Last Hope

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Jimmy choo (fast car) prod. Balenci02

I'm feeling so hollow
Like the pity I swallow
Like darkness is inches away
And I'm breathing in sorrow

And I'm done with this fight
And I'm done hiding it
I've had a poison in my veins
And I'm done riding

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I'm sick of feeling whips crackling my spine
I'm sick of feeling drained like I'm bleeding time
It's like I've got a cage and I'm locked inside
Man, I'm screaming, but I can't even find the light

I'm done sinking, oh, can I break it or not?
How many of them fake smiles do I got?
How many more nights will I waste in my head
Full of rage at myself like I'm racing to dead

Well, this is me ripping myself from the grave
This is a key for a prisoner's cage
This is my war to reclaim what I made
I'm coming for blood like my anger's a blade
Yeah, I'm just a monster in chains
I'm like a spark in the dark trying to break from the pain
I've been given these scars of mine
And if that's not enough, man, then what kind of life is mine?

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I see the serpent now as clear as bone and teeth
I see it crawling through my thoughts
Feeding on what I could fear to keep me beneath
I see the serpent now as clear as you and me
Maybe it's a lie to be free
But I see truth
So let's get venom off these fangs
Alright!

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

Serpent In My Skull

[Intro]
Can't you feel it?
They're talking 'bout a real change...
It sounds like a whisper.

Can't you feel it?
They're talking 'bout a real change...
It's more than a whisper.

[Verse 1]
Yo, you will not be able to stay home, fam.
You will not be able to just scroll through, log off and back out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on hype and
Numb the pain with cheap booze during the ad breaks,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

[Pre-Chorus]
I said you wanna see a real change…

You got to be the real change!

I said you wanna see a real change…

You got to be the real change!

[Chorus]
It’s too high to get over! (Yeah, yeah!)
The wall they built is under! (Yeah, yeah!)
We’re stuck in the middle! (Yeah, yeah!)
And the pain is thunder!
'Cause the revolution will not be televised!
The revolution will be live!
It won't be right back after some Tory lies,
The revolution puts the power in your eyes!

The revolution will be live!

[Verse 2]
There will be no pictures of the mandem
Pushing that trolley down the street on the dead run.
The Beeb won't be able to predict the winner from their ivory towers
Or send a posh reporter down to the ends for an hour.
They're gassing you up, a simple answer for the pain,
Blame the boat, blame the brother, anyone to hide the gain
They make from your struggle, from your toil, from your fears,
Been stirring this same pot of hate for years and years.
But my fam is from Poland, Pakistan, and Peckham Rye,
We see the same struggle when we look each other in the eye.

[Bridge]
Don't you know you better run, run, run, from the hate they sell?
Before their greedy little whisper becomes a living hell.
'Cause soon the quiet people gonna rise up,
And get their share.

Yeah, the forgotten people gonna rise up,
And take what's theirs!

[Chorus]
It’s too high to get over! (Yeah, yeah!)
The wall they built is under! (Yeah, yeah!)
We’re stuck in the middle! (Yeah, yeah!)
And the pain is thunder!
'Cause the revolution will not be televised!
The revolution will be live!
It won't go better with their slogans and their lies,
The revolution puts the future in your eyes!
The revolution will be live!

[Outro]
Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!
Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!

Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!

Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!

Lift your head up high!
And scream out to the world!

No re-run, brothers!

The revolution is live!

The Revolution

Prymordial (Scratch Mix)

I miss seeing colors
I miss when songs used to hit different
I miss getting excited about stupid little things
Like Friday or my favorite show
I miss seeing colors
Now it's all just gray and waiting
Going through the days like I'm watching someone else
Live a life I used to know

I Miss Seeing Colors

A dark industrial dream-pop track told from the perspective of a demonic mirror that remembers every version of you. Features whisper-rap verses, reversed-reverb harmonies, metallic percussion, and three reversed-chorus sections for a supernatural effect. A haunting blend of cinematic distortion, psychological tension, and spectral ambience.

#darkpop #industrialpop #dreampop #demonic #experimental #haunting #reversedvocals #mirrorworld #alttrap #ambientdark


Mirrors Remember You

A WindTorn OneDareLand is a winter journey through a world where the blizzard never sleeps and every soul is tested by wonder, madness, and magic. Each track opens a doorway into a different corner of the frozen carnival—where hip-hop street kings stomp through candy-lit alleys, ancient warriors chant against the wind, blues-rock wanderers bend notes into the storm, opera sirens unleash dubstep avalanches, and glitch-born beasts stalk the shadows between snowdrifts.

Wrapped in ice, fire, rhythm, and myth, this album brings all corners of the OneDareLand realm together for a single storm-bound celebration. It is a mixture of dark whimsy, winter folklore, psychedelic dreamscapes, hip-hop swagger, gothic rap, metal-laced fury, soul-rock warmth, and carnival madness—each song a different world, all converging under the same roaring sky.

A soundtrack to the blizzard.
A carnival in the frost.
A celebration carved from myth and ice.
Welcome to the WindTorn.

The Void In The Big Top (Jabberwocky)

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Ghost Of Who You Use T Be master!!

Haptic — or Haptic-Feedback — is a creative force that lives at the intersection of music, art, and chaos. He’s a DJ, producer, and sonic engineer from Virginia Beach, known for sculpting bass like it’s a living creature — twisting frequencies until they breathe, growl, and hypnotize.

In spirit, he’s a “Bass Surgeon”, part mad scientist, part cyberpunk legend. His sets bend time: dubstep, riddim, trap, and hip-hop collide in industrial storms of sub-bass, laced with southern soul and trippy cinematic energy. The sound is raw, cinematic, and physical — you don’t just hear it, you feel it.