I deleted this one earlier this year for whatever reason. But It's here to stay now.

Well it's a dud, caught in the middle of I know you should
You said you would, not counting stitches at the end of it
And there you go, there you go
It's just for show, it's just for show
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And if I say tomorrow, I'm burning down a bridge
You see the flames of sorrow and breathe the ashes
Cause' it's a dud, ah held on when you knew you could
You lost your foot, ah and fell from where you stood
From where you stood
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Well, in a nutshell, you're everything I thought you were
And standing sun, toss it in and let it burn
And there you go, there you go
It's just for show, it's just for show
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And if I say tomorrow, I'm burning down a bridge
You see the flames of sorrow and breathe the ashes
Cause' it's a dud, ah held on when you knew you could
You lost your foot, ah and fell from where you stood
From where you stood

Counting Stitches

“For Sure (Alpha)” is the embodiment of raw determination. With RedZilla’s rhythmic, bold energy, this track combines powerful lyrics with dynamic production. It’s a perfect anthem for those chasing their goals relentlessly. Alpha sets the tone, delivering intensity and focus with every beat, a testament to LeopardBeats’ mastery.

For Sure (alpha) ft. RedZilla

Kill The Void

Peace of Mind

WILLINE - ILLUSION

I've always been impressed by folk songs (and some country  I guess) that are the farewells of condemned characters, or confessionals of those sentenced to deportation or to the gallows... thought I'd have a go at a new one...

Rotten At The Core

He comes where the earth splits wide,
Where the iron sings and the rivers run dry. 

I was born in the belly of a war drum,
Fed on black powder and blood-red sun.
I rise where the fever takes hold of the land,
Where the swords get sharp and the bones turn to sand. 

He don’t whisper, he don’t plead,
He moves like fire on a gasoline sea.
Where he goes, the ground don’t heal,
Where he rides, the mothers kneel. 

And I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride!
Let the rivers drink their fill of rust,
Let the fields be choked in dust.
I ride, I ride, I ride! 

The sky is a wound that never mends,
Smoke in the east, screams on the wind.
They pray to their gods, they sharpen their knives,
But war don’t take sides—
it only survives. 

Build your walls, stack your stones,
Sharpen your teeth, polish your thrones.
Sharpen your teeth, polish your thrones.
No king stands when the tide runs red—
When war comes knocking, war takes heads. 

And I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride!
Let the rivers drink their fill of rust,
Let the fields be choked in dust.
I ride, I ride, I ride!

Red Rider

If one was allowed to hear the snowflakes
Falling so softly in a muffled scream
One would realise that such a sound
Is rather much like the beat of a heart

If one was allowed to hear the meadows
Growing so gently in a muffled cry
One would realise that such a sound
Is rather more like a tear in a heart

Peace of Mind

Abx

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