KILL THE BITCH by NOVA J

This song is a work of artistic expression and does not condone or promote real-life violence or harm. The themes explored are metaphorical, representing inner struggles and emotional turmoil.

Let’s kill — the bitch for the thrill (for the thrill of it)x4

There’s something strangely comforting about an existential crisis
The kind that burns when you take wrong turns 
Down the dark alley of your vices

I should probably stop
But I don’t wanna quit
So let’s kill the bitch 
For the thrill of it

Let’s kill — the bitch for the thrill (for the thrill of it)x4

I say no drama, then I dive in deep, into your icy ocean
Lying to myself, vows I’ll never keep, risk dying from implosion 

I should probably stop
But I don’t wanna quit
So let’s kill the bitch 
For the thrill of it

Let’s kill — the bitch for the thrill (for the thrill of it)x4

If you haven’t figured out
If you really can’t see
The bitch that’s dying 
Is little ole’ me

I should probably stop
But I don’t wanna quit
So let’s kill the bitch 
For the thrill of it

Let’s kill — the bitch for the thrill (for the thrill of it)x4

There’s something strangely comforting about an existential crisis
So…fuck it

Let’s kill — the bitch for the thrill (for the thrill of it)x4

KILL THE BITCH

Ein sehr persönlicher Song... entstanden aus einem meiner Gedichte.

Lauf weg (Electro Version)

#electronic #altfolk #alternativefolk #altindie #electro

Lyrics:

They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not
I wanna believe 
But you have me in a fucking knot
You take me off
When my need is you
I wanna believe 
Do what can I really do? 

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 
Could when I give a shit
Nothing matters now
Nothing matters now

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 
Could when I give a shit
Nothing matters now

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 

Creepo pervs ooze from the edges
While i try to make myself known
Send me DMs that are too fucking cringe
Trying to make me push send
One asked me to be his sugar baby
Like I’m candy for his taking
Chew this you shithead 
My boyfriends dead

I’ve been on the street
Scared to walk alone
They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not as if you know
I wanna believe them
But you have me in a knot
You take me off
When my need is only you

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 
Could when I give a shit
Nothing matters now
Nothing matters now

Could give a shit
Nothing matters now

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 

They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not
I wanna believe 
But you have me in a fucking knot
You take me off
When my need is you
You fucking died so now what do I do?..

They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not
I wanna believe 
But you have me in a fucking knot
You take me off
When my need is you
You fucking died so now what do I do?..

[fade out]

i'm in a knot

From Scratch

Step inside the static with Brain Made of Bruises — a slow-burning alt-rock / trap-grunge descent into the chaos of a mind at war with itself. Gritty guitars crawl beneath layers of ambient noise and distorted emotion, while raw, unfiltered lyrics dive deep into the weight of depression, ADHD, anxiety, and the fight to keep functioning when everything feels fractured. This isn’t just a song — it’s a sonic breakdown stitched together with tension, truth, and trembling defiance. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt the riot inside.

Lyrics:

I wake up like a warning
Thoughts already racing past
Did I dream or get devoured
By the static built to last

I write down plans in panic
Then forget the ink was wet
Now the page is just a shadow
Of the goals I haven’t met

I try to scream in straight lines
But my words dissolve in loops
Thoughts play charades in silence
In a room without a truth

I’ve got a brain made of bruises
From the punches I don’t throw
Every second that I’m still
Is another undertow
It’s a riot in my ribcage
Where the fear and silence fuse
And I’m choking on the echoes
Of excuses I don’t choose

I scroll past meaning daily
Like it’s supposed to pay me back
But dopamine’s a landlord
And I’m broke in every crack

I start like crashing lightning
Then burn out in the flames
Each win feels counterfeit
Inside a head that hates the game

I light a fire to focus
But the smoke just floods my chest
Can’t tell if I’m still trying
Or just failing with finesse

I’ve got a brain made of bruises
Stitched in crooked, fraying threads
With anxiety the tailor
And depression in my bed
It’s a house with all the lights off
But alarms still scream along
I’m surviving in the echo
Of a voice that says I'm wrong

I am the glitch
I am the lag
The scream inside the loading tag
I’m the loop that won't complete
The nail beneath the dragging drag

I’m the whisper getting louder
When I beg the noise to cease
I’m the riot I keep feeding
While I’m starving for release

I’ve got a brain made of bruises
But I still put on the show
Smile stitched like it’s a warning
While I bury what I know
It’s a war I keep surviving
No parades, no breaking news
Just the rust inside my ribcage
And a head full of bad truths

No scars to show
Just mental skin
A thousand cuts
Still caving in

Brain Made of Bruises

Eyes That Stare

velvet mirage

A fierce reminder that time waits for no one. "Every Day Could Be the Last" ignites with a cinematic trap beat layered in emotional piano, ambient synth swells, heavy 808s, and haunting reverb-drenched vocals. This high-energy track hits like a final warning shot and a rally cry all at once—blending urgency, beauty, and truth into an unforgettable club-style experience. Built for those who feel deeply, move fast, and refuse to sleepwalk through life. Blast it loud, live like you mean it, and let every heartbeat count.

Lyrics:

Time slips through like smoke in hand,
You blink, it's gone—no second chance.

Caught in the spin, days flash and burn,
Moments gone, never return.
Old songs echo, faces fade,
A thousand lives I never stayed.

Photographs like haunted ghosts,
Frozen smiles I miss the most.
Chasing clocks that never slow,
Trading now for what we’ll never know.

The present’s bleeding into past,
We build on sand that doesn’t last.
So light the match and break the frame—
Each breath is fire, not just a name.

