Minor Ritual

Re-Ex Hit 06

Re-Ex Sound 98

YAN,39

This is a fresh track, I've been off for awhile, more tracks to come soon! 🤖 Cheers for all the feedback on other tracks! Massively appreciated people! 

Rise Of The Robox

Ibiza Inspired bayBay holiday Chilled track for that summer vibe

Sun Goes Down

Romance

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Can't Stop

Keep It Real

Keep It Real (Electric Funk Mix)

'You TuRN Me oN' is an Electronic Dance-Pop track, with a funky, synth-wave vibe. Driven by pounding beats, funky, electronic, bass grooves, and a distorted pitch-bending synth lead. Female vocal samples give the track a sexy vibe that'll leave you hooked and shook...

YoU TuRN Me ON

Forget You

What Could Have Been

Intro

I sigh a silence through my sleeves
Speak in gestures no one reads
Smile like it’s muscle memory
I’ve learned to disappear clean

It’s easier to bruise in private
And wear the wound like design
Tell me I seem so calm—
Yeah, that’s the crime

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

You ask why I never flinch
I’ve made numbness feel like skin
You hold the match like a dare
But I’m already not there-
Oh, oh, I'm already not there!

It’s easier to hide in pattern
Than gamble what's not returned
The burn you fear?
I’ve learned to yearn and not get burned

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

Some call it fear, I call it form
Some call it love, I call it worn
If I never bleed, is it still a war?
If I never crack, is it still yours?

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

Some call it fear, I call it form
Some call it love, I call it worn
I didn’t break—just changed the shape they thought was mine
Soft as armor, stitched to tear but I'll be fine.

Soft Armor

You said I spark like I’m about to break
I said nothing—that’s how I operate
Every fuse inside me’s burnt but clean
You’d never guess where I’ve been seen

Tension builds behind the eyes
No flash, no sign—just trace and time

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Kept my current under skin
Never tripped, never let them in
I know the surge that silence makes
It’s not the shock, it’s what it takes

Pressure builds but never screams
Buried deep in idle machines

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Keep your hands where I can't feel
Keep your warmth off my shield
This isn't fear—it's how I deal
With all the live wires I conceal

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Keep your hands where I can't feel
Keep your warmth off my shield
This isn't fear—it's how I deal
With all the live wires I conceal

A signal left when everything’s off
A flicker still ticking when the world’s shut off

Stray Voltage

You paused mid-fight, I let it crash
You stitched the code, I kept the scratch
We used to burn through every round
No soft resets, no calming down

You said the pain would wear me thin
I said at least I’d feel it in my skin

Pull the plug, don’t fake the strain
Don’t clean the wound, don’t change the frame
I glitch in full, I break with style
Your autosave just cramps the file
You ghost the risk, I ride the wave-
I don’t need an autosave
I don’t need an autosave!

Your love came padded, mine was bare
You closed the tab, I stayed right there
We played on hard with nothing left
You buffer loss—I hold what's wrecked

You said survival means control
I said some scars are what make you whole

Pull the plug, don’t fake the strain
Don’t clean the wound, don’t change the frame
I glitch in full, I break with style
Your autosave just cramps the file
You ghost the risk, I ride the wave
I don’t need an autosave-
I don’t need an autosave!

Some things break and that’s the point
I live in cracks you’d try to join
You update pain to something neat
I wear the version you delete
I don’t need an autosave!

Pull the plug, don’t fake the strain
Don’t clean the wound, don’t change the frame
I glitch in full, I break with style
Your autosave just cramps the file
You ghost the risk, I ride the wave
I don’t need an autosave-
I don’t need an autosave!

No restart
No reply
Just the version
Where we both die

I don’t need an autosave!
I don’t need an autosave!
I don’t need an autosave!

Autosave

i can breathe for the first time •°:.*₊₊₊

Kelly Clarkson - SINCE U BEEN GONE (saint caribou remix)

Lint Trap

Ah—
Same cup, same hand, same spin on the chair
If I can repeat it
I don’t have to feel it

I stir my coffee three times
Clockwise
Always
It doesn't taste better
But I know what comes next

I count the windowpanes in the morning
Like they’ll disappear if I don’t
It’s not obsession
It’s just—
Something to finish

Minor ritual
Keeps the pulse exact
Minor ritual
No room for collapse
I don’t pray
I reset
I don’t cry
I rinse out
Minor ritual
Clean hands
Closed mouth

I press my shirt like I’ll see someone
I won’t
But the line stays straight
Which is enough

I open messages
Then close them
Unread, but organized
It’s not ghosting
It’s curation

You once asked why I light the same candle
Let it burn, blow it out, walk away
It’s because I like
When something ends
On my terms

Minor ritual
No flame, just spark
Minor ritual
No depth, just mark
I keep the chaos
Color-coded
Keep the silence
Lightly loaded

You said,
“Why not just feel it?”
I said,
“I do.
Just—slow.
And softly.
And never where it shows.”

Minor ritual
What I do
So I don’t
Undo



OK, computer
Run that again
I think I missed the part
Where I wanted this

I don’t mean
To sound ungrateful
Just—
Low battery
Wrong update
No signal

I wake before my name loads right
My face logs in with borrowed light
Scroll through silence
Like it might say
Who I’ve become
Or what to play

I text you back in lowercase grace
You type “hey”
I react with space
It’s not cold
It’s just the interface
Designed for smooth
Not depth

OK, computer
Tell me what