It's a nice day to get some ultraviolet.

/: lyrics
/:industrial trashman
Now that's the kind of happiness I'm talking about
To live with this life as it is without a doubt
When the sun shines, this will be the point I mean it
It was never a secret, my life was never the cleanest
I am all over my demons, I feel it now, ain't no up and down
And ain't no dusky sound, get my ass up to leave the underground
Breathing fresh oxygen like it's intended to be
Be happy to see the shine 'cause I used to hate vitamin D
I got the whole DF squad vibing with me
The hard work pays off with the ones who bear with me
Generically, I never thought I was about to see
A good place that fits into my cleaned memory
That's the kind of happiness, I really want it
I think this point of view is really something
This would get rid of all of the problems
All of these problems would be solved then

/:hook
Sipping on some whiskey while my mind is set free
I don’t care about my problems I throw them away
Chilling with the homies, lighten up some blunts
Recording some music while we planning up some shows
That's the happiness that I've been searching for so long
Disconnecting from my phone, I'm ready to leave my home
To get to see the colors impaling my eyes
And appreciate the warmth of the sunlight on my white skin

/:digital sleeper
Wake up take my happy pills
I dont want my life to look like happy wheels
Im so ready just to smell the daffodils
Sitting with my legs dangling off the windowsill
It's a warm day out there
Enjoy what you can take a breath of that nice air
Skate round the park take a break from my office chair
I cant wait till I run my fingers through your hair
White tees and lemonade
Sitting underneath an oak tree enjoying shade
When the weather's like this
I dont think I'm prone to ever have another bad day
Things are looking up
Better fill my cup
I could use some lemonade
I be sitting in the shade like every day

/:hook
Sipping on some whiskey while my mind is set free
I don’t care about my problems I throw them away
Chilling with the homies, lighten up some blunts
Recording some music while we planning up some shows
That's the happiness that I've been searching for so long
Disconnecting from my phone, I'm ready to leave my home
To get to see the colors impaling my eyes
And appreciate the warmth of the sunlight on my white skin

Ultraviolet (Single)

Ultraviolet

Fall of Davoth

alien song

When war decided to become mathematics, the sky flared with the cold light of coils. The world was offered an equation instead of a duel: trajectories, drift, sterile distance. And yet from the shadows steps out the one who doesn’t read formulas—he breaks them. A hand on the axe haft, breath steady, eyes like a sight without electronics. His school is steel, dust, and years of errors already paid for.

The perfect weapon calculates, and therefore predicts. Predictability becomes its fracture. A step on the wrong beat, a swing that lingers half a count longer, emptiness where the math says the target must be—and all ballistics shatters like glass under a blow. NERV3’s music captures precisely this moment: the lows hum like coils, but the rhythm slips off the grid; the drums compress and then tear the metronome apart, turning distance into a trap. Every part is not ornament but a close-quarters technique: a feint, a interception, an entry straight through the targeting diagram.

The climax comes when the charge scorches the air for the last time. He moves into the dead zone where instruments are helpless, and a single hewing arc splits the calculation like paper. The silence after is not a pause but a verdict on the system. “Gauss Cannon” is not a bow to technology but a challenge to it: an EP about a hand defeating a formula, about craft outlasting the algorithm. “Gauss Cannon” is the Paperfunk manifesto: where technology hits its limit, skill and mastery decide.



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