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Give me sunshine over your bullshit…
Everyday..

I"ll Take $unshine

Dilating

Josephine

WE SAW YOUR DREAM, WE KNOW YOU WANT THAT PHONE CASE

I saw the flash at first light of the moon
Carried the weight, most of the tune
Your eyes were low and the light was blue
And that was the worst
the worst part of you

Ain’t it the worst
Ain’t it the worst
When they find the time
To empty our minds
Onto the floor
Sift through the mess
Just to decide
What they sell us next
Ain’t it the worst

Another light that I shouldn’t light
The glare of the sun, you're lit from behind
You look at me but all I see is grey
They took your face
And they gave it away

Ain’t it the worst
Ain’t it the worst
When they find the time
To pour out our minds
Onto the floor
Sift through the mess
Just to decide
What they sell us next
Ain't it the worst

The Mess

MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS — 青い、濃い、橙色の日 (Aoi, Koi, Daidaiiro No Hi)

The heat is on them now,
Our dreams are gone.
The choice is clear,
And the end is near.

The shutters open on her—
The golden sky,
The solar rays that shower
The metal shell.

The heat is on them now,
Our dreams are gone.
The choice is clear,
And the end is near.

The screaming,
The landscapes below,
Echoes—a roar
Of our journey to the
Holy war.

Credits:

Work 242 N. Off Is N. Off (by Front 242)
Written by: D. Bressanutti, JL De Meyer, P. Codenys, Richard 23

Brad Astra: Guitars, Bass, Percussion, & Soundscapes
Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar, Synths, & Dreams

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio, Calgary, Alberta

Artwork by: Brad Astra
Photography by: Brad Astra

Released under Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate. All rights reserved.

Produced by Brad Astra

Enough Is Enough

Ćma

There Is No Cure for a Nightmare

🖤✨ You Were Real in the Blur 
by The Miracle Syndicate

Flickers on the lens
A photo we forgot
Dust in the projector—
You were there, then not.

All the flowers become—
Static on the screen…
You left your breath in the room,
And I still breathe it in.

You were real in the blur,
You were never just a dream
I trace your face in the burn—
Nothing’s what it seems.

Oh—

The wires cross in sleep,
You called out in the dark
Your voice crawled through the screen
And left a mark.

You were the glitch in my grace,
Flicker, then you’re gone
How can I delete
What keeps playing on?

You were real in the blur,
You were never just a dream
I trace your face in the burn—
Nothing’s what it seems.

Oh—

But I still hear you sing…
But I still hear you sing…

You were the glitch in my grace,
Flicker, then you’re gone
How can I delete
What keeps playing on?

And still…
I wait
for
you.

You Were Real in the Blur

ENTROPIA

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