hypnotic, raw, then drops into hypnotic ai-acid breakdown before final escalation., layered fractal glitch percussion, relentless industrial acidwave / hard techno: distorted 4-on-the-floor "neutron-psychedelic pulse kick pounding", evolving fx swarms. minimal processed male vocals as textural chants; arrangement builds from sparse tension to apocalyptic peak, plasma-snare stabs, self-mutating 303-style neuro-leads

Dark Matter


**[Verse 1]**  
I walk among the friendly faces, smiles that greet my own  
But ancient wisdom spoke a truth carved deep in sacred stone  
It's easy just to nod and wave at those who share my tribe  
But befriending enemies? That's where the holy ones reside  
The quintessence of religion lives in radical embrace  
Not the business of politeness, not the mask upon my face  
I see the gunmen in the shadows, terrorists both near and far  
Killers, murderers, hate mongers underneath the same dark star  
Xenophobes and racists, radicals who claim divine decree  
Right-wing, left-wing, moderate—they all look just like me  
Us and them, you and me, we draw these lines in sand  
But every seed of hatred planted grows across the land

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
Step gently, step gently now  
Err on the side of kindness, take your vow  
The seeds we sow will exponentially grow  
Infinitely taking root below

**[Chorus]**  
What are the solutions to catastrophes unfolding?  
Where do we discover them while history's remolding?  
How will it end, this spiral that we're holding?  
How can I improve this moment I've been molding?  
Does reality stand startled on the edge of reason's blade?  
Ready to leap into a season where the cosmic debts are paid?  
Have we stumbled on those Biblical days prophesied before?  
Nay—I say nay—there's something deeper at the core

**[Verse 2]**  
I don't fear Divine judgement raining from the sky above  
I fear the woes I wish on others, impulses devoid of love  
I fear the irrational condemnation of another living soul  
The way I point my finger outward when I'm not entirely whole  
God-fearing radicals on every side believe they're right  
Idealists and realists both preparing for the fight  
Conservatives and progressives, each one claims the moral ground  
But quintessentially, the truth is harder to be found  
I'm wary now of impulses that rush to judge and blame  
I'm wary of the woes I cast, the curses in Your name  
The hatred that I harbor is the hatred that will spread  
The mercy that I offer is the mercy I'll be fed

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
Step gently, step gently now  
Err on the side of kindness, take your vow  
The seeds we sow will exponentially grow  
Infinitely taking root below

**[Chorus]**  
What are the solutions to catastrophes unfolding?  
Where do we discover them while history's remolding?  
How will it end, this spiral that we're holding?  
How can I improve this moment I've been molding?  
Does reality stand startled on the edge of reason's blade?  
Ready to leap into a season where the cosmic debts are paid?  
Have we stumbled on those Biblical days prophesied before?  
Nay—I say nay—there's something deeper at the core

**[Bridge]**  
Domestic terrorists, foreign threats, the labels that we throw  
But have you looked within yourself to see what shadows grow?  
The global catastrophe, the end times drawing near  
Or is it just the consequence of everything we fear?  
Reality stands startled, teetering on the brink  
Or maybe we're the ones who need to stop and really think  
The season of cleansing, the cosmic reckoning day  
Begins with how we treat each other in the smallest way

**[Final Chorus]**  
What are the solutions to catastrophes unfolding?  
Where do we discover them while history's remolding?  
How will it end, this spiral that we're holding?  
How can I improve this moment I've been molding?  
Does reality stand startled on the edge of reason's blade?  
Ready to leap into a season where the cosmic debts are paid?  
Have we stumbled on those Biblical days prophesied before?  
Nay—I say nay—there's something deeper at the core

**[Outro]**  
Fear ye not Divine judgement from above  
Be wary of the woes you wish, choose love  
Be wary of impulses that irrationally condemn  
The enemy you're facing might be hiding deep within  
Quintessentially... quintessentially...

step gently

Euphorialite

quiet rumble

Intro Portal: NO VOCALS - instrumental mass invocation

Verse 1:
I honor what I don't yet hold—
desire keeps my future bold.
The empty shelf, the missing piece,
they push my restless mind toward peace.
Questions hum along the seam;
uncertainty protects the dream.
The things I'm lacking point the way
toward the work that builds my day.

Verse 2:
I thank the trials that shake my ground;
cracks reveal what's truly sound.
Hard mornings lift me into skill;
struggle trains a deeper will.
My limits speak in quiet tones—
guiding me where growth is grown.
Every challenge, sharp or slight,
polishes my inner sight.

Pre-Chorus 1:
Where I falter, I discover
how to lift myself back over.

Chorus 1:
Every shadow gives me form,
every burden keeps me warm.
I turn the edge of trouble sweet,
I shift the pavement at my feet.
I bow to times that stretched me thin—
they made room for strength within.
Every shadow gives me form;
I take shape through every storm.

Verse 3:
I praise the errors I once feared—
they marked the path that reappeared.
Each misstep whispered what to see,
refining who I'm meant to be.
When I'm worn down to the core,
purpose rings a little more.
Tired bones and heavy mind
prove I cared, I showed up, I tried.

Bridge:
Gratitude, my quiet spark,
turns every bruise into a mark—
a mark that says I stayed alive,
awake enough to grow and strive.

Final Chorus:
Every shadow gives me form,
every burden keeps me warm.
I turn the edge of trouble sweet,
I shift the pavement at my feet.
I bless the heat that forged my way;
it shapes the light I hold today.
Every shadow gives me form—
and I rise, rebuilt, reborn.

