Fall Into

Roses

Awaken I am - Roses (Slowed & Reverb)

Surviving On My Own

SURVIVING ON MY OWN

Red Velvet (with Ari Abdul)

House of Cards

The End

Crucifixxx

lyrics:

I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out

Half Empty, don't tempt me
You been looking for a reason to cut me up
You shank me, when I was in need
Smile on your face every time you lost my trust
She sat in the backseat, all night
Hand between her thighs as she tried to hide that knife
She said not to worry, baby
It might be a little pinch, but everything will be alright

Cut me up, cut me up show me my veins yeah
Throughout the night suicide is where my heads at
You took your fangs to my neck and now I'm out of breath
I took a chance with your love and I got too attached

I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out
I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out

Cut me up, cut me up show me my veins yeah
Throughout the night suicide is where my heads at
You took your fangs to my neck and now I'm out of breath
I took a chance with your love and I got too attached

ichor

03 - MONSTER IN THE MAKING -X-  BURN IT CLEAN -X- MASTER -X- 2025

This album title is a sharp critique of individuals who present a facade of perfection and charm, but beneath the surface, are shallow, insincere, and dishonest. Throughout the tracks, the album paints a vivid picture of a person obsessed with appearances—carefully curated social media images, a polished smile, and a "perfect" personality. Yet, the narrator sees through this act, recognizing the emptiness behind the mask.

Ultimately, the album serves as a commentary on the pressures of maintaining a flawless image in a world driven by social media, and the inevitability of the mask slipping. The recurring theme in the chorus—the idea that everything about the person is fake—reinforces the central message that all the perfection is just smoke and mirrors. As the album progresses, the singer exposes the emptiness of the persona, showing that the act is getting tired and eventually, the mask will fall.

It's a powerful exploration of modern vanity and the superficiality that defines much of today's culture.

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Crucifixxx

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