Live loud, love deep, don’t hold back—
Time’s a thief, it won’t retract.
Kiss slow, scream truth, run fast—
Every day could be the last.
Don’t waste the now on what won’t last,
We only get one ride—make it blast.

I wrote a list of dreams in ink,
The page got wet, it starts to sink.
Regrets don’t speak, but they still shout,
In silence, time keeps running out.

A touch, a glance, that one goodbye—
I didn’t know it was the last time.
So now I hold the present tight,
Like stars that burst before the night.

The past is ash, the future’s thin,
But this moment—this—is where we begin.
Don’t sleepwalk through a living flame,
This second’s yours—so stake your claim.

Live loud, love deep, don’t hold back—
Time’s a thief, it won’t retract.
Kiss slow, scream truth, run fast—
Every day could be the last.
Don’t waste the now on what won’t last,
We only get one ride—make it blast.

Maybe we’re all chasing echoes,
Running on dreams with worn-down soles.
But in the rush, I’ve come to know—
This heartbeat’s all we ever own.

Live loud, love deep, don’t hold back—
The past won’t pause, it fades to black.
Kiss slow, scream truth, run fast—
Every day could be the last.
So give your all, forget the past—
Light it up like it’s your last.

Pages turn, but I am here.
I won’t waste another year.

Every Day Could Be the Last

Italian text translated into English ⬇️

“Chi sa sognare ha la possibilità di vivere in due mondi” 

“Sogni ( straniero é chi…)”

Prigionieri liberi incontrollabili
Parte di mente che scivola via
Alianti invisibili segreti inviolabili
Aerei nel cielo che lasciano scia

Riesco a sentire il profumo dei fiori
Le note i brividi caldi i colori
Toccarli con mano e stringerli forte
Ancora più forte ancora di più

Ed io sono qui con pennelli e colori
La tela è il mio spazio e disegno la vita
Ed io sono qui apparentemente distratto
A catalogare tutte le mie occasioni
I tentativi e le delusioni

Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi non sa sognare
Non ha le ali e non sa volare
Apro la porta al mondo dei sogni
Giovani vecchi il mondo di tutti
Apro la porta alla mia fantasia
Ai sogni in attesa la mia allegria
La mia allegria

Come la creta poter modellare
E dargli la forma che abbiamo nel cuore
Toccare con mano poterli sentire
E stringerli forte come un amore

Ed io sono qui invulnerabile
I desideri fanno parte di me
Chiudo gli occhi e mi piace guardare
La vista non toglie i sogni che ho

Sarà sarò
Saranno dentro i miei pensieri
Sarò sarà
Saranno tutti i miei desideri

Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi non sa sognare
Non ha le ali e non sa volare
Apro la porta al mondo dei sogni
Giovani vecchi il mondo di tutti
Apro la porta alla mia fantasia
Ai sogni in attesa la mia allegria
La mia allegria la mia allegria. 

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“Those who know how to dream have the opportunity to live in two worlds”

“Dreams (foreigner is who…)”

Free uncontrollable prisoners
Part of the mind that slips away
Invisible gliders inviolable secrets
Planes in the sky that leave a trail

I can smell the scent of flowers
The notes the warm shivers the colors
Touch them with your hand and hold them tight
Even tighter even more

And I am here with brushes and colors
The canvas is my space and I draw life
And I am here apparently distracted
Cataloguing all my opportunities
The attempts and the disappointments

Foreigner is who
Foreigner is who
Foreigner is who does not know how to dream
Has no wings and does not know how to fly
I open the door to the world of dreams
Young old people the world of everyone
I open the door to my imagination
To the waiting dreams my joy
My joy

Like clay to be able to model
And give it the shape we have in our hearts
Touch with your hand to be able to feel them
And hold them tight like a love

And I am here invulnerable
Desires are part of me
I close my eyes and I like to look
The view does not take away the dreams I have

It will be I will be
They will be inside my thoughts
I will be it will be
They will be all my desires

A stranger is who
A stranger is who
A stranger is who does not know how to dream
He does not have wings and does not know how to fly
I open the door to the world of dreams
Young old people the world of everyone
I open the door to my imagination
To the waiting dreams my joy
My joy my Joyce

SOGNI (straniero é chi…)

A new song! A cover of of one of my instrumentals combined with new lyrics, put together by Suno 4.5.

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Last night I thought I heard you, wishful thinking I suppose
The stairs, they know the rhythm, the way the story goes
Where would we ever run to, to escape the things we change?
No one really knows, the truth is just too strange

Sometimes when I've prayed, I know I'll be saved
But I must forever hide, the secrets deeply paved
I believe in something, so I'll walk a path apart
As long as I’m alive, I can make a new start

In my own eyes, I see your face again
What matters is letting go of what used to be
I always try to understand, and try not to feel sad
But it seems so many others are lost to what's bad

Where would we wander if time forgot our names?  
Should we have written it down, just in case?
With our names gone, how do we know we’ve been called?
All I know is, I’ve been loved, a truth I can now hold

Maybe you’ll come back again, like a dream in my hands  
Sometimes I pray, like there’s someone out there
I was numb, you were unforgettable, or so it seems
I kept waiting, but now I’m far from such dreams

Sometimes when I'm lost, I know I'll be found
But I must keep going, there’s no turning around
I believe in something, so I'll walk a path apart
As long as I’m alive, I can make a new start

In the corner of my eyes, your face returns  
But every time I reach, something burns  
And what we gave, it broke, it bled
At least I can forget
About the words I said

Sometimes

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