3. “Mirror in the Graveyard”

Karma begins to whisper. The dead are restless. Trump and his ilk face their own shadows—but instead of reflection, they find decay. In a graveyard of forgotten justice, the mirror doesn’t lie. This track is soul-deep and haunting, a poetic meditation on guilt, denial, and the spirits that won’t stay silent. The past is watching, and it wants payment.

Mirror in the Graveyard

Back Home to You

I Felt You Before I Knew You” is a soulful reflection on divine connection that rare feeling when someone touches your spirit long before you ever cross paths. Marcus Al-Aziz pours emotion, faith, and vulnerability into every note, blending smooth vocals with raw truth. This one’s for anyone who believes in timing, energy, and love that was written long before it happened!

I Felt You Before I knew You

How come we let this go on

Red curtain sighs, spotlight hums low
We know our lines, still steal the show
Your smile rehearsed, my hands remember
Every act feels like last December

They’ll quote us like it’s Casablanca
Black and white hearts in the frame
We’re golden age in technicolor drama
Different reels, same flame

Line by line, we fall in tune
Same old play beneath the moon
Curtain up, we play it through
The stage between me and you

Old piano hums, the velvet shakes
We pour champagne on our mistakes
You bow too soon, I miss my mark
We both shine better in the dark

They’ll write us down like Gone with the Wind
Beautiful lies we improvise
Your gaze feels like a closing scene
Cut to black before goodbyes

Line by line, we fall in tune
Same old play beneath the moon
Curtain up, we play it through
The stage between me and you

Lights fade slow, I still hear the crowd
Names in gold, but hearts too loud
Maybe truth is just good timing
And grace is how we keep smiling

Line by line, we find what’s true
Not every script was meant for two
Curtain down, but I see through
The stage between me and you

My love, curtain’s low
But I still glow

Line By Line

Contentment — Version 2

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Clock hands carve the same old scar
Morning hits hard like a rusted bar
Coffee burns through a hollow chest
Five day storm with no place to rest

Fluorescent lights hum funeral hymns
Time drips slow through the cracks and rims
Faces blur in the factory glare
Every smile feels paper thin air

Chains don’t always rattle like steel
Sometimes they sound like a good deal
Comfort cuts deep in a velvet cage
Freedom waits somewhere past this wage

I’ve been running from the weight of routine
Dust in my lungs from the spaces between
If this is living, why’s the light so dim
Clock hits five but the night feels grim

도망치듯 숨 내뱉어
Ash falls quiet from a burning core
Door swings open like a parted sea 
Something whispers follow me

Steel doors close like a warning bell
People move fast just to hide the hell
Dreams boxed up on assembly lines
Stamped and shipped like they’re out of time

Wake, work, sleep like a circle chain
Same black rain on a windowpane
Hope feels thin like a thread pulled tight
Might snap clean if I pull tonight

Every map drawn in someone else’s hand
Every road leading back to the same command
All I own is a heartbeat’s spark
Lighting matches in the dark

I’ve been running from the weight of routine
Dust in my lungs from the spaces between
If this is living, why’s the light so dim
Clock hits five but the night feels grim

도망치듯 숨 내뱉어
Ash falls quiet from a burning core
Door swings open like a parted sea 
Something whispers follow me

Escape

Neon incense rising through the rafters
Hollow hymns rehearsed for manufactured rapture
Paper crowns trembling over borrowed halos
Mirrors warp the faces into saints and shadows
Hands lifted high but the floor keeps shaking
Hearts beat loud but the sound feels faking
Smoke curls slow like whispered scripture
Frames blur out in a holy mixture

Whisper louder, echo over
Hush now, closer, turn it over
Ring the bells, the choir’s breathing
Noise dressed up like something holy
Count to seven, break it open
Hands together, eyes still frozen
Say the words that keep repeating
Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Static trembling underneath the choir
Faith on fire but the flames grow tired
Screens glow bright like stained-glass windows
Every shout just a shadow in the echoes
Ticker tape falling like secondhand prayers
Torn confessions tangled in electrical wires
Crowd hum thick like smoke in the rafters
Praise runs thin but the pulse runs faster

Whisper louder, echo over
Hush now, closer, turn it over
Ring the bells, the choir’s breathing
Noise dressed up like something holy
Count to seven, break it open
Hands together, eyes still frozen
Say the words that keep repeating
Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Glass eyes stare, devotion borrowed
Truth runs dry in a well gone hollow
Shaking hands draw crooked halos
Grace sold cheap in plastic rainbow 
If every voice is screaming louder
Which echo do we even follow
If every signal means salvation
Why does quiet sound like sorrow

믿음처럼 보이던 것들
빛에 녹아 사라졌을 때
Silence cuts like silver
Truth tastes strange

Choir folds like waves collapsing
Pulse drifts out, the room unlatching
Heartbeats sync like forced confession
Faith bends low in quiet suppression
Golden dust settles on the altar
Hands shake slow, the echoes falter
What’s left shining when the light stops bleeding
What remains when the noise stops feeding

Whisper louder, echo over
Hush now, closer, turn it over
Ring the bells, the choir’s breathing
Noise dressed up like something holy
Count to seven, break it open
Hands together, eyes still frozen
Say the words that keep repeating
Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Golden Idol

Whispers Through the Desert Wind (ft. Luna Verite)

Dancing with the Rain

Kalvin Kim
Experimenting through genres and sound.

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Line By Line

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