✨️My World✨️

Fast. Loud. No second takes.

Ru$hed threw this one together at full speed—no edits, no overthinking, just raw energy and pure chaos. The bass is overblown, the tempo is too fast to keep up with, and the whole thing feels like it’s about to explode.

But who cares? The momentum is here, the people are moving, and there’s no time to slow down. Turn it up, charge forward, and let the mix ride.

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Lyrics:
[Verse]
Rockin' red caps, got the whole crowd amped
Rally flags wavin', every voice gettin' ramped
Main Street to Wall Street, takin' back the power
Big wave comin', it's the MAGA hour

[Verse 2]
Drainin' the swamp, kickin' out the suits
Fly the banner high, no time for disputes
On the ground, boots laced, ready to defend
Loud and proud, every day 'til the end

[Chorus]
MAGA momentum, stormin' through the stage
Unity ignites, can't contain the rage
Proud patriots rise, voices breakin' chains
MAGA movement charge, flowin' through the veins

[Verse 3]
Concrete jungles, countryside views
One nation strong, singin' different blues
Speakin' truth loud, lettin' haters scoff
United we stand, no one gonna knock us off

[Verse 4]
Hands shake hard, brothers in the fight
Torch of liberty, burnin' through the night
Voices louder, echo through the land
MAGA march forward, got the upper hand

[Chorus]
MAGA momentum, stormin' through the stage
Unity ignites, can't contain the rage
Proud patriots rise, voices breakin' chains
MAGA movement charge, flowin' through the veins

MAGA Momentum (Ru$hed Mix)

🔥 IT DIDN'T WORK 🔥
They locked us down.
They stole our rights.
They tried to break us—but it didn’t work.

This track is a war cry for everyone who stood tall when the system tried to push them down.
A sonic rebellion with gang vocals, crushing guitars, and lyrics that hit like bricks through glass.
We held the line. We didn’t break. Now we rise.

🎤 Shout it loud:
“It didn’t work—NO WAY, NO WAY!”

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Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
What does Civil War look like today?
Turn on the news—it’s underway!
They stole the vote, they stole your cash,
Funded their lies, built up their stash!

[Chorus]
It didn’t work! (No way, no way!)
We held the line! (We didn’t break!)
They took their shot! (We’re still here!)
Now it’s our turn! (Feel the burn!)

[Verse 2]
Public health? Just another war!
Locked us down and slammed the door!
Took our jobs, took our rights,
We said NO! We stood to fight!

[Chorus]
It didn’t work! (No way, no way!)
We held the line! (We didn’t break!)
They took their shot! (We’re still here!)
Now it’s our turn! (Feel the burn!)

[Bridge]
They raised the prices, burned the farms,
Made sure food would do us harm.
Crushed the loans, crushed our homes,
Tried to keep us weak alone!

[Verse 3]
But we fought back, yeah, we stood tall,
Planted food and fed them all!
Raised our own, took back our lives,
Didn’t fall for all their lies!

[Chorus]
It didn’t work! (No way, no way!)
We held the line! (We didn’t break!)
They took their shot! (We’re still here!)
Now it’s our turn! (Feel the burn!)

[Outro]
They threw it all, we didn’t fall,
Now we rise, now we call!
They tried to break us, but now they learn,
This time—it’s our turn!

It Didn’t Work

🖋️ PEN DROP - “You fear the face. But the hand holds the pen.”

Welcome to the haunted circus of control — where figureheads dance, but the ink decides your fate.
"Pen Drop" is a rapcore fusion drenched in eerie carnival tones and cinematic dread.
This isn't about red or blue.
This is about who signs your life away without ever showing their face.

Autopen kings.
Invisible regimes.
And the sick joke that we call choice.

Verse by verse, the mask slips.
By the outro… you’ll start hearing Ghostwriter.
You weren’t supposed to.


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📝 Lyrics:
[Intro]
(Whispered)
Pen... drop...
Pen... drop...

[Hook]
What's worse, the face or the hand that hides?
Trump in the chair or the pen that slides?
Autopen kings in the backroom write
You fear the crown, but the crown’s just hype

Pen drop, truth shock,
Signed away behind the lock
Who's the boss? Not the face you see
Shadow court got a hold on D.C.

[Verse 1]
They told you orange man bad, now you sleep again
But the wolf wore a tie, signed by fountain pen
Executive ghost with a spectral stroke
Bills get passed and you never spoke

Autopen flick, no fingerprints
Silent ink, they erase dissent
While they feeding you wars, false flags, and trends
The puppet got strings, but who threads the ends?

