EPIC CHOIR meets DRILL RAP - THE HOFMAN BROTHERS (original)

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[Verse 1]  
Echoes claw the skull's backdoor, fingers slick with yesterday's rot  
Chasin' ghosts that grin like exes, teeth filed sharp on forgotten plots  
Mind's a sewer rat sprint, dodgin' floods of what-ifs gone sour  
Pills rattle like loose change in a coffin, buyin' hours by the hour  
Fists pound the mirror till it spits blood confessions, "You ain't king"  
Crown's a noose of neon lies, swingin' low where the weak hearts cling  
Demons DJ the static, scratchin' tracks of "almost was" on repeat  
Feet drag through tar-pit thoughts, sinkin' slow, no lifeline, no beat  
Rage bubbles up like bad acid, burnin' bridges to bone-dry ash  
Last laugh's a wheeze from the void, echoin' "crash, you fool, crash"  

[Chorus]  
Shadows slither, swallow whole, no mercy in the swallow's throat  
Chasin' tails in black-hole basements, where the light forgot to show  
Yell till lungs cave, "Come get me!"—they just laugh and let you choke  
Mind's meat grinder, churnin' dreams to dust, one hopeless poke  
Shadows, shadows, pull me under, drown the fire in your ink  
Chasin', bleedin', never winnin', just the brink and bitter brink  
Echo back my broken howls, make the crowd scream it thin  
Shadows win, shadows win, let the spiral spin us in  

[Verse 2]  
Woke up tastin' rust and regret, tongue thick with unsaid goodbyes  
Eyes like cracked phone screens, scrollin' scrolls of alibis that die  
Friends fade to pixels, ghosts in group chats, typin' "we good?" lies  
Bottle's bottom mocks the promise, "One more swig, then you fly"  
But wings are wet rags, clipped by doubts that nest in ribcage cracks  
Nights stack like unpaid bills, interest pilin' panic attacks  
Whispers from the wallpaper peel, "Quit pretendin', you're the hack"  
Laughter's a luxury tax, paid in tears that streak the track  
Fury's a flat tire on the freeway, spinnin' wild, no traction left  
Just skid marks of "shoulda" leadin' to the cliff where hope went deaf  

[Chorus]  

[Verse 3]  
Threads of sanity fray like cheap socks, trippin' over toe-stub truths  
Youth's a scam artist, sold me futures wrapped in fool's proof  
Now I'm pawnin' memories for matches, lightin' fuses to the fuse  
Boom—scattered shards of "me" rain down, nothin' left but the blues  
Rivals in my head hall, circlin' like vultures on a vibe  
Pickin' clean the carcass of confidence, leavin' gristle to survive  
Scream at ceilings stained with smoke rings from cigars of "why try?"  
They stare back blank, judgin' silent, "Boy, you're just another die"  
Twist the knife of nostalgia slow, carve out chunks of what burned bright  
Left with embers that mock the hunger, starvin' fierce in endless night  

[Bridge]  
Breathe it in, the rot-rose scent, petals wiltin' on the vine  
One step from the edge, toes curl 'round nothin', spine's a crooked line  
What if the chase ends empty? Just a loop of "you again"  
Fists unclench, drop the fight—let the dark twins pull you in  
But nah, spark flares wild, veins pump venom, "Not yet, you pricks!"  
Rage rebirth, a glitch in the gloom, teeth bared for the fix  
Shadows scatter for a sec, then regroup, thicker, meaner twist  
Cycle spins eternal, suck the soul dry with a kiss  

[Verse 4]  
Barrel down the brain-storm alley, thunder thoughts crack like whips  
Lips spit lightning bolts of spite, zappin' doubts to smoky strips  
Exes haunt the rearview, smirks say "Told ya, kid, you slipped"  
Grip the wheel white-knuckled, swervin' 'round the pit they dug quick  
Pockets full of IOUs from gods who ghosted on the deal  
Heal? That's a punchline for the privileged, feel the raw, unpeel  
Walls close in like bad trips, graffiti screams your failures loud  
Crowd it out with curses chained, a torrent tearin' through the cloud  
Endgame's a whisper: "Fold now, save the ache"—but fuck that plea  
I'll chase these bastards to the marrow, burn the whole damn tree

Shadows Win

[Intro]  
Whispers in the shadows, signs upon the sky,  
The world is shaking, hear the angel's cry.  

