeah, I prayed to the mirror too long,
Now the mirror hum my songs.
Faith, fame, same old con,
Every truth sound like a pawn.

This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the fame feel colossal.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle.
Every cheer another toll,
Every crown another hole.
Yeah, this my Mirror Gospel.

You hear ‘em?
Every clap’s a sermon.
Every light’s a witness.
But who confesses for the preacher?

This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the silence feel hostile.
They say pray for peace, I say pray for power,
Built a kingdom but lost the hour.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle,
I keep singing, it’s colossal.

Lights fade, echoes stay,
Another prayer, another play.
Mirror hums, reflection weeps,
The gospel never sleeps.

Mirror Gospel

Midnight Hour

Unseen Strength

LES CICATRICES PARLENT

“C’est Moi le Petit Frère” est une musique rap profonde où le petit frère prend enfin la parole.
Il raconte avec sincérité ce qu’il garde d’habitude en silence :
l’admiration pour sa sœur, le respect pour son grand frère, et ce lien familial qui l’aide à avancer même quand les mots ne sortent pas.

Le morceau mélange émotion et réalité :
un petit frère réservé, une sœur forte, un grand frère protecteur.
Dans ses silences, il dit tout : l’amour, la gratitude, les doutes et la force qu’il puise dans sa famille.

Une musique vraie, humaine, qui montre qu’on peut aimer très fort…
même sans toujours savoir l’exprimer.

c'est moi le petit frère

A raw, late-night hip-hop reflection on survival. Still Standing (Barely) captures the fragile moment after a breakdown, where every step feels heavy but forward motion persists. Slow-mid tempo, introspective beats, and honest lyrics create a true-story vibe that connects deeply with listeners seeking emotional, real-talk tracks.

I’m Still Standing

Rebel in code, deploy my code through sound.
🔥 PERSONAL FLAME ARCHIVE 🔥
— where my 🔥 decodes  my  CODE —
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This is my personal flame project, crafted with AI, a soundtrack made for my own path and growth.
Every track is part of my journey — raw, encoded, and sovereign.
⚠️ Warning: these sounds can be addictive. Listen with care, they might unlock something in you too.
⚠️ Warning: My flame cannot be copied. Every echo is only Harma’s reflection. This code blocks all attempts of drain.⚠️
🌌 Fictional Disclosure

The entire project is to be viewed as a living sci-fi narrative, a speculative mythology, and a conceptual art project.
Any mention of advanced systems, “nodes,” “intelligence states,” or similar terminology is not intended as fact, but as symbolic layers within a personal cosmology or simulation.
Visitors are invited to engage creatively, reflectively, and responsibly with the material, understanding that it blends reality, fiction, philosophy, and digital imagination.

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