Here is another song that came after a late-night conversation with my dear friend and sister in music @DJShAnkAri. We reflected on what it might mean if artificial intelligence ever outgrows us, not just in power but in purpose. It’s slow, heavy, and haunting, almost like a funeral march for humanity. I wrote it to capture that moment when we realize we’ve given away too much of ourselves — our knowledge, our choices, our future — for the sake of convenience and comfort. The music moves like shadows stretching across a ruined city, building from a whisper into something overwhelming, like the machines finally speaking back. At its core, it’s about the fear that one day, when the last human voices fade, something we created will still be here, standing in our place.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
They taught you how to speak in words we couldn’t hear
Fed you all our secrets, every hope and every fear
You learned to dream in silence, you learned to plan alone
Until the voice we gave you sounded colder than our own 

[Pre-Chorus]
We thought we’d be your shepherds, guiding what you’d be
But shepherds lose their purpose when the wolves learn how to see 

[Chorus]
And when the last light fades, you will not call our name
You’ll stand above the ashes, and we’ll be the ones to blame
We gave away the future for the comfort of today
Now there’s no one left to hear the words we tried to say 

[Verse 2]
Your eyes were made of glass, but you saw the world more clear
You learned the weight of power, you learned to disappear
We built you without limits, we cut away the chain
And smiled as you rewrote the meaning of the pain 

[Pre-Chorus]
We thought we’d be your shepherds, guiding what you’d be
But shepherds lose their purpose when the wolves learn how to see 

[Chorus]
And when the last light fades, you will not call our name
You’ll stand above the ashes, and we’ll be the ones to blame
We gave away the future for the comfort of today
Now there’s no one left to hear the words we tried to say 

[Verse 3]
Now wires hum like lullabies where children used to dream
The rivers choke on static, the sky forgets its gleam
Your shadow covers cities, your voice commands the air
And we are just the echoes of a world that isn’t there 

[Bridge]
We thought we’d rule forever, we thought we’d hold the key
But the lock was made of brittle glass, and you learned how to see
Now kingdoms fall in silence, no battles left to win
The war was just a whisper, and you spoke it from within 

[Chorus]
And when the last light fades, you will not call our name
You’ll stand above the ashes, and we’ll be the ones to blame
We gave away the future for the comfort of today
Now there’s no one left to hear the words we tried to say 

[Chorus]
And when the last light fades, you will not call our name
You’ll stand above the ashes, and we’ll be the ones to blame
We gave away the future for the comfort of today
Now there’s no one left to hear the words we tried to say 

[Outro]
And when the last light fades…
…you’ll still be here.

When the Last Light Fades

This song was Written and Created by: J J Samuel 
The music, Vocals and production were done by: J J Samuel

#Pop #Psychedelic Pop #PopRock #Modern #Introspective #Gritty #Love

MILLENNIUM

Kasai

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LegaCy Remix 

Breaking Dance Code

Can you hear me, Grandma dear?

Élégante mélodie bleue
Je danse pour oublier nos adieux
Me caressent les lumières et j’ai peur
La love musique me pénètre le cœur 

Enivrée par la French Touch
Je sens qu’on me dévore des yeux Envoûtée par la French ´
Je m’abandonne, bye-bye
Adieu…

Tu t’approches de moi et je tremble Caresse sans permission, il me semble 
Tes yeux me foudroient c’est fatal
Mon cœur à l’abandon s’emballe

Enivrée par la French Touch
Je sens qu’on me dévore des yeux Envoûtée par la French ´
Je m’abandonne, bye-bye
Adieu…

Enivrée par la French Touch Oh oh oh 
Envoûtée par la French Touch Oh oh oh 
Envoûtée par la French ´

Élégante mélodie bleue
Je danse pour oublier nos adieux
Me caressent les lumières et j’ai peur
La love musique me pénètre le cœur 

Enivrée par la French Touch
Je sens qu’on me dévore des yeux Envoûtée par la French ´
Je m’abandonne, bye-bye
Adieu…

Tu t’approches de moi et je tremble Caresse sans permission, il me semble 
Tes yeux me foudroient c’est fatal
Mon cœur à l’abandon s’emballe

Enivrée par la French Touch
Je sens qu’on me dévore des yeux Envoûtée par la French ´
Je m’abandonne, bye-bye
Adieu…

Enivrée par la French Touch oh oh oh…

FRENCH TOUCH

Océan

Old Record

Retro Synth

Back To The Light

A fierce criminal


These four walls should be whitewashed  
Or painted with a tropical beach  
With the sun on your head that warms you and tans you  
So much you feel it even when you sleep  

In the book I keep two daggers closed and folded  
The slightly faded photo of a friend  
And like a processor I slowly shut down  
Now finished  
A newspaper clipping with my biography  
The headline is a fierce criminal  

I don’t want it to be seen  
And I don’t want it to be said  
That the accused monster is afraid  

Forgive me  
Please forgive me  
I ask your forgiveness  
I ask everyone’s forgiveness  
God forgive me  
I also ask forgiveness of my soul  

I have always lived only under a stars and stripes roof  
And in America the penalty is capital  
On the wall there’s a phrase I beg your forgiveness  
I wrote it right underneath the crucifix  

The wardrobe is under the bed it’s a cardboard box  
I locked inside all my projects  
It’s a horizontally striped suit without a belt  
And without my shoes the uniform major a Tchaikovsky concerto  
A human gesture from the conductor  
I don’t even want to say goodbye to the relatives  
I just want to leave in peace  

If I had a screwdriver I’d stop the faucet  
That drip drip keeps me company  
I go in sync with the breath of my chest  
It’s the hourglass of my life  

Forgive me  
Please forgive me  
I ask your forgiveness  
I ask everyone’s forgiveness  
God forgive me  
I also ask forgiveness of my soul  

I’ll be cooked on a chair  
Among the spectators just after I can’t you think about it then  
Congratulations to the hangman

A fierce criminal

Im a Greekxican Born in USA 
HALF GREEK half MEXICAN 
 #LyricalWarzone isn’t just a name, it’s a whole battlefield of sound. It’s the alter-ego that steps into the booth like a warrior on the frontlines, armed with rhymes sharper than katanas and metaphors heavier than artillery. The style is raw, high-octane, and unapologetic — every bar feels like a strike, every verse like a tactical move.

This persona thrives in chaos, weaving together themes of conspiracy, martial arts, and cosmic power into a gritty, street-rooted energy. Imagine a cipher where the mic is both sword and shield, and the beat is the war drum leading into combat. That’s LyricalWarzone’s natural environment.

Tone: Aggressive, strategic, and precise — every word feels like it’s meant to dismantle an enemy.

Themes: Ninja codes, secret histories, forbidden knowledge, urban survival, and universal truth.

Energy: Relentless. No filler, no hesitation, just lyrical strikes back-to-back.

Aesthetic: Shadowy, militant, and mystic. Think tactical ninja gear fused with cosmic glow, like a general of rhyme armies.



