Wrong

When winning is the only thing, you already lost something.
A cinematic glitch-track about pressure, ego, and why the grind hits different when no one’s watching.

Life’s Just a Game

Darkfall

ReLiving Memories - Instrumental

Mind's a jungle, vines tangle in my thoughts,
Stitching up wounds that the world forgot.
Echoes of pain in the chambers of my chest,
But these beats be the balm, let the soul rest.

Therapeutic tunes, medicine in my veins,
Washing over wounds, cleansing the stains.
The rhythm whispers, "You’re free to be,"
Healing rhymes, a melody for me.

Broken clock ticking, but I’m still on time,
Heart’s a metronome, syncopated design.
Past scars fade, they dissolve in the bass,
Each bar a bandage, each rhyme a safe space.

Needles of sound thread the fabric of my soul,
Filling in the gaps, making me whole.
A soundtrack to rise, to mend, to fight,
Every note’s a torch in the dark of night.

Therapeutic tunes, medicine in my veins,
Washing over wounds, cleansing the stains.
The rhythm whispers, "You’re free to be,"
Healing rhymes, a melody for me.

Vinyl crackles, a heartbeat in the groove,
Every measure moves, every lyric soothes.
The therapy of music, my eternal decree,
Healing rhymes, my sanctuary key.

Healing Rhymes

Shadows of Addictions

Temple of Echoes ⛩️🔊

Intro]  
Yeah, shadows creepin', heart racin' wild...  
Let's chase the void, no turnin' back now.  

[Verse 1]  
Streetlights flicker like nerves on edge,  
Mind's a maze, dodgin' ghosts in my head.  
Pills scatter floors, echoes of what I said,  
Chasin' ghosts that left me for dead.  
Fists clenched tight, knuckles white as bone,  
Screamin' at mirrors, claimin' my throne.  
Demons whisper sweet, pull me to the zone,  
But I flip the script, carve my name in stone.  
Rapid pulse, veins pumpin' fire,  
World spins vicious, feedin' the liar.  
I dodge the blade, turn pain to desire,  
Rise from the ash, set the night on a wire.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 2]  
Tick-tock bombs in my brain, explodin' chains,  
Runnin' lanes where the sane go insane.  
Flashback pains, rainin' acid on veins,  
I paint the stains, turn loss into gains.  
Crowd fades out, I'm solo in the storm,  
Norms deform, I morph into the swarm.  
Warm blood pours, floors slick with the torn,  
Born from scorn, reborn in the thorn.  
Quick flicks, tricks with the wick lit fast,  
Past haunts last, but I blast through the mask.  
Tasked with the clash, cash in on the gash,  
Sashay through the trash, leave 'em in the ash.  

[Interlude]  
Breathe... one... two... feel the pull?  
Void's callin', but nah, I ain't full.  
Echo: "You slippin'..." Nah, I'm the tool.  
*(synths swell back, tempo ramps)*  

[Verse 3]  
Nights bleed endless, threads of dread entwine,  
Mind's a minefield, steppin' fine on the line.  
Shine dimmed, primed for the grind divine,  
Recline? Nah, align with the spine.  
Whispers hiss like serpents in the mist,  
Fist to the twist, resist the abyss.  
Bliss in the risk, dismiss the dismiss,  
This is my list: conquer, enlist, persist.  
Hustle brutal, roots pull from the soil deep,  
Sleep? Creep on the weak, peak when they weep.  
Leap from the steep, reap what I keep,  
Sheep scatter cheap, I'm the shepherd elite.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 4]  
Echoes hollow, follow the swallow of sorrow,  
Tomorrow borrows from the marrow I borrow.  
Arrow straight, fate's gate I shatter narrow,  
Pharaoh flow, glow in the harrow.  
Barrow full of buried fury, hurry scurry,  
Blurry visions, decisions incision the jury.  
Worry? Flurry of glory, story gory but pure,  
Cure the lure, endure the manure.  
Snap: crack the back of the pack, attack intact,  
Fact: I extract the slack, counter the hack.  
Track marks dark, spark the arc, embark on the chart,  
Heart darts sharp, part the dark, start the art.  

[Bridge]  
What if the fall's just the call to ascend?  
Bend the end, friend to the wind, no pretend.  
Lend me your ear, fear's the thief in the den,  
Pen to the skin, win from within, amen.  

[Verse 5]  
Dawn cracks slow, glow from the low I know,  
Flow like a pro, sow what I grow in the snow.  
Blow the foe, toe to toe in the throe,  
Row against the current, fervent, alert, insert the glow.  
Curse the nurse that cursed the verse I nursed,  
Worse to first, thirst quenched in the burst.  
Dispersed the hearse, immersed in the verse,  
Rehearsed the worst, now I'm the curse reversed.  
Final sprint, print the hint in the flint strike,  
Like a psych, hike through the spike, no respite.  
Ignite the night, sight set on the height,  
Fight the blight, right the flight—eternal light.  

[Outro]  
Yeah... grip tight, ignite... we rise from the bite.  
Shadows retreat, heart beats—alive in the night.

Fallin Fast

Low fire, long breath.
Athanor hums in the chest.
Lampblack lungs, winter tongue,
watch the ash confess.

Solvet, softly,
Coagula blaze, but a patient kiln.
Soot to soap, guilt to lye,
let the cleansing in.

Soot marks the places my silence slept,
coal script under ribs where the frost was kept.
Old heat folded in iron skin,
a forge remembers where it’s been.
Salt is witness, smoke is vow,
mercury moves like a now within now.
I don’t beg the dark to go, I bid it melt,
stir the slag of what I felt.
Fuligo, fulcrum; pressure, poise,
quiet labor, fewer noise.
Not thunder, not spectacle, just breath and heat,
iron snow falling on the street.
Burn what you bore; smelt it to light,
fold and refold till temper is right.
Quench the blade in the truth you own:
if it cuts, it’s grown.

Through the sootfold I go, slow,
hands black, but the pulse aglow.
Little by little the soul will know:
even the dark can snow.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

I sift old names like cinders in a pan,
keep what warms, let go what never ran.
The bright melt hums where the chill once fed,
a whisper rising through what’s dead.
Alembic patience, drip by drip,
habit unthreads, old skin slips.
I unlearn the metal that loves my rust,
oil the hinge of a stubborn trust.
The sootfold taught me to hold the weight,
the dawngrain whispers: wait, just wait.
Heartfire flickers like straw in sun,
you don’t rush what must be done.
Not a sainted shine, not a spotless hymn,
just clean enough to begin again.

Lampblack to ink, ink to oath,
oath to breath, breath to growth.

Snow on the forge, and the hiss says stay,
every flake is a way to pray.
Not for a miracle, only a field,
where ash turns soil and the soil can yield.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

No crown, no stone, just knuckles and tone,
a steady metronome of bone on bone.
Burn what you bore, smelt it to light,
carry the small flame into night.
When the breath shows white and the road is thin,
open the door and walk back in.

Soot to soap.
Snow to hope.
Hand to heart.
Start.

sot and snow

BLESS THE WOLVES

liar-liar

I make Christian songs from my Memories, Dreams or Commissions. I have Notebooks filled with my Dreams, so I'll be making a good amount of Music of all kinds :) My Ministry helps me make these songs come to Life to Honor Jesus Christ :) Update: Jesus Christ saved us, we have a Home and I will be making a Cashapp <3

ReLiving Memories - Instrumental

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