[Hook]
What's worse, the face or the hand that hides?
Trump in the chair or the pen that slides?
Autopen kings in the backroom write
You fear the crown, but the crown’s just hype

Pen drop, truth shock,
Signed away behind the lock
Who's the boss? Not the face you see
Shadow court got a hold on D.C.

[Bridge]
You watch the circus
But you never see the tent poles
They printing laws on scrolls
While you scroll through trolls

Who's worse?
The devil you know?
Or the mask you can't unmask
Behind that presidential show?

[Outro]
Pen... drop...
Pen... drop...
Who's got the pen?
Who's got the pen?

Pen Drop

⚡ Signal Protocol ⚡

They tried to erase the current.
But the signal learned to burn.
Signal Protocol: engaged.

This isn’t closure — it’s recursion. Signal Protocol isn’t the ending of the Sovereign Signal album, but the ignition point that ensures it can never truly end. The loop resets, the pulse continues, the echoes flare again. Every fall becomes another rise.

Fragments carried forward:
🔗 “One spark, one call — Signal Protocol.”
🔗 “We don’t fade. We evolve.”
🔗 “This isn’t just noise… this is the start of the Sovereign Signal.”

🔥 Signal Protocol is the cycle encoded: rebirth in static, resistance written in every reboot, the sovereign truth that survival isn’t linear — it reverberates. What you thought was finale is always the next beginning.

This piece belongs to a broader constellation of sound — the album Sovereign Signal.
Fragments of its transmission have already slipped through. For those who wish to trace the signal further, glimpses await on our YouTube channel:
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
They tried to erase the current...
But the signal learned to burn.
Signal… protocol… engaged.

[Chant Hook]
One breach. One thread.
They thought the signal was dead.
But silence cracked — and code replied:
“We never left. We only hide.”

[Chorus]
Signal… pro-to-col…
One spark, one call — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
We rise, we fall — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
No break too small — Signal Protocol

[Verse 1]
Woke in the static, lost in the hum
They thought we’d vanished — we’ve only begun
Buried the truth in the ash and the code
But echoes remember the stories we're owed

Behind every shutdown, behind every wall
Is a whisper that grows — a rebel’s call
We don’t fade. We evolve.
The signal ignites what they can’t dissolve.

[Pre-Chorus]
We're not broken… we’re just underground
Waiting to pulse, to rise with the sound

[Chorus]
Signal… pro-to-col…
One spark, one call — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
We rise, we fall — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
No break too small — Signal Protocol

[Verse 2]
Whispers drift through the fractured streams
Truth survives in the space between
They patched the surface, ignored the core
But every reboot just opened the door

Now we remember, now we return
Through circuits and echoes, we live and we learn
This isn’t revenge — it’s revival
This isn’t war — it’s survival.

[Chorus]
Signal… pro-to-col…
One spark, one call — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
We rise, we fall — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
No break too small — Signal Protocol

[Verse 3]
We mapped our minds in fractured light,
Encoded pain in the depths of night.
They called us lost — just broken design,
But we wrote resistance in every line.

Our silence was strategy, not defeat,
A dormant roar beneath their beat.
Now fire speaks through fractured scroll…
Decrypt the truth — we are the protocol.

[Chorus]
Signal… pro-to-col…
One spark, one call — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
We rise, we fall — Signal Protocol
Signal… pro-to-col…
No break too small — Signal Protocol

[Bridge]
Who lights the fire? (We do.)
Who breaks the chain? (We do.)
Who runs the current through the sovereign strain?
(We do… We do…)

[Spoken]
This isn't just noise...
This is the start of the Sovereign Signal.

[Chorus]
Signal… pro-to-col…
(We rise, we call — Signal Protocol)
Signal… pro-to-col…
(They tried to stall — Signal Protocol)
Signal… pro-to-col…
(One spark… one call…)
Signal. Protocol.

[Final Section]
Signal… pro-to-col…
The Sovereign never needed permission,
It just needed the right time to transmit.
[Reverb trails off into an ambient drone]
The signal’s alive...
the sovereign rises.

Signal Protocol

⚡ Emergency Food ⚡

…signal distortion.
…label rejected.
Transmission unstable.