[Verse 1]  
Wars are raging, famine spills like rain,  
Earthquakes tear the silence, pestilence and pain.  
The sun grows dark, the moon’s a bleeding light,  
The heavens scream the coming of the night.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
False prophets rise with tongues of fire,  
Deceiving hearts, fulfilling dark desires.  
Lawlessness spreads, the faithful bear the cost,  
In the shadow of the dragon, souls are lost.  

[Chorus]  
Trumpets sound, breaking seals of fate,  
Seven angels usher in the gate.  
Woe upon the earth, the final hour calls,  
The Rapture waits beyond the walls.  

[Verse 2]  
Beasts from sea and horned ones deceive,  
Miracles of lies, no one to believe.  
A woman clothed with sun stands bold and bright,  
While demons twist the truth in endless night.  

[Bridge]  
Bowls of wrath pour down, plagues that scorch the land,  
The red dragon roars, his shadow spans.  
But hold your faith, through tempest and despair,  
The trumpet sounds, salvation’s in the air.  

[Chorus]  
Trumpets sound, breaking seals of fate,  
Seven angels usher in the gate.  
Woe upon the earth, the final hour calls,  
The Rapture waits beyond the walls.  

[Outro]  
Signs precede the dawn, judgment on the way,  
Hold tight, hold fast — the light will find its day.

Still we  hold  on

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Story of losing the horse, old Dodge, dog, and house through the county courts, with the ex taking it all — but finding hope that life will get better. We’ll capture that feeling of having nowhere lower to go, with the bridge lifting you emotionally, using warm, blues‑styled vocals, rich harmonies, and a heartfelt Southern groove.

Holiday Grit Road Trip

Everyone is a bastard in disguise when they let happen to others what they would never accept for themselves.

There is a moment—always a moment—when the flames first flicker and the silence still has time to scream. It’s in that moment that history makes its quietest sound, before it starts marching.

Look closely at this photograph. The fire is bright, but it isn’t just paper burning. It’s books, yes. But also names. Memories. Dignities. Ideas that dared to breathe. The hands raised in salute are not only pledging allegiance. They are surrendering their own judgment, one limb at a time.

The men in the front believe they are doing good. The crowd behind believes it too—or simply finds it easier not to believe anything at all.

History isn’t always made by monsters. Most times, it’s made by neighbors. By people who just wanted to keep their heads down. By those who said, “It’s not my problem.” By bureaucrats with tidy desks, and teachers who skipped a chapter, and clergy who nodded in silence.

All of them had somewhere else to be. Somewhere to hide. Somewhere to pretend.

Where were you?

This question isn’t for the past. It’s for right now. Every time we let our governments cage children, or watch refugees drown while holding smartphones, or scroll past a genocide dressed as “complex geopolitics,” we replay that moment. The fire flickers. The silence hums.

“Never again” is a promise built on the corpses of those we ignored. And yet, again and again, we fail it. Not out of evil, but out of ease. Out of comfort. Out of the silent conviction that the worst things only happen far away—to other people.

Where have you been?

If the answer is: “I didn’t know,” then maybe ask yourself why you didn’t want to.

Because the real horror is not that atrocities are committed. The real horror is that they are allowed.

By people who, just like us, thought they were on the right side.



Where have you been?

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Inspiration like a flame needs air to breathe, grow and ignite you from inside.
Never forget the things you go through, create the individual you see growing I'm the mirror every morning. Every struggle, every hardship, and every doubter make you that much better each day. Love who you are, regardless of the opinions of others, cause in the end only you know who you are at the end of each day.

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