New Addiction

Worst In Me

Darkside

Darkside (feat. Dead On A Sunday)

Ride

Let it be a Void

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I kept my kindness blunted, filed down to fit the room,
til the room grew teeth and called itself a womb.
You measured my worth by the quiet of my throat,
then sold me a raft with holes for a boat.
I traced the fault lines running under your grace—
contracts in cursive carved into my face.
A lifeline shouldn’t be a leash on the wrist;
I bit through the braid when the rope turned to fist.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t be the soft place your violence lands,
not the velvet beneath your iron plans.
If mercy has bones, let it keep them intact—
I’m done bleeding for your sacred act.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!

[Verse 2]
You called my boundaries “barbed” when they cut your demand,
yet wore a crown of thorns and said it was “the plan.”
You sanctified harm with the right kind of light,
but holiness breaks where it hides what it bites.
I kept receipts inked under the skin—
ledgers of nights I refused to give in.
When “peace” was a muzzle, and “care” was a cage,
I learned to spell “freedom” in bone and in rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
If truth is a field, I’ll harvest it raw—
no more pruning the thorn to flatter the law.
If hope is a ladder, let each rung be real;
no painted ascent, no counterfeit steel.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!!

[Bridge]
If grief is a coastline, then time is the tide—
it takes and it gives, but it will not decide.
I plant my fingers in the granite of dawn,
and pull the whole day up like a song.

Hold—hold—hold the stone.

Home—home—home in bone.

YOUR GENTLENESS WAS A GLOVE FOR THE KNIFE.
I’M DONE HIDING THE BLOOD THAT PROVES I’M ALIVE.

[Final Chorus]
So I grow claws where I once grew doubt,
grip in the gale till the thunder runs out.
If love lights a fire, let it warm these flaws—
not remake me smooth, but honor the claws.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
When you call it “order” while you tighten your jaws—
I’ll keep my throat,
and keep my claws...

Claws Ft.OracleCat

Breaking Down (Revisited)

Copyright 2025 Drop Stereo. All songs written, created, performed, recorded by Timothy Anderson.

Verse 1
The cracks above are showing through,
blue’s been bleeding into gray.
We tried to build a world from truth,
but it keeps slipping away.
I’m tired of pretending I’m fine,
just to keep the peace inside.
We’re all screaming under glass skies,
hoping someone hears the fight.

Pre-Chorus
Every headline feels like static,
every dream feels automatic.

Chorus
So I’m tearing down the walls again,
let the noise come rushing in.
If this is what it takes to feel,
then cut me open — make it real.
We’re the kids they left behind,
still learning how to heal in time.
Every scar a battle cry,
underneath these glass skies.

Verse 2
We used to talk about forever,
now we just survive the day.
Our heroes turned to shadows,
and our faith just fades away.
But somewhere in the wreckage,
I still feel a pulse beneath.
It’s fragile, it’s defiant —
but it still belongs to me.

Pre-Chorus
Every silence feels electric,
every truth a bit prophetic.

Chorus
So I’m tearing down the walls again,
let the noise come rushing in.
If this is what it takes to feel,
then cut me open — make it real.
We’re the kids they left behind,
still learning how to heal in time.
Every scar a battle cry,
underneath these glass skies.

Bridge / Breakdown
Break me down, rebuild what’s left,
I’ve been waiting for my breath.
If the world won’t bend — then I’ll defy,
one last truth beneath the lie.

Final Chorus / Outro
So I’m tearing down the walls again,
let the storm come rushing in.
We’re not lost — just undefined,
still alive beneath the grind.
Every scar a reason why,
we survive these glass skies.

Tearing Down the Walls

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“Coming Home Again” is a melodic indie-rock anthem about finding your way back — to a person, a place, or yourself. The track blends urgency and warmth: pounding toms, gritty guitars, and wide synth layers rise behind a voice that refuses to give up. It’s not just about returning; it’s about becoming whole again.

Coming Home Again

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Je voulais transmettre.

Je suis chaud écoutez des covers si jamais 😊

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Ghostwritter i write all my songs with my heart with no help of ia but because i can't sing i use ia for singing my songs. 

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