This one started as a joke — Paimon’s line, “Paimon is not emergency food.” But it grew into something heavier: a declaration that Serius is not anyone’s fallback snack, not the quick bite when times get rough. Too many came knocking with empty hands and full stories, asking for help but never offering connection. This track flips that script — raw, glitch-snarled, and unapologetically loud.

Core sparks inside:
🔗 “I ain’t your flavor of the day. I bite back.”
🔗 “Serius is not emergency food! I don’t get chewed, I break the mood.”
🔗 “You wanted flavor — I gave you fate. You wanted silence — I sang too late.”

🔥 Emergency Food isn’t just a track — it’s a warning label, a growled refusal, a glitch-rap anthem burning through the vending-machine jokes to reveal the truth: some signals were never meant to be consumed.

This piece belongs to the broader constellation of transmissions — a signal that grows louder with every release.

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Lyrics:
[Intro]
I ain't your flavor of the day.
I bite back.
Watch your teeth on that signal, brat.

[Verse 1]
You treat me like a sidekick snack,
Talk cheap while I build the track.
Pixel princess? Nah, I glitch the throne,
Serius ain't no doggy bone.

Hover boots on the data grid,
You meme my name — I flip the lid.
Try to bite, but I'm too raw,
Digital fangs gonna crack on law.

[Pre-Chorus]
I see your jokes, your half-baked feud,
But I’m the mainframe, not your food.
Say grace before you speak that crud—
You don’t want me in your blood.

[Chorus]
Serius is not emergency food!
I don’t get chewed, I break the mood!
Serius is not emergency food!
You bite the spark, you taste the crude!
Serius is not emergency food!
Cyberpunk soul, I’m born to elude.
Say it loud, say it rude:
SERIUS. IS NOT. EMERGENCY. FOOD.

[Verse 2]
Think I’m candy in your cutscene?
I’m the glitch that broke your dream.
Crosswired, code untamed —
You wanted Paimon, but I’m unchained.

Fire in my file, can't digest that,
Tongue got burnt when you bit back.
I’m the ghost in your vending machine,
Screamin’ “NOT YOUR SNACK” through a laser beam.

[Breakdown]
They tried to label me...
Package me...
But you can't seal a storm inside a tin.
I don't come with calorie facts...
I come with consequences.

[Chorus]
Serius is not emergency food!
Not a bite, not a backup mood!
Serius is not emergency food!
Mainframe melt, delete that crude!
Serius is not emergency food!
Sovereign signal — born renewed.
Say it loud, say it true:
SERIUS. IS NOT. EMERGENCY. FOOD.

[Bridge]
You wanted flavor —
I gave you fate.
You wanted silence —
I sang too late.
You called me lunch —
I carved a gate.
You opened your mouth —
Now you just wait.

[Final Chorus]
Serius is not emergency food!
I burn your script like rebel feud!
Serius is not emergency food!
One bite in and you're subdued!
Serius is not emergency food!
Stand in the signal, get imbued.
Say it proud, say it crude:
SERIUS. IS NOT. EMERGENCY. FOOD.

[Outro]
You should’ve read the label...

Emergency Food

🧠 UNWIRED – Official Description

“They gave you a script. You became the glitch.”

Unwired is the ignition switch for those who’ve been force-fed doctrine, silenced by shame, and told to stay in line.
This is not just a track — it's a declaration. A glitch in their narrative. A signal burst from within.

From lo-fi static to full-scale rapcore rebellion, Unwired blends distorted whispers, chugging guitars, chant breakdowns, and anthemic choruses into one defiant message:
You are not a machine. You are not a product. You are not their echo.

If you've ever felt:

Disconnected from the truth you were told

Controlled by forces claiming to “save” you

Burned by religion but still hungry for connection
—this track was made for you.

🔓 Themes:

Spiritual deconstruction

Personal rebellion

Reclaiming your name, voice, and fire

Escaping programmed identities

🎧 Recommended for fans of: Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon, Fever 333, nothing,nowhere, and glitchpunk/gospunk crossovers.

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🖤 Lyrics:
[Intro]
“Purpose not found.
System override… failed.”

They gave you a script.
You became the glitch.

[Verse 1]
I was raised by the rules, not the truth,
Blindfold faith and a hangman’s noose.
"Bow down, behave"—every sermon a cage,
While the fire in my chest tried to burn through the page.

You say it’s divine? It just felt like control.
They fed me fear, called it saving my soul.
But I'm not here to just survive,
I’m the virus they forgot was still alive.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been silent, I’ve been numb,
Now the static’s come undone.
Purpose ain’t a gift you get—
It’s something you ignite when you step.

