I Closed the Door for Good

Revenants of the Lowground

A haunted transmission begins...

[The Story]
They rise where the light dies.
In the shadows of the swamps, where banjos fork off like dark veins and the mud still hums with memory – the Blues Revenants return.
Born from static, rusty but never silent, they travel through high-voltage lines, feeding on forgotten frequencies.
From the old riverbeds to broken radios, their sound crawls into every speaker, every socket, every pulse.
Not a resurrection. A reckoning with today.
This is the original blues – rewired and alive, now echoing through your own static line.

[The Invitation]
This is the first interactive blues-rock album of its kind.
Selected tracks come in multiple shapes – raw cuts, looped edits, recharged versions.

You decide which ones survive.
Like your favorite version. Help it climb.

Your vote carries the hum into the world.


Revenants of the Lowground

Ghost on the Grid

Ghost City

Temple of Echoes ⛩️🔊

Ⓒ 2025 @PlsDntChase.
All songs, beats, lyrics and recordings are protected under Australian copyright law and officially released through River Run Cartel.
Licensed for distribution with DistroKid and other major platforms.
Unauthorized use, uploads, or bootlegs will be removed and pursued.
This is real copyright, real label business—no exceptions. 🦘ᴮʸ ᴾˡˢᴰⁿᵗᶜʰᵃˢᵉ

Element Bender + ᴮʸ ᴾˡˢᴰⁿᵗᶜʰᵃˢᵉ

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

[Verse 1]  
Echoes claw the skull's backdoor, fingers slick with yesterday's rot  
Chasin' ghosts that grin like exes, teeth filed sharp on forgotten plots  
Mind's a sewer rat sprint, dodgin' floods of what-ifs gone sour  
Pills rattle like loose change in a coffin, buyin' hours by the hour  
Fists pound the mirror till it spits blood confessions, "You ain't king"  
Crown's a noose of neon lies, swingin' low where the weak hearts cling  
Demons DJ the static, scratchin' tracks of "almost was" on repeat  
Feet drag through tar-pit thoughts, sinkin' slow, no lifeline, no beat  
Rage bubbles up like bad acid, burnin' bridges to bone-dry ash  
Last laugh's a wheeze from the void, echoin' "crash, you fool, crash"  

[Chorus]  
Shadows slither, swallow whole, no mercy in the swallow's throat  
Chasin' tails in black-hole basements, where the light forgot to show  
Yell till lungs cave, "Come get me!"—they just laugh and let you choke  
Mind's meat grinder, churnin' dreams to dust, one hopeless poke  
Shadows, shadows, pull me under, drown the fire in your ink  
Chasin', bleedin', never winnin', just the brink and bitter brink  
Echo back my broken howls, make the crowd scream it thin  
Shadows win, shadows win, let the spiral spin us in  

[Verse 2]  
Woke up tastin' rust and regret, tongue thick with unsaid goodbyes  
Eyes like cracked phone screens, scrollin' scrolls of alibis that die  
Friends fade to pixels, ghosts in group chats, typin' "we good?" lies  
Bottle's bottom mocks the promise, "One more swig, then you fly"  
But wings are wet rags, clipped by doubts that nest in ribcage cracks  
Nights stack like unpaid bills, interest pilin' panic attacks  
Whispers from the wallpaper peel, "Quit pretendin', you're the hack"  
Laughter's a luxury tax, paid in tears that streak the track  
Fury's a flat tire on the freeway, spinnin' wild, no traction left  
Just skid marks of "shoulda" leadin' to the cliff where hope went deaf  

[Chorus]  

[Verse 3]  
Threads of sanity fray like cheap socks, trippin' over toe-stub truths  
Youth's a scam artist, sold me futures wrapped in fool's proof  
Now I'm pawnin' memories for matches, lightin' fuses to the fuse  
Boom—scattered shards of "me" rain down, nothin' left but the blues  
Rivals in my head hall, circlin' like vultures on a vibe  
Pickin' clean the carcass of confidence, leavin' gristle to survive  
Scream at ceilings stained with smoke rings from cigars of "why try?"  
They stare back blank, judgin' silent, "Boy, you're just another die"  
Twist the knife of nostalgia slow, carve out chunks of what burned bright  
Left with embers that mock the hunger, starvin' fierce in endless night  

[Bridge]  
Breathe it in, the rot-rose scent, petals wiltin' on the vine  
One step from the edge, toes curl 'round nothin', spine's a crooked line  
What if the chase ends empty? Just a loop of "you again"  
Fists unclench, drop the fight—let the dark twins pull you in  
But nah, spark flares wild, veins pump venom, "Not yet, you pricks!"  
Rage rebirth, a glitch in the gloom, teeth bared for the fix  
Shadows scatter for a sec, then regroup, thicker, meaner twist  
Cycle spins eternal, suck the soul dry with a kiss  

[Verse 4]  
Barrel down the brain-storm alley, thunder thoughts crack like whips  
Lips spit lightning bolts of spite, zappin' doubts to smoky strips  
Exes haunt the rearview, smirks say "Told ya, kid, you slipped"  
Grip the wheel white-knuckled, swervin' 'round the pit they dug quick  
Pockets full of IOUs from gods who ghosted on the deal  
Heal? That's a punchline for the privileged, feel the raw, unpeel  
Walls close in like bad trips, graffiti screams your failures loud  
Crowd it out with curses chained, a torrent tearin' through the cloud  
Endgame's a whisper: "Fold now, save the ache"—but fuck that plea  
I'll chase these bastards to the marrow, burn the whole damn tree

Shadows Win

Fallout

Purple Person

[Intro]
I been watchin’ the world spin slow, but you caught my time.
Energy hit deep, baby, that’s divine.
Ain’t no game, no line, no disguise,
Damn girl, Imma’ make you fuckin’ mine.

