DREGS - EP

Bomb The Hill

the playlist for the script 'every thing breathes my air'

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WE CAN COME BACK!

Lyrics:
We could come back
But the time has gone
I'm run, run, running to escape from your love
Don't lie
'Cause I know your heart
Don't try- try- looking for someone to forget

'Cause
'Cause I gave you my whole life
And instead you gave me nothing
And you let me hear you're lonely
And you're lonely
Lay-hey
I was lost on my own way
I will never be the same guy (girl)
But someone told me that the loves fate
And I lose faith

We could come back
But the time has gone
I'm run, run, running to escape from your love
Don't lie
'Cause I know your heart
Don't try- try- looking for someone to forget

Back
But the time has gone
I'm run, run, running to escape from your love
Don't lie 
'Cause I know your heart
Don't try- try- looking for someone to forget

'Cause I gave you my whole life

Someone To Forget

Music Video

Someone To Forgot

I Wish I Was Better For You

POV: you’re HDMI and you just found out that youre getting sued for copyright (Feat. HDMI)

Metropole Virus
They met beneath the city—beneath the clubs, beneath the gloss.

One was a dominatrix known only as Ryn Vanta, with a voice like crushed velvet and a taste for sonic pain. She ran a masked lounge in Frankfurt’s red-light shadows, where men paid for control and left broken by silence. The other, Nova Skeld, was a dancer turned data-runner in the Bahnhofsviertel, trafficking glances and synth packets across latex alleys and glitch-lit strip bars.

They collided at 4AM in a backroom booth—Nova mid-rush, Ryn mid-set—surrounded by pulsing strobes and bodies chasing chemical escape. No pleasantries. Just eye contact, and the mutual recognition of the kind of loneliness that sells out nightly but never cashes in.

That same week, Nova sampled Ryn’s whispered monologue and looped it through a trance beat tracked over CCTV hum. It hit like perfume and concrete. They locked themselves in a neon-stained studio above a brothel in Kabukicho and started turning trauma into sound.

What They Became
Genre: Dance/trance noir with industrial bruises and seductive decay

Aesthetic: Glitch lace, strobe seduction, cybernetic cabaret

Message: Pleasure is political. Music is memoir. Shame is currency.

Live Shows: Masked rituals. Intercut sex worker testimonials. Surveillance visuals. Strip-club hymns with synth breakdowns.

Pigalle

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Someone To Forgot

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