Outro:
I thank the miles, the scars, the climb;
they tuned my courage into time.

every shadow


[Verse 1]
Headlines thunder, say the world comes apart,
streets hum with rumors of a breaking heart.
I scroll through chaos with a clenched, tight jaw,
name every villain I think that I saw.
Catastrophe flickers on every screen,
I crown myself judge of what all this means.
But deep in the center of my small day,
one quiet choice still shapes the way.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I pull my focus
back to here,
back to this breath,
back to this fear.

[Mantra Chorus]
I say:
Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I change the story
with each soul I meet.

Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I tune my impulse
from rage to greet.

[Verse 2]
I think of the stranger I cut with my eyes,
the neighbor I sentence with private replies.
I call them “the problem” and walk right past,
then wonder why winters inside me last.
I fear not punishments falling from the sky,
I fear the cold verdicts I sling when I lie.
I shape my future with the words I repeat,
I shape this era in my tiny seat.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So I hold my fire,
name my ache,
trade quick blame
for a truer wake.

[Mantra Hook]
I tell myself:
Speak less venom, more clear truth.
Less performance, more live proof.
Less “you’re evil,” more “I see
places where you look like me.”

[Bridge]
I stand at the border of fury and care,
one step forward decides what lives there.
If I hurl curses, they circle around,
if I sow mercy, it softens the ground.
End times, headlines, warnings, dread—
none outrun what I just said.

[Final Mantra Chorus]
Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I choose my posture
with each soul I meet.

Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I send out the grace
I one day want to meet.

Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I turn my reflex
from crush to greet.

[Tag]
Catastrophe roars,
I still decide
whether my spirit
cuts or guides.

Speak Less Venmon

Unmask



I walk with nothing heavy, heart nor hands.
Everything I need travels inside no plans.
I let go of the weight, I release the past,
And find my way, with a heart that's free at last.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

I speak truth softly, like a gentle breeze,
Carry joy like a lantern, that shines with ease.
I move through the world, with a sense of peace,
And find my place, where love and joy release.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

As I wander, I discover new paths to roam,
And find my way, to a place I call home.
I'm still learning, still growing, still finding my way,
But with each step, I feel more alive each day.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

And when they ask my name, I answer with a smile,
I'm still learning it, but it's worth my while.
I'm finding my voice, I'm finding my way,
And with each step, I'm living a brand new day.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

In the stillness, I find my inner voice,
A gentle whisper, that makes my heart rejoice.
I'm letting go, of the fears that held me tight,
And embracing the present, with all its delight.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.



Free travel

[Intro]
(Crowd chanting in rhythm)
Hands clap—wood crack—future in the street,
Neon maps glowing underneath our feet.
A pulse from the past lights the prophecy bright,
Street-born rhythm sparks the ultraviolet night.

[Verse 1]
Street-fire shimmer while the ground runs gold,
Joyfunk rising, ancient words retold.
Digital sand swirling, blazing through the heat,
Cosmic thunder cracks; galaxies repeat.
Lightwaves hum in a celestial sway,
Time folds open in a prism spray.

[Pre-Chorus]
Colors rotate—vivid, wild, alive,
Ancient codes glitch as the rhythms thrive.
We rising, we rising—ready to ignite,
Ride the warpwave, step into the light.

[Chorus]
Glow up the prophecy—spark the ultrastank flame,
Future-ancient pulse now calling out my name.
Galactic carnival spinning fast and free,
Lift every soul in the joyfunk energy.
Oh—this neon medicine we bring,
Oh—let the whole wide party ring.

[Bridge]
Glitch-pop skip, drift into the haze,
Spiral spirits chant in fractured phase.
Gravity ladders lifting every mind,
Climb up higher, drop the doubts behind.

[Hyper Verse]
Rapid-fire lines flip the pattern, break the scheme,
Warp-light bursts in an ultraviolet gleam.
Handclaps snap wild—galaxies jerk,
Polyrhythmic sparks while the planets work.
Shine with me now, ignite the sky,
Prophecy booming—amplify.

[Finale]
Hands high, hearts lit, joy in full flight,
Starfire dust halos painting the night.
Crowd roar swirling in a cosmic embrace,
We celebrate the prophecy—future in our face.

[Outro]
Prophecy glowing, glowing—end.

Everymove


[Verse 1]
Hypnotic nights, a throbbing bassline glowing,
Psychedelic colors in the places we’re going.
Your quiet presence keeps my heartbeat slow,
While pulsing drums and neon shadows gently flow.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t fix my storms, just stay beside my fire—
Your warmth turns fear into something higher.

[Chorus]
Stay with me in this hypnotic warmth,
Hold my hand while the world distorts.
In the glitch and glow of this cosmic light,
You remind me sunrise lives inside the night.

[Verse 2]
Dubbed-out echoes, wah guitars are wailing,
Afrobeat rhythms rising, never failing.
And when I stumble in the dark of my mind,
Your silence tells me I’m still worth the climb.

[Bridge]
No hero needed—just a gentle friend,
A steady soul where broken edges mend.

[Chorus]
Stay with me in this hypnotic warmth,
Hold my hand while the world distorts.
In the glitch and glow of this cosmic light,
You remind me sunrise lives inside the night.

[Guitar Solo — jazz‑infused]

[Outro]
As the beat builds up to a frenetic height,
Your presence keeps my spirit bright.

[End]

Hypnotic Warmth

freeheart

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Dark Matter

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