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Words fall short. The body takes over.

"Bodies Speak" explores the unspoken, the electric language between two people. It’s a visceral, seductive journey where touch, breath, and anticipation drown out the need for words. This track blends dark electronic sensuality with hypnotic rhythms and intimate, almost primal, vocals. The lyrics tell a story of silent connection, where everything is understood without speaking, where the body becomes the messenger.

Musically, it lives in the realm of darkwave, experimental electronica, and sensual downtempo, reminiscent of The Knife, FKA Twigs, and Nicolas Jaar. It’s music that vibrates under your skin, taking you deeper into the feeling rather than the words.

For those who understand that sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

Feel the pulse. Let your body do the talking.

Bodies Speak

I Left Me Behind

an original song. from my album [My Art Is Suffering].

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[LYRICS]

just don't get old
[ PROTECT YOUR FLESH FROM THE SUN ]
don't grind your teeth
[ YOU GOTTA BRUSH EVERY SINGLE ONE ]
and never get too attached 
to anything

don't stay up late
[ EIGHT HOURS IS MANDATORY ]
don't stare at the sun
[ NICE SHADES- OAKLEYS FOR ME ]
get your life in order
yeah-
that could be fun...

proofread 
p.s. 
nothing. 
i leave.

you made mistakes
it's plain to see by the wrinkles on your face
i only need:
a pack of smokes and some gasoline
to pump out that fire
burn one like before
finally feel more than just tired
let myself feel joy more...

don't bite your nails
[ SNIP, CLIP, THEN YOU FILE- SO CLEAN ]
don't pick your skin
[ LATHER, RINSE, AND REPEAT FOR A NICE SHEEN ]
reach out to a friend
and
let them in

show up on time
[ 15 MINUTES EARLY, OR YOU'RE LATE ]
every now and then read
[ OUR BRAINS ARE ROTTING FROM MEDIA MIND-RAPE ]
turn off your cellphone and tv
unplug from that screen

proofread 
p.s. 
nothing. 
i leave.

it's not all bad
appreciate the small things
take wins when you can
maybe you need
to shake up your life
and try doing some new thing
so get out of your home
no real goal in mind
no plan for where you roam
you might just like what you find

make sure you save
[ FAKE RABBIT: THE OTHER KIND OF PROTEIN ] 
watch what you eat
[ ONE-A-DAY VITAMINS, THE BEST FLAVOR: LIMA BEAN ]
no need for most medications 
hydration solves things

don't drink too much
[ KICKFLIP, THEN MARADONA, TO NUTMEG ]
help those in need
[ SELL SCENTED CANDLES OF SQUISH MITTEN TO GET PAID ]
laugh at yourself 
and love unconditionally 

when can i see you again?
got fantasies of you dialed-in...
the frequent coping mechanisms-
i submit...
why do i linger near-
the sad state that got me here?
the constant shit i bring upon myself...

i'm best when:
i'm depressed...

with you...
i'm seventeen again
LINES UP AND DOWN OUR SKIN
clove smoke
and i loved

when you...
would leave a small imprint
DRAW BLOOD FROM FANG-TO-NECK
i hope
that i choke

tonight...
your parents just stay downstairs
TREAT ME THE WAY YOU DO YOUR CARE BEAR
i scream
for a tight squeeze

my throat...
was built to grip and overdose
GUESS A COUPLE OF TIMES I CAME CLOSE?

surprise!

i'm still alive...

proofread your suicide note for mistakes you made

Spotify

HEY BAE

The Time I Left Behind

Icarus

These are some of the things that make me happy literally

my-happy.mp3

In every corner of this room, echoes of our fight
You painted pictures in my mind, shades of wrong and right
The stories told in whispers fade, but I still hear your name
Like shadows dancing on the walls, we’re playing a cruel game

So here we stand, breaking free, we both know the score
With every beat, we’ll find our light, together, evermore.

Late nights, reflections tear me apart,
Memories haunt, like ghosts in my heart.
Searching for solace in the chaos we made,
But love’s just a gamble, and hearts get played.

cruel game

Hunika is a silhouette dancing in the neon shadows, a voice whispering to the rebels. A solo project born from cold rage and burning lucidity, it composes the soundtrack of a world on the edge, oscillating between introspection and subversion.

Its universe, deeply electronic, fuses the dark textures of trip-hop, the hypnosis of downtempo, and the raw impact of electro-rock. One foot in contemplation, the other in protest, Hunika digs beneath the surface, dismantling the illusions of consumer society and the absurdities of politics with surgical precision.

Inspired by literature, art in all its forms, and a reimagined ‘68 mindset, Hunika does not preach—it unveils. Each track is a crack in the façade, an invitation to see differently, to feel differently. It is a sonic journey where aesthetics meet awakening, where mystery embraces rebellion.

Hunika does not create to please. It creates for those who want to listen differently.

franckactisign@hotmail.com

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