Descend into the eerie haze of “The Talking Dead” a dark seance trap hip-hop ritual pulsing at 75-80 BPM. This track conjures a subterranean vibe with haunting trap beats, spectral synths, and slow-rolling bass that mimics the echo of ancient catacombs—perfect for invoking spirits without overwhelming the raw, introspective flow.
Lyrics delve into the disillusionment with the living dead: society sleepwalking through existence, filling heads with illusions while ghosts of the past reveal truths about power, greed, and elite deceptions. From seance circles channeling vengeful spirits to critiques of hegemony and monopoly, it’s a sonic exorcism urging you to resurrect the unfed parts of your soul amid shadows and tricks of the mind.
If you’re drawn to atmospheric hip-hop that blends occult vibes with social commentary—like a fusion of clipping.‘s experimental edge and early Travis Scott’s trap mysticism—light a candle and dive in. This ain’t just music; it’s a ceremony for the awake.
Lyrics snippet: “Lost hope in the living Everyone talking like they’re already dead. Too many y’all walking, talking, no meaning, That ain’t living If you never make it out your head. In the catacombs of your mind, Only you can find what was never fed.”
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The Talking Dead [Explicit]

“Burn the System” is a sonic protest — a fire lit not with gasoline, but with truth, memory, and rage sharpened into verse.

Written from the perspective of someone betrayed by the very systems meant to protect them, this track is a personal uprising, a digital Molotov thrown into the archives of silence. It tells the story of medical abandonment, forced withdrawal, and the corrupt small-town machinery that silences dissent through paperwork and power.

No threats — just facts. No violence — just volume.
This isn’t fiction. This is testimony amplified.

Welcome to Silk & Circuitry: where the beat is forensic, and the lyrics leave burn marks.

Burn The System

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Title: [Chrome Heart]  
Produced by: [Music RooM]  

This track is a blend of real bars, raw emotion, and authentic rap vibes.  
If you're into real hip hop, storytelling, or trap beats – this one's for you.  

New dubstep track from Los Angeles producer 

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Chrome Heart

Fallout

Deaths Embrace

“Schatten” (Shadow) is an introspective song about the tension between inner darkness and the effort to reclaim light. The narrator notices external brightness but feels an internal deficit; a persistent shadow—symbolizing doubt, trauma, stagnation, or social pressure—follows and resists warmth. The song moves from recognition of that weight through a struggle to outrun and outshine it, toward a deliberate choice to hold onto light even when it burns. Pain and scars are reframed as sources of transformation: vulnerability becomes a kind of gold, anger is converted into purpose, and radiance is learned as an active discipline. The chorus offers a collective call to radiate so strongly that the shadow loses its hold, while later verses accept the shadow as part of the self but no longer its master. The closing affirms an inner sea of light that ultimately prevents the shadow from taking over.

Lyrics

Ich guck in die Sonne und seh das Licht,  
doch tief in mir sagt was: „Das reicht mir nicht.“  
Der Schatten bleibt, zieht Kreise im System,  
als würd er mich begleiten, wohin ich auch geh.  

Ich renn dem Licht nach, bis der Tag zerreißt,  
mein Kopf voll Sturm, der Rest vereist.  
Ich seh die Sonne, doch sie wärmt mich nicht –  
der Schatten bleibt mein Gegengewicht.  

Wir müssen strahlen, mehr strahlen, bis es schmerzt,  
bis der Schatten sieht, dass er nichts erreicht in unserm Herz.  
Denn Licht gewinnt, wenn du es teilst,  
der Schatten bleibt – nur, wenn du in ihm verweilst.  

Ich schreib mit schwarzer Tinte auf ’nem gold’nen Tag,  
mal Hoffnung, mal Zweifel – alles, was ich hab.  
Der Schatten flüstert leis, er klingt vertraut,  
erzählt von all dem, was man selten glaubt.  
Ich lauf im Kreis, verlauf mich in Gedanken,  
mein Spiegelbild trägt seinen Frust, bringt es ins wanken  
Doch tief im Herz, da glüht noch Glanz,  
und ich tanz im Staub des Untergangs.  

Ich lauf der Sonne nach, doch sie bleibt fern,  
greif nach dem Licht – verbrenne mir die Hand so gern.  
Ich muss strahlen, mehr strahlen als der Rest,  
denn Stillstand frisst mich wie mein ungeliebter Frust.  
Und der Schatten rennt mir hinterher, er zieht mich weg, mit Zwängen.  
mein Herz pumpt Feuer, doch mein Kopf bleibt gefangen.  