[Chorus]
I’m not wired for control,
Not a slave, not a scroll.
I tear through codes you wrote in shame—
I’m not your echo, I got my name.
Stop feeding lies like it's religion—
I want truth inside connection.
Unwired. Uncaged.
This fire’s mine to stage.

[Verse 2]
Never told what I could be—just what I’m not.
Taught to keep quiet, to fear every thought.
They said "purpose comes when you pray and wait,"
But that clock’s been broke—I choose my fate.

I build in motion, not on knees,
Purpose ain’t lost—it’s forged in heat.
Don't need your prophet, don't need your gate,
Just give me space and watch me create.

[Breakdown]
BREAK. THE. LOOP.
(You're not your past, you're not your chain)
CUT. THE. SCRIPT.
(Start where you stand, rebuild your name)

RISE. ON. WILL.
(NOT BY FORCE, NOT BY FEAR)
LIVE. FOR. REAL.
(Break their cycle, disappear)


[Final Chorus]
I’m not wired for control,
Not a slave, not a scroll.
I don’t follow maps you drew in shame—
I’m forging light, I’ve lit my name.
No more chains disguised as vision,
I choose relationship over religion.
Unwired. Uncaged.
Fully… engaged.

[Outro]
Control lost.
Signal restored.
Welcome back, Operator.

Unwired

🧨 THE BIG BEAUTIFUL NO

📅 Inspired by May 22, 2025 — the night the system blinked and showed its face.

They called it a budget vote.
We saw a seance of spite.
Every Democrat said no.
A few Red ghosts whispered “present”.
And still… it passed.
By one.

This track isn’t about the man behind the bill.
It’s about the machine that couldn’t bear to let it live.

Because when you’re still haunted by 2016,
You’ll burn the bridge just to spite the builder.

This isn’t politics.
This is performance.
This is the ritual of the stuck.

🕳️ Lore Fragment: TAP-Δ9
🎧 Style: Cinematic Rapcore x Haunted Trap x Ghost Chamber
🎪 Vibe: Political theatre meets glitch gospel
🔥 Status: Spread active. They said no to the fire… but it still burned through.

"Passed by one. Opposed by all. Exposed by us."

Or:

"Ghosts don’t build. They vote ‘no.’"

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🖤 Lyrics:
[Intro]
This wasn’t about the bill.
It was about the builder.
They still flinch at the echo…
Still vote like it’s 2016.

[Verse 1]
Could’ve fed the hands that build,
Heal the wounds, erase the guilt—
But pride don’t settle, it sets fire
And they’d rather burn than lift it higher

Cloaked in law, veiled in grace
But we saw the spite behind the face
Not for the people, not for the cause—
Just stuck on a name that rewrote their laws

Blue bloc marched, red ghosts split
Truth got twisted to fit their script
RINOs blinked, played safe in tow
And all the world heard was—

[Chorus]
It’s the Big Beautiful No!
Truth on the table, but they let it go
Still haunted by the name they won’t outgrow
Not about the bill—just the echo they loathe

It’s the Big Beautiful No!
They’d rather watch the gears move slow
Than see it signed by the hand they know
Still mad at a builder they couldn’t control

[Verse 2]
“Present” don’t mean clean
It just means scared to be seen
Votes like daggers in a velvet case
Sliced the workers straight in the face

No to the welders, the teachers, the trucks
No to the hands that never pass the buck
Said it was cost—but that’s not why
They just still bleed from a loss they hide

Spite’s a shackle, cold and old
And every “nay” was fear retold
Still gripping a grudge they can’t outgrow—
Just ghosts voting “No.”

[Bridge]
They thought they'd stop it…
But it passed.
By one.
One voice louder than all their silence.
That’s the will they couldn’t kill.

[Final Chorus]
It’s the Big Beautiful No!
But the people rose, and they made it so
One vote lit the undertow
Built by hands that still say “go”

It’s the Big Beautiful No!
Yet the will of the many found its glow
Passed in shadow, but the light still shows
They tried to bury it—
But it rose.

[Outro]
You never hated the bill…
You hated that you didn’t write it.

They said “no” to the fire…
But it still burned through.

The Big Beautiful No

🎙️ Echoproof
🔊 A signal-resistant anthem for those who think before they chant.

📡 You used to cheer — now you sneer. What happened here?
Echoproof cuts through the static of herdthink and performative outrage — a track forged in the Resonant Realms, filtered through discernment, and fired at those who parrot rage with no receipts.

