Nobody Gives A Fk

12. Yesterday (2:46)
A nostalgic finale. Anissa revisits youth with vulnerability and dusty harmonies. Feels like an old picture rediscovered.

Yesterday

Battleworld takes its pulse from Marvel’s fractured multiverse, a realm where worlds collide, merge, and fight for survival. Earth-616 channels this chaos into dark minimal techno: metallic rhythms, echoing kicks, and hypnotic grooves that feel like stepping into a cosmic arena, where every beat is a battle and every drop a decisive strike.

Battleworld

The closing track, almost instrumental. Only three lines appear: “Salut. Ça va? Au-revoir!” Sax shades, piano echoes, and bass lines fade everything into a blue goodbye. Agogosax and Midi14 push the outro into a remarkable farewell.

Blue

Au-revoir

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Couch King - Forever Sitting Free

An opening manifesto. The lyrics describe tactile ghosts and neon rivers, shaping worlds with intention. The music begins with layered ambient textures and crystalline vocals, then bursts into a towering drop. The sound design mixes soft melodies with sharp metallic synths, embodying the paradox of fragility and power.

Neon Highways

Hologram Dreamers

A high-energy instrumental where metallic synths pulse like engines firing. The rhythm is relentless, with layers of chrome-bright arpeggios and pounding bass. A track that feels like pure speed, as if the listener is inside the mechanics of the race.

Chrome Pulse

“2068: Return the Earth” emerges as a stark cinematic vision, born from the union of Earth-616 and Zubida under the banner of 12.3 Khz. The track drifts in minimal dark techno textures, where metallic pulses and spectral whispers sketch a future both fragile and immense. Voices unfold like fractured prophecies: towers against soil, machines against roots, humanity confronted with its forgotten origin. In this radio version, every beat is a signal, every silence a fracture, as if techno itself becomes the language of those who came to reclaim what was once theirs. This collaboration is not just a track but a signal of what may grow into a full shared album, expanding the cinematic horizons of both artists.

2068: Return the Earth

Zero Two Seven is DA-PHONK’s encrypted odyssey. A cyber-myth where vocoded voices confess across collapsing timelines. Heavy bass collides with glitching arpeggios as cosmic echoes unravel between alien empires and forgotten codes. A track that turns raw phonk energy into a paradox of silence, neon, and fate.

Lyrics :

Verse 1

There… beneath my Beskar skin,
Lives a lucid future within.
Zero two seven carved in steel,
Across my chest, a code surreal.

A formula sung by Traveler Gods,
Passed to the Klingon angels, flawed.
Unearthed by demons dressed as men,
Mix of magic, xenotech again.

Chorus

Here comes that hyper-eternal time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I tried to hide?

Verse 2

I know I’m no Mandalorian kind,
Not Romulan blood, nor Vulcan mind.
But I have fought the Empire’s end,
And twice I watched the world descend.

No phone-box spinning through the void,
I never touched inhuman artifact.
It hung between Kronos and Naboo,
Bio-forged from Thanagar, Sakaar too.

Chorus

Here comes that meta-celestial time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I can’t deny?

Final Verse

At last I crossed the orbit of silence,
Where comets bleed equations of alliance.
No throne, no relic, no blade to claim,
Only the paradox that wears my name.

Stars collapse in binary rhyme,
Time rewinds yet skips through time.
The secret isn’t empire, war or crown,
I was the algorithm breaking down.

Zero Two Seven

Love not found, glitchy melodies, broken kicks, a bassline searching through static.

Dr0pit

Coming home, but it’s not
The same home walked away from
Cross the threshold, air smell funny
Furniture turned around

Change the way we see the world
Sideways line, up and down
Sunrise in the
Wrong part of the sky

Morning happening all day long
Afternoon blues til evening come

Words spoken in familiar tongue, but
Jumbled order
Having trouble understanding 
Ain’t the way supposed to go

Can’t fix the leaky roof
Puddled on the floor
Rotten core


Zero Two Seven

Mars Tech Records