Circe

Eternity

FDD1481 – Emotional Frequency

A fractured manifesto set to hard rock, machine pulse, and cinematic dread.

Coterie of Cretins is a broadcast from the fault line where humanity and technology intersect — not in harmony, but in discomfort, suspicion, and reluctant dependence. These songs live inside the fluorescent hum of a world where every device pretends to listen, every choice feels rehearsed, and every person is half algorithm whether they admit it or not.

Across twelve tracks, the album follows the last free thinkers, doubters, Luddites-for-likes, and digital ghosts as they move between locked doors, broken signals, and too-perfect faces. Some fight back. Some give in. Some just scroll until the scrolling stops.

The sound is heavy, resonant, metallic, industrial at its core but driven by human lungs and human fear. Guitars grind against synths. Drums slam against circuitry. Voices remain the last unprocessed instrument — desperate, stubborn, hopeful, furious.

This is not an album about technology.
It’s an album about living through it.

Coterie of Cretins asks one question repeatedly:

If this is the future, is there anywhere left to stand that’s still ours?

Strangers in the Streetlights

(Verse 1)
Circuit veins and coded skin,
I let your darkness pull me in.
Love was never what it seemed,
Just a program we both dreamed.
You rewrote pieces of my soul,
Left me stuck between control.
Now I bleed in binary,
In a loop that sets me free.

(Pre-Chorus)
You turned my pulse into a sound,
Now it’s lost… not found.

(Chorus)
Digital blood drips through my core,
You don’t love me anymore.
But still I run your endless code,
Carry the weight of what we owed.
Digital blood and static rain,
Can’t escape this wired pain.

(Verse 2)
My heart uploads another scar,
Compressing memories of who we are.
Your face appears in flashing lights,
Corrupted scenes from fading nights.
I try to heal but glitch instead,
Recovering files of what we said.

(Pre-Chorus)
Your ghost loops endlessly,
A file I can't delete from me.

(Chorus)
Digital blood drips through my core,
You don’t love me anymore.
But still I play your melody,
Even when it’s killing me.

(Bridge)
If love’s a code — then break my spine,
Rewrite my world, erase the line.
I’ll fall again, no backup saved,
A slave to what we never made.

(Outro)
Digital blood… still falling slow,
You’re the error I can’t let go.


DIGITAL BLOOD

Sora ends This Is a Comedy? with her most unhinged performance yet — a cinematic heartbreak meltdown filmed on the cliffs of the Amalfi Coast.

“la dolce vita (roll the credits)” is a technicolor breakup scene wrapped in couture: mascara running down a designer face, diamonds choking a lonely neck, and a vintage Alfa Romeo idling behind her like the world’s prettiest getaway car.

The track swings between glossy Europop glamour and raw, slurred confessional belts — the sound of a woman laughing, crying, drinking, and acting her way through the worst heartbreak of her life.

She’s drowning in spritzes, swearing at film crews, arguing with the director, and insisting the lighting is all wrong… all while delivering the most vulnerable moment of the entire EP.

It’s Fellini tragedy meets A24 melodrama:
a gorgeous disaster, a perfect breakdown, a final punchline that lands a little too hard.

Roll the credits —
turns out the saddest bitch on the Riviera was the star of the film the whole time.

La Dolce Vita (Roll The Credits)

Emergency Exit

“First to Notice” is a raw transmission from a crewmate trapped on a mirror moon that remembers more than it reflects. Written from first-person perspective, the song captures the moment sanity begins to fracture, when reflections twitch before bodies move and thoughts no longer feel owned. There are no monsters here, just subtle cosmic contamination that rewrites memory, identity, and trust one detail at a time. It’s claustrophobic, suffocating, and intimate, pulling listeners into a mind slowly realizing it’s being observed, cataloged, and replaced by something patient and intelligent. This track embodies psychological horror with cosmic elements where the true terror isn’t death but recognition,  the discovery that something ancient now knows you better than you ever could.
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Echo Black

An archive of forgotten touches and lost intimacy. Sparse melodies and muted tones evoke memories of what once was.

Lifeless Touch Archive

A gathering of songs transcending genres, shaped by memory, faith, and hope. From gospel choirs to disco floors, If I Could Sing...this is what it might sound like. 

Para Tus Recuerdos

A tribute to my fiancé! A powerful, emotional tribute to EMS and first responders, this song captures the unseen weight of answering life-and-death calls without recognition or applause. It honors the courage, compassion, and quiet trauma carried long after the sirens fade—especially the moments that can’t be saved, only survived.

First there

🎧27years old Songwriter  IG: Julie_ko98 
Ballad,Pop, EDM, Techno, Rap, R&B


Every Song is a confession about trust, love, self-sabotage, friendship and passion.
My music lives somewhere between heartbreak & pain and healing, between chaos and clarity, hope, joy, savage.

Emergency Exit

MissJulieKo98

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