Blues, black blues – I tear myself for you.

A haunted western blues, drowned in distortion and dust. This is not salvation, but a fever dream: guitars bent out of shape, shadows burning in neon smoke, the sound of a ruined saloon at the end of the world.

Every verse a wound, every chorus a chain. The music spirals like desert wind, thick with obsession, endless as the night. Again and again: Blues, black blues.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

Black Wine Blues

They thought we’d drown in tears. But tears turn into fire.

What they say about her song: “A candy curse – sugar on the tongue, poison in the blood.”

This track is sweet and deadly at the same time.
Like a lollipop melting in your mouth, only to reveal a bitter, broken core.
It sounds like neon lights flickering over an abandoned carnival, colors fading into cracks and shadows.
Her voice seduces with sugar, but every chorus cuts like a blade.
Between gummy bears and shattered glass, revenge drips into your ears – sweet, hypnotic, irreversible.
It is a playground of shadows, a carousel that never stops turning.
And the message remains clear: We strike back.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

We Strike Back

I see you. I know you. I call your name.

What they say about her song: “It is not a song but a trial – the voice of the shadow rising, endless, inescapable.”

This track is a ritual of judgment.
Every whispered line is a knife, every repetition a sentence.
The shadow does not forget, it does not forgive – it speaks, it names, it burns.
Her voice drips with smoke and venom, velvet and fire, soft as sugar, bitter as truth.
The music turns like a carousel of doom: slow bass, haunting piano, strings that tighten like a rope.
It is the sound of guilt exposed, of silence torn apart.
Once you hear it, you cannot hide.
The shadow speaks. And it speaks forever.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

The Shadow Speaks

Confess your lies, confess your sins.

What they say about her song: “It sounds like a church burned down and the echo still demands the truth.”

This track is a ritual of exposure.
Every whispered word is a blade, every repetition a wound.
The voice begins like velvet, sweet and trembling, but soon it cuts with venom, demanding truth where silence once ruled.
The music drips like candlewax in a deserted chapel: heavy bass like footsteps, piano like a broken prayer, strings like the rope that pulls you down.
Ghostly hands stretch out in sound and smoke – pulling every secret into the open.
There is no escape.
Only one command remains: Confess.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

Confess

The Shadow Speaks (Remix)

Confess (CoCo and Mina)

Sweet poison. Sugar kills. Venom thrills.

What they say about her song: “It’s not a melody – it’s a curse. Every chorus a blade, every breath a wound.”

This track is cold, merciless, and intoxicating.
Her voice cuts like broken glass, smoky and raw, dripping with venom.
The sweetness is a trap – candy melting into poison, sugar turning into blood.
Every repetition hammers deeper, every chorus circles back like a curse that won’t let go.
This is no love song, it is a ritual of destruction: seductive, brutal, unforgettable.
Once heard, it lingers like a toxin in your veins.
It is Mina Mirage at her darkest: Sweet Poison.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

Sweet Poison

You stole my love. You stole my breath.

What they say about her song: “A hymn of betrayal – velvet words cutting like knives.”

This song is betrayal turned into sound.
Her voice falls low and smoky, heavy with venom and sorrow.
Every chorus repeats the theft, until it becomes a curse that burns in the listener’s chest.
It is not a love song – it is a requiem for what was stolen.
The sweetness is gone, only ashes remain.
A ballad of loss, slow and merciless, that lingers like a wound you cannot close.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

Stolen My Love

What they say about her

*My daughter was born too soon, in a place the mist never leaves.
(I did not hear her cry.)
I heard her sing.
A thin, trembling melody — soft as breath, sharp as a blade.
Since that moment, she has not spoken.
Only at times she whispers… or sings.
And when her voice returns,
it leaves no one standing long enough to recall the words.

She does not hunt.
She waits.
And when her song finds you,
you have already been chosen.*

© 2025 MINA

The Shadow Speaks (Remix)

MIRAGE