Hortzak Erakusten

Esto Saldra Bien (feat. Kiliki Frexko)

Pintando En Un Cd.mp3

Voy A Quemar

Mata A Tu Jefe

Contento De Ser Feo

Amorrua

El Xokas (feat. Sunny Wright IV)

heaven-and-hell.mp3

City of Vice

🌿 Sanctuary entrance
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3w9MX1qnmCopmXkpwkyI4A?si=Jwahcr1RRv-OU_8mkuoqkA

Contraband Faith - symphonic rap-metal, gothic, confrontational.
A charged collision of rap-metal urgency and hostile symphonic weight, where belief is treated as evidence and conviction becomes a crime. The song unfolds like an interrogation inside a collapsing cathedral: strings strike like alarms, choirs chant like inmates, and the voice moves between defiance and quiet resolve. It’s not a hymn and not a protest anthem, but a reckoning with systems that fear what they cannot regulate. At its core, the song is about refusing erasure — about carrying faith as contraband, knowing it may cost freedom, but never identity.

━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

They never asked for my hands
They asked for my silence

Midnight knocks learn your name by force
Paper breathes law, the boots enforce
No fire in my pockets, no maps, no code
Just a word I carry like a hidden load

I folded nothing, I signed no skin
Kept my mouth closed, kept my soul in
They weigh belief like a sharpened tool
Call it dangerous when it won’t be ruled

Numbers replace what mirrors knew
Steel remembers what truth can do

Say it plain
Say it slow
Who do you bow to
When the doors say no

You can lock the bone
You can starve the breath
But faith don’t listen
To the language of death

No erasing the mark
No bleaching the stain
Belief walks free
Through the bars of the brain

No recant
No erase

Cameras pray with an unblinking eye
Ask me to trade what I am for a lie
They want belief neat, framed, and tame
Ash without fire, a docile flame

Mine still moves, still learns to speak
That’s why it sounds like a threat when I breathe
They fear the pulse they can’t confine
A quiet no that outlives time

I didn’t raise my voice
I kept my name

Cells turn sideways, become a choir
Chains keep rhythm, doubt feeds the fire
You call it order
I call it fear dressed as law

You can shave my name
Burn the page
But truth doesn’t kneel
To a numbered cage

No recanting the spark
No unlearning the flame
What you sentence in flesh
Still survives the frame

Say it again
Say it clean
Say belief is a crime unseen

Then why does it grow
Every time you scream

You can lock the bone
You can starve the breath
But faith don’t listen
To the language of death

No erasing the mark
No bleaching the stain

Sentence the days
Sentence the years
You can’t parole
What outlives fear

The crime was never violence
It was conviction

Crime
Crime
Then why does it grow
Every time you scream

You can lock the bone
You can starve the breath
But faith don’t listen
To the language of death

No erasing the mark
No bleaching the stain
Belief walks free
Through the bars of the brain

Mata A Tu Jefe

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