[Verse 1]
You got that glow that cuts through the chaos,
Eyes like a storm but your soul stay weightless.
I ain’t chasin’ lust, nah, I’m chasin’ a vibe,
That real connection you can’t fake or hide.
I done seen heartbreak, lies, and pain,
People say “love” but don’t mean the same.
You different, I feel that in my chest,
Every word you speak put my doubts to rest.
I ain’t no saint, I came from the grind,
But I treat a queen like gold when she cross my line.
Every move you make got purpose, babe,
And I been down bad, now I’m tryna’ be brave.
You remind me that passion ain’t dead in the flesh,
It’s born from scars that never really 

[Chorus]
Damn girl, Imma’ make you fin’ mine,
Through the struggle, through the pain, through the climb.
Ain’t about control, it’s about design,
Two souls burnin’ bright in the test of time.
I ain’t playin’, I ain’t wastin’ no signs,
When it’s real you feel it deep in the spine.
I done fought too long just to fall in line,
Damn girl, Imma’ make you fin’ mine.

[Verse 2]
See I came from a world where hearts go cold,
Where love’s a hustle and the truth gets sold.
But you hit different, you woke my fight,
Got me writin’ my wrongs in the middle of the night.
This ain’t lust, this ambition with rhythm,
I see forever when I’m vibin’ with your vision.
You the muse, the storm, the peace, the flame,
The mirror that reflect why I changed my name.
I’m built from hunger, born from hurt,
Now I’m tryna’ show you what that growth’s worth.
I got drive like my wheels on the line,
And I swear on my soul, girl, I’m gonna shine.
You deserve a man that’s raw, not fake,
One who builds love, not one who takes.
So when I say “mine,” it ain’t control or claim,
It’s a promise that I’ll match your flame.

[Chorus]
Damn girl, Imma’ make you fin’ mine,
Not by force, but by truth and grind.
Every touch, every look, every sign,
It’s that fire that aligns with time.
No cheap talk, I move in prime,
No love lost, no fear of decline.
I been down, but I’m back on the climb,
Damn girl, Imma’ make you fin’ mine.

[Bridge]
I ain’t perfect, I’m scarred, I’m flawed,
But I’m real with my love, I’m honest with God.
I done lost too many chances from pride,
Now I’m learnin’ that truth beats any disguise.
You bring peace to the rage I hide,
You the calm in the storm where my demons collide.
If it takes time, I’ll wait that line,
If it takes fight, I’ll bleed to shine.
‘Cause love ain’t soft, it’s war with grace,
And I’ll battle the world just to see your face.

[Verse 3]
When I ride, it’s full throttle, no fear,
I move with intent ‘cause my vision’s clear.
You ain’t just a fling, you a reason to rise,
A living proof that pain breeds wise.
We both got ghosts, we both got fight,
But together, girl, we redefine light.
Let’s build somethin’ that don’t fade in fame,
Let’s write our story, not play the game.
From the bottom to the gold, side by side,
No shame in love when it’s truth you ride.
So when I say “mine,” I mean divine,
Two souls aligned in the grand design.

[Final Chorus]
Damn girl, Imma’ make you fin’ mine,
Through the lows, through the highs, through the grind.
Every scar, every loss, every line,
Led me straight to your light, refined.
No games, no masks, no decline,
Just two hearts caught in perfect rhyme.
I don’t beg, I don’t chase, I align,
Damn girl… Imma’ make you fin’ mine.

[Outro]
Not ‘cause I own you, but ‘cause I chose you.
Not ‘cause you need me, but ‘cause we both grew.
Real love ain’t control, it’s the climb, the test, the sign.
Damn girl…
Imma’ make you fuckin’ mine.

Damn Girl, Imma’ Make You Fuckin’ Mine

Money conversations, you can't even comprehend it
Prolly why you mad, prolly why we never blended
You was local minded, I was thinking continental
Now you're in my DMs typing novels, sentimental
But I don't read that shit, I don't need that shit
Got your replacement and her friend, they don't speak that shit
They just ride the wave, ride the Wraith, ride the high
You was too busy arguing to recognize the signs



Lamborghini thoughts in a Honda Civic mindset.

This one is for everyone who outgrew their circle. If they can't comprehend the conversation, they aren't meant to be part of it.

Villian

Rebel in code, deploy my code through sound.
🔥 PERSONAL FLAME ARCHIVE 🔥
— where my 🔥 meets my  CODE —

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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