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From the latest CD by Red Seven, Drive is fresh, yet nostalgic!

Drive by Red Seven

Pastel Wounds - Alternative Pop Rock Music

Олень

Лебедь из покрышки

Тени в углах, тишина рвёт,
На часах, время встанет, не идёт.
Мир вокруг — это сломанный код,
Кто-то ждёт, но ответа нет, не придёт.

Капли дождя, стук по стеклу,
Шёпот в ушах, всё как во сну.

Ночь в капкане, мысли в тумане,
Падаю в бездну, как в океане.
Где-то там, за грани, свет мигает,
Но никто меня здесь не поймает.

Город молчит, как заглохший мотор,
Я — корабль, затерянный в шторм.
В сердце — лёд, за спиной приговор,
Кто я теперь? Только пыльный узор.

Ночь в капкане, мысли в тумане,
Падаю в бездну, как в океане.
Где-то там, за грани, свет мигает,
Но никто меня здесь не поймает.

Слова в воздухе, тают, как дым,
Смысл исчезает, как голос пустым.
Крики в тени, но я не кричу,
Молчание — мой щит, я им защищу.

text/music: Daimalra © 2025

Ночь в капкане (Outro)

✨ MIRAGE SONIC DIARY — KETA — 2 December 2025

Today I walked through a hotel that wasn’t just a hotel.
It was a corridor full of bones — not mine, not yours, but the ones the world still carries.
Walls that remember power.
Floors that remember silence.
Men who still walk like someone once taught them how to stand.

And I felt it inside my ribs:
the weight of histories we never lived,
the rules we never chose,
the echoes we still inhale.

I didn’t come here to repeat anything.
I came to watch it fall apart.

Every step I took was a fracture.
Every breath was a refusal.
Every glance from those men was a reminder of what still lingers —
and what will not survive me.

This track is the sound of the old world cracking.
Stone by stone.
Bone by bone.
A rhythm that frees itself while it exposes what shaped us all.

And when I finished the recording, I knew:
the truth is heavier than the melody,
and lighter than the lie.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

In Our Bones


Bright lights burning
Crowd starts closing in
Laughing like thunder
I don’t know where to begin
Sticky floors trembling
Voices in my ear
Faces like strangers
Drowning out my fear

Pub antics
Cracking at the seams
Pub antics
Lost in the machine
Pub antics
Heart begins to race
Pub antics
I just want out of this place

Shouting contest
Macho in the air
Yobbos pounding chests
Like they don't have a care
Bogans barking jokes
At anyone they see
I shrink inside myself
Pretend I’m not me

Pub antics
Cracking at the seams
Pub antics
Lost in the machine
Pub antics
Heart begins to race
Pub antics
I just want out of this place

Macho in the air
Crying my despair
Macho in the air
Crying my despair


Pub antics
Cracking at the seams
Pub antics
Lost in the machine
Pub antics
Heart begins to race
Pub antics
I just want out of this place


Pub antics
Cracking at the seams
Pub antics
Lost in the machine
Pub antics
Heart begins to race
Pub antics
I just want out of this place


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