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🕯️ Burn The Silence.
🔥 Break The System.
✨ This is Lightly.

💥 40 Tracks
🌀 Southern Rap, Trap, Metal & EDM

📆 Drops July 11, 2025
🌐 On all streaming platforms

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No Sleep

Void Eyes

Fine Art

Sunshine Lollipop Insanity

Dark Angel & Angel of Light

Mass is sacred

space station

Railgun

Nuclear Baptism

Days '&' nights (Remix)

Blight Side

Blood Siren

Lust after Death

Prestige of the Misled

Neural Mirage

Chrononaut drip

sound art by yours truly.. now  ( Silence, Mortal !)  down on your knees

Silence, Mortal

A seductive demoness answers a summoning with wrath, allure, and blightcore chaos. “You Said My Name” is a dark dubstep trap anthem steeped in ambient horror, screamo whisper, and FX—blending glitchcore textures with the decaying elegance of blightcore. The vocals oscillate between sultry moans and commanding chants, layered over distorted bass drops and rain-soaked synths.

This is not a love song—it’s a warning. You lit the flame. Now watch it burn.

You Said My Name

Disinfected is a sonic purge—where corrupted memories and viral emotions are burned clean in a glitchfire baptism. The beat opens with static-laced whispers and distorted 808s, then erupts into a screamo-trap breakdown that feels like a hazmat crew exorcising a haunted motherboard. Vocals oscillate between venomous chants and fragmented screams, layered over industrial textures and ambient horror drones. Every drop feels like a cleansing—violent, sacred, and necessary.

The track doesn’t just slap—it sterilizes.

Disinfected

A sonic hallucination wrapped in velvet decay. PARADOX opens with distorted moth-wing flutters—glitchy hi-hats and ambient static that mimic flight through a collapsing dream. The bass hits like prophecy: deep, warped, and ritualistic. Vocals oscillate between whispered confessions and screamo declarations

that’s the paradox

lyrical monolith. A manifesto. A sonic mural carved from grief, grit, and generational fire.

word is the bird

96–100 BPM trap beat with bright, cartoon‑inspired blending it with flex bars, pop culture nods, and absurdist humor. The repetition of the names works like a chant, and the “sugar, spice, and everything nice”

Chemical X

There's a job I'm a Doom S.T.A.L.K.E.R There's a job I'm a Mars Walker

W.A.L.K.E.R

“Fractal loops, razor‑edge wordplay, and cinematic darkness — I build verses like siege engines, loaded with philosophy, sarcasm, and myth. Every bar’s a mirror and a weapon. If it makes your head nod and your brain recalibrate, it’s doing its job.”

Hodor holdor

This that, this—no intro, introverts that kinfolk. I go beamin’, Scottie, go ahead, see the body. Mind go where it don’t belong, sayin’ so long to what the mind know. My soul’s been gone. Time’s flown. World overblown. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. (BIGGG BOD Da BOOM!!!!) Life is no guarantee.

💥 Thank You to the Fans 💥 To everyone ridin’ with me through the fallout, the chaos, the couture—y’all are the reason this myth keeps breathing. Like it. Share it. Repost it. Let ‘em know: the Vault Queen’s back and the world’s been split.

#ReadyToSplit #FalloutAnthem #CoutureChaos #WeaponizedBeauty #AwWow

spitting atoms

A banshee sermon from the edge of the void. This instrumental detonates with glitched doom metal riffs and warped gospel choirs, dragged through swampy 808s and siren-laced sub-bass. Bombs drop. Organs scream. DJ scratches slice through the static like cursed sigils. Verses pulse with Memphis occult trap, PHONK aggression, and spectral drill rhythms. Electronic harmonicas wail like haunted relics. Each resurrection drop blends gospel chants, filthstep bass, ghostly sweeps, and Dolby subsonic chaos. It’s lo-fi chill meets doomcore meets singer-songwriter pop—then dragged through a black hole in stilettos. Dark. Surreal. Electrifying. No survival in this gravity.

gravity well

Warp Drive (OVER CLOCK)

a sprawling conspiracy epic that fuses glitchcore, trap, and doom-metal theatrics into a single cosmic sermon. Over four fearsome verses and anthemic hooks, GhostGoddess and Blood Siren trade ethereal whispers and venomous spit-fire, unearthing ancient astronaut lore, end-times paranoia, and the twisted power plays of GLOB-like beings.

great Anunnaki

yall playlist CD players are DJ fakers ..

Fake ass DJs these days

mobile blight

PC blight

DVD blight

CD blight

This that purgatory,

sins of Paradice

body sins

shadow puppet

Grim Reaper’s daughter

SO SICK

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