DNB By Matts Myth

Bleeding art  
I started the lyrical section for a song called bleeding art last night and found some wicked phone samples on the phone
I think I may even have to resort to some underground techno 

Teesh Love Chill TLC

Cereal killer and other tales from the breakfast table

If they write you as a villan, Give them a story they will never forget but take what can not be replaced or given

The cute sister no body

TOMORROW

TOMORROW (Electro Dub Meet Dubstep)

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I walk through walls like mist through trees,
A shadow without weight or need.
The world still turns, but not for me,
A ghost in flesh, unseen, set free,
Already dead, yet forced to breathe.


The sun comes up, but I don’t rise,
My body moves, my soul just lies.
A hollow shell, a vacant stare,
I left myself somewhere back there,
Yet no one saw me say goodbye.


The mirror holds a stranger’s grin,
An echo wrapped in paper skin.
I shake his hand, but feel no touch,
A fading echo, not much else,
A husk still waiting to give in.


Laughter rolls like distant rain,
Soft and warm, yet lost to me.
I hold the joke but not the joy,
Just play my part, a hollow toy,
A marionette in life's cruel dream.


Graves are for the ones who rest,
But I still walk, still play the guest.
A living corpse, no death to find,
The rot runs deep inside my mind,
And yet they call this being alive.


I shake the hands, I play the role,
The mask is tight, but no one knows.
Each word, rehearsed, a hollow ring,
An empty song I’m forced to sing,
Already gone, yet still on show.


The clock keeps time, but not for me,
I lost my place, I lost the key.
I move through life like smoke through stone,
A whisper left, a name unknown,
A soul unclaimed by death or dream.


They talk to me like I am here,
Like something lingers in this frame.
But I am dust before the wind,
A name that echoes, growing thin,
A candle burned down past the wick.


Once I thought that death would wait,
A final line, a closing gate.
But I am gone, though lungs still fill,
A dead thing walking, cold and still,
And yet the world won’t let me fade.


I held my funeral years ago,
No one came, and none should know.
The eulogy was left unsaid,
The body rose and left the bed,
And walked the world, already dead.

All good things  dead already

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Tinker Bel weaves deep bass with glittering textures, like a dream you can dance to. It’s playful yet moody, light on the surface but heavy underneath. Think enchanted forest meets underground club. Perfect for anyone into experimental vibes with a bit of bite. I'd love to know what it makes you feel.

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A journey through epic lands, of discovery, of boldness and courage, of revelation. A venture into the uncharted, across an endless realm, into the shadow of the colossus, standing unshaken before the immovable.

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Stay safe ladies. . . The Space Gigolos are out there . . 

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"Matt's Myth and the Suitcase Collective" is an intriguing concept that invites exploration into the world of storytelling and collaborative creativity. Imagine a group of diverse individuals, each with their own unique background and perspective, coming together to weave narratives that transcend traditional boundaries. At the heart of this collective is Matt, whose "myth" serves as a catalyst for the stories that unfold. The Suitcase Collective symbolizes the idea of carrying experiences and tales from one place to another, sharing them with new audiences and enriching them with fresh insights. This collective endeavor not only fosters creativity but also builds a community around the shared love of storytelling, encouraging each member to contribute their voice to the tapestry of tales being told. Whether through literature, art, or performance, "Matt's Myth and the Suitcase Collective" embodies the power of collaboration in creating dynamic, multifaceted narratives that resonate with audiences

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