Ich fall, doch steh auf, weil ich weiß, wer ich bin,  
selbst wenn der Schatten mir sagt: „Du hast keinen Sinn.“  
Ich halt mich ans Licht, auch wenn alles verbrennt,  
bis keine Dunkelheit mehr meine Richtung lenkt.  

Ich seh den Schatten tanzen in mir drin,  
mal zieht er mich runter, mal gibt er Sinn.  
Er redet laut, doch ich hör ihn nun kaum,  
denn ich bau mein Licht zu ’nem neuen Raum.  
Ich trage Narben wie ein goldnes Kleid,  
aus Schmerz wird Glanz, aus Wut wird Zeit.  
Ich lern zu leuchten, auch wenn keiner’s checkt –  
mein Weg aus dem Dunkel, zu meinem eigenen Zweck.  

Wir müssen strahlen, mehr strahlen, bis es schmerzt,  
bis der Schatten sieht, dass er nichts erreicht in unserm Herz.  
Denn Licht gewinnt, wenn du es teilst,  
der Schatten bleibt – nur, wenn du in ihm verweilst.  

Ich gucke in die Sonne, seh das Licht,  
und der Schatten bleibt – doch er nimmt mich nicht.  
Denn tief in mir, da brennt das Lichtermeer,  
und ich strahl, bis in mir keiner Schatten mehr.

© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Schatten

Who Do We Trust

WHO DO WE TRUST

🎶 FatMatt x GhostFish Radio  

Dark rap • Horrorcore • Outlaw Country • Southern Gothic vibes.  
Matthew Lukac aka FatMatt | GhostFish | Scarecrow’s Cousin.  

Available on all Streaming platforms

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Im_Still_Here

Leito x Tamara - Havashi

King of Sorrow is a breathtakingly haunting hybrid of infinite sadness and dark romantic beauty. Built on ghostly piano chords, melancholic pop melodies, and a bass-rich baritone vocal, the track drifts between classical emotion and futuristic trap atmosphere. Half ambient, half riddim, it channels the ache of love gone wrong through nostalgic synth textures, spooky soundtrack undertones, and cinematic vocal riffs. Deeply introspective and heartbreak-driven, the song feels like ruling over an empty kingdom of memories—a chilling, painfully beautiful anthem for anyone who has ever loved and lost.

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King of Sorrow

Cold Streets 2025

The Wires Myth Pt. 1

Woke up in the static, ears still ringin’ from the call
Mike never showed, but the wires cover the whole damn wall
Plugged every sorrow, every fear, every unpaid bill
Turned the pain to current, let the silence foot the bill
No more masters, no more code, no more digital chains
Just a bunch of copper snakes dancin’ in the acid rain
I laughed till I cried, cried till I fried, fried till I glowed
The prophecy was simple, bro, nobody ever really knows.

Cut the red, cut the blue, doesn’t matter anymore
Every cable’s a lifeline and a noose on the floor.
Sell the bunch of wires, Mike
Toss ’em in the fire, Mike
Watch the empire spark and die
We were never wired, Mike.

The phrase meant nothing and that’s exactly what it meant
Zero and one cancel out, money well misspent
All the grids collapse when you stop tryin’ to connect
Disconnection is the flex, disrespect is self-respect
So I took the biggest bundle, made a bonfire on the roof
Danced naked in the smoke while the algorithms went poof
Angels made of sparks spoke in reversed TikTok sound
«You were always free, you clown, you just liked being bound».

Buy a bunch of wires, Mike…
…was the lie we told the psyche
To keep the dream alive, Mike
Now we burn ’em all tonight
Light up the darkened skies
No more bonds, no more ties
In the ashes, truth aligns
Thank you for the wires, Mike.

The mystery was the answer.
There was never any plan.
Just a bunch of wires, man.


Words & Music by Filippos Lamprakis


The Wires Myth

IRIAS & LOVIXX – Porsche

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**Needless One**
Producer • Artist • Storyteller of the Void 

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Forged in the chaos between sound and emotion, **Needless One** crafts dark cinematic worlds built from bass, beauty, and distortion. His sound blends *filthy riddim, gothic trap, ambient soul, and algorithmic trance* — each track a ritual of heartbreak, rebellion, and transcendence.

Every beat tells a story.
Every drop burns like revelation.
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King of Sorrow

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