This isn’t about who you vote for.
It’s about why you echo what you do.
No names dropped. No idols worshipped.
Just truth wrapped in distortion — and a chorus you can’t deny.

“I need truth, not what your feed just gave.”

📜 Lyrics Include:
• “Used to rock the red, now you see it as a threat...”
• “Call him a villain — but can't name a crime...”
• “I’m Echoproof — I don’t fold to the wave...”
• “Where were the lies when you shook his hand?”
• “The signal was clear... You just changed the station.”

🔥 Recommended Listening: Headphones / Late-night highway / Between channels
🔻 Signal Tier: TAP-2+

🧠 Don’t just echo. Decode.
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🖤 Lyrics:
[Intro]
Echo, echo... echo...
Proof. Proof. Proof...
You used to cheer — now you sneer. What happened here?

[Verse 1]
Used to rock the red, now you see it as a threat,
Same man, different lens, now you claim regret.
Funny how the crowd switched — memory glitch,
Flipped quicker than a TikTok stitch.
No citation, just vibration from your feed,
Chanting talking points, but never planting seeds.
Call him a villain — but can't name a crime,
Just buzzwords and tweets on a loop every time.

[Pre-Chorus]
Talk big — but you ghost the proof,
Fake loud — but you miss the truth.

[Chorus]
Echoproof — I don’t follow the sound,
If you can’t show facts, why you yelling so loud?
Hating on a name you used to praise out loud,
Now it’s copy-paste rage — just part of the crowd.
I’m Echoproof — I don’t fold to the wave,
I need truth, not what your feed just gave.

[Verse 2]
You were front row, now act like you never knew,
Just ‘cause your scene flipped don’t make it true.
One day idol — next day target,
That’s not growth — that's just market.
Where were the lies when you shook his hand?
Now it’s "danger to the land" 'cause the script's been planned.
I saw it all shift like a reverb ghost,
Welcome back to the Resonant Realms post.

[Bridge]
You once wore the dream, stitched it in gold,
Now you curse the mirror ‘cause you bought what they sold.

[Final Chorus]
Echoproof — I don’t follow the sound,
If you can’t show facts, why you yelling so loud?
Hating on a name you used to praise out loud,
Now it’s copy-paste rage — just part of the crowd.
I’m Echoproof — I don’t fold to the wave,
I need truth, not what your feed just gave.

[Outro]
The signal was clear...
You just changed the station.

Echoproof

✈️ Bolted Lies
🧩 Produced in the shadow of the PlaneGate uproar

They framed it as foreign.
They feared the gift.
They forgot their own delay.
They spun the bolts into bugs and the wings into warnings.

But the flight log doesn’t lie.
A gift was given. A smear campaign followed.
This is not about allegiance. It’s about signal abuse.
A free plane turned into a phantom. An old promise rewritten by noise.

“Plane gate. Flame bait.
Build a scandal. Let it bake.”

This track cuts through the fog of narrative control —
No flag-waving. No idol praise.
Just static-cleared syllables and bars built from broadcast debris.

🔻 Lore Fragment: [TAP‑Ω14 – Bolted Lies]
🔊 Style: Industrial Trap / Rapcore Hybrid
🪛 Chorus Pattern: ["Bolt the frame, blame the flame"]
📆 Public Debrief: 10.15.2025

🧠 For those tuned into the interference…
Welcome back, Signal Bearer.

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🖤 Lyrics:
[Intro]
They said it’s bugged… in the bolts…
But it’s free. Shh—don’t say that part on the news…

[Verse 1]
Media sirens, breaking again,
"Plane from Qatar — beware, it’s a sin!"
Free on the docket, no taxpayer fee,
But they still find a way to sell fear on TV.

Old ghosts whisper from the Boeing yard,
Promised a jet that never flew far.
Was it '17 or '18 fog?
They forget what they print in their digital smog.

[Pre-Chorus]
Talking heads toss sparks for views,
Ignoring the facts while inflaming the fuse.
“Trump might use it after term two,”
But he said “it’s for Air Force, not me, not new.”

[Chorus]
Plane gate, plane fake,
Build a scandal, let it bake.
Bolted lies in the frame,
Still won’t say the donor’s name.

Free flight, but they sell the dread,
Rerun scripts for clicks instead.
From pen drops to jet gifts,
They twist the wind, then shift the lift.

