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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

600 VIEWS 🔥⚡🗣️

@clwdytunes
https://clwdytunes.carrd.co

original - https://soundcloud.com/clwdytunes/narcolepsy-anthem

clwdy. - NARCOLEPSY ANTHEM (VEXA REMIX)

had to upload this one on my phone cuz soundclouds new upload ui is BROKEN on their website

RoBBB:

Thas y nxptvne look like racoon
Thas y JLY look like BABOON 
Thas y nxptvne b rippin my tunes
Thas y JLY b eatin fufu
Thas y nxptvne gon get shot in his shoe
Thas y JLY can't rap like i do
(my dog barkin :< + sickness)

nxptvne smell like sum bootie
JLY look like a loogey
nxptvne raps like sum dookie

"And they flew away, them was some birds" - unc <3

*Them birds*
*Them birds*
*Them birds*
*Them birds*
*Them birds*

gudda gudda:

gudda x9
i am gudda gudda 
i am yung money
used to hang around wit
tahioegbndreogseig and nicki minaj
but now im dissin nxptvne and jly mirage
u smell like 
auuauu
germs
GUDDA GUDDA GUDDA
USE VOICE MOD LIKE U STUNNA
IM GON N UKE YO BUNKAH 
EAGLE SFX
GLAZING LIKE U NOT GON GET THIS GUN UH
my name is jlyyyyy
SMELLING LIKE U SHAT UR PANTS UP
gudda sore throat gets worse
w gudda :mending_heart:

https://soundcloud.com/jlyeli https://soundcloud.com/playitnxptvne FUK YALL

gudda gudda spotted on sid eof rode [diss track] (ft. gudda gudda from yung monye at mcdonnell meal)

track 5:
every end is just another beginning. change should be always welcome.

lyrics:

Night is early and I should be home
I could go for some peace but I'm not sure

A misleading path
Painted in black
So I try to stay back
Turn around and see all my friends calling back

I know they're not real
I go my way and stay calm
Then stop and sit on the grass

Uh-oh

So many strangers, invading my mind
Looking for someone but I hide in plain sight

These people my age
Can't relate to them
I’m a bird in a cage
My purpose derailed

Get back up and fly free
Believe its delusion
And all that you see
Is just an illusion

support on bandcamp <3

Illusion / Aether

this is what depression sounds like

single I: PACON

please stop burning, i know the way to cool our wounds.

happy 21st, z—

- percher

a special thanks to brooklynn, aris, jade, and alec for motivating me to keep going with this project. i love you guys to the moon and back

https://soundcloud.com/journaloffourseasons

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lyrics:

what have you been hiding?
i know that you're still hurting
push the knife deeper
but you said i don't deserve it
the moment i turn my back
is the second you get caught
i know you don't believe
but do you feel you're being watched? (it's tragic)

your actions speak so loud when you tell me that you care
i can't make you drink water, but i swear i can bring you there
"listen to my voice" i say but you just want to hear it
repenting for the same mistake but do nothing to clear it

wishing, hoping, taking,
yearning for your safety
if you love me so much, why then treat me like you hate me?
pushing, shoving, running,
chasing for a feeling
when you trip, come find me in a river full of healing

cold water for a fresh wound
flows from a fountain, not of youth but forgiveness
fire, burning hotter, opening flesh wounds,
blows to you, don't decay in the sickness

i know it's warm but i hate to see you burn
i know it's what you need but i hate to see you hurt
i know you'll be cut right open
but please, find me in a river full of healing

i could tell you i don't miss you
it's hard to be dishonest
there's nothing i regret but
i wish we made it through the autumn
i see that we're both bleeding
you can take down your defenses
i know you don't believe
so can you make this earth your heaven

there's a rushing current try to catch your stance
you wont have to burn if you just take my hand
the worst is yet to come if you continue to delay
its harder having faith knowing there's a chance for you

every memory i jump to dismiss
snaps back in my face, and i remember why it mattered
cold water seems to act just like a mirror
and for better or for worse, it doesn't ever seem to shatter

so take the shards of your broken mirror
and then push it closer
you're deepening our wounds i can feel it
the situation's close to had me hanging from the ceiling
i envy your ability to push away your feelings
every waking moment i cant stand but think about it
push your luck the same mistake is what you're needing
pull my hand and take us to (the river full of healing)

cold water for a fresh wound, i'll give this
fountain, not of youth but forgiveness
remove yourself but it seems you still want me there
i know you're still hurting and if i'm honest i still care

i know its warm, but i hate to see you burn
i know its what you need, but i hate to see you hurt
i know you'll be cut right open,
but please, when it's all said and done,

find me in a river full of healing

river full of healing

terre7 - Driller

Wonderful Epic Music MEGA MIX (84)

The Silence That Binds the Lost is a saga carved in breath, not stone. It begins with elders who carried grief in silence—never speaking, only carving memory into ritual. The warband forgot. The child hummed. Ash sang in sleep. A horn broke the sky.

Across twenty tracks, silence becomes flame. Names buried in shame are unearthed. The warband hears again. The elders rise in fire. And the tribe, once fractured, becomes one breath.

This is not an album. It’s a funeral chant. A sacred lament. A mythic inheritance. It binds the lost not with sound, but with silence that burns.

And this is not the final chapter. There are more breaths to carve. More silence to bind. More flame to rise.

You will not leave this unchanged. You will carry it. You will hum it. You will become it.

The Flame That Would Not Die

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢷⣄⣎⠞⠁⣹⡹⡆⠈⠹⣦⣴⢻⣹⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣁⠏⢦⡰⠁⠑⢷⣄⣀⣿⣻⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠋⠙⣧⠀⠇⠀⠀⠈⢿⢩⣿⠏⢻⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡇⠀⠀⢸⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡟⠀⠀⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡾⠛⢷⠀⠀⡞⠂⠀⠀⠀⣰⠛⢿⣧⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠢⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡾⠞⠀⠀⡞⠀⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⢸⢹⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠉⠹⠷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⠿⠉⠀⠀⠀⢰⠁⡸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⠀⠸⣿⡇⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠃⠔⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⣏⣇⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⠀⢸⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡟⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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𝔰𝖍𝔞𝖉𝔬𝖜¿𝖘𝔢𝖑𝔣

songwriter, guitarist, producer
rock, pop & sometimes edm
she/her


contact: katheriinamusic@gmail.com

i believe coffee and music are the best things in this world.

Illusion / Aether

Katheriina