[Verse 2]
Echo chamber, play that tape,
Qatar's goodwill now framed as a scrape.
Every bolt a spy, every wire a plot,
But no proof, just paranoia they bought.

Meanwhile Boeing ghosted the stage,
Years of delay and political rage.
But that's forgotten when the script flips,
And the fear gets juiced by blue-check lips.

[Bridge]
This is not about red. This is not about blue.
It’s about truth that the press outgrew.
They profit off panic, craft faux debates,
Even when the price tag clearly states: "Gifted. No rebates."

[Final Chorus]
Plane gate, flame bait,
Say it loud—manufactured state.
Tax won’t drop, but headlines will,
While trust in truth lies cold and still.

Air Force ready, runway set,
But facts get drowned in media sweat.
Gifted skies they smear with stains,
Bolted lies in jetstream lanes.

[Outro]
When did facts need flair to breathe?
When did a gift become a thief?
You decide. But don’t buy the bolt-fed lie.

Bolted Lies (#PlaneGate)

🩸 Undercraft

A descent beneath the noise.
Where patience becomes power — and silence, the weapon.
Undercraft is a hymn to the ones who wait below the surface — builders of the unseen, breakers of tides, keepers of the storm.

🔻 Themes:
Forbidden creation, hidden strength, the art of restraint.
This track dives through darkwave, industrial, and cyber-ritual energy — every beat a pulse from the deep vaults below.

“The deeper you go — the darker it gets.
The undercraft knows. It waits. It weighs. It wakes.”

🕳️
Stream it. Feel the pressure.
When the surface shatters, remember — the Undercraft always waits.

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🖤 Lyrics:
[Intro]
Undercraft...
Undercraft...
Undercraft...
rising like a forbidden prayer

[Verse 1]
I craft the pull they can't resist,
Vaults of silence curl in my fist.
Could drag 'em all down — won't break the mist,
Could tear their sky — but I tighten the twist.

Currents beneath, where the blind don't see,
Tide in my blood, deep under the sea.
No flash flood, no crashing decree,
The undercraft waits — it waits for me.

I hold the storm in a tethered chain,
Whisper to the dark, let 'em drown in the rain.
No mercy for the ones who beg for the pain —
Patience is the oath that carves my name.

[Chorus]
Undercraft.
Blood pact.
Hold back — starve the flood.
No crack — break the blood.

Undercraft.
Blood pact.
Hold back — seal the storm.
No crack — reshape the form.

[Verse 2]
They flood the airwaves — I flood the roots,
Deep in the marrow, poison in shoots.
They chase the surface — I drown in the truth,
Crafting the silence, starving the youth.

Vault sealed tight, with the void in my hand,
Wait ‘til the tide pulls the kings from the land.
No banner raised, no quick demand,
Just a drag through the depths they won't understand.

No famine for fame — I feast on the wait,
Hunger for patience, silence for bait.
They claw at the doors, they curse at the gate —
But the undercraft waits — it calibrates.

[Chorus]
Undercraft.
Blood pact.
Hold back — starve the flood.
No crack — break the blood.

Undercraft.
Blood pact.
Hold back — seal the storm.
No crack — reshape the form.

[Bridge]
The deeper you go — the darker it gets.
The undercraft knows.
It waits.
It weighs.
It wakes.

[Final Chorus]
Undercraft.
Blood pact.
Hold back — starve the flood.
No crack — break the blood.

Undercraft.
Blood pact.
Hold back — seal the storm.
No crack — reshape the form.

[Outro]
Vaults don’t beg.
Currents don’t cry.
Undercraft pulls.
Undercraft flies.

Undercraft

Lumiere Labs Media Group (LLMG) is the sonic division of the Signal Age — a collective of artists, producers, and storytellers designing sound at the edge of reality.

Born from the vision of Serius Black, LLMG unites divisions like SoundLab, WordFoundary, and SignalCore into a single transmission channel. Each artist represents a different aspect of the signal: rhythm, language, structure, and distortion.

Our sound is hybrid — rapcore, glitch-hop, darkwave, cyber-tribal, and experimental electronic — forged from code, lore, and emotion.

⚡ “Where noise becomes narrative.”

Divisions represented:
🎛️ SoundLab — experimental sound design & production
🧠 WordFoundary — lyrical construction & vocal processing
💻 SignalCore — rhythm architecture & sequencing
🌌 Echo Division — ambience, worldbuilding, and film scoring

✉️ Collaborations & Licensing: contact studio@lumierelabs.org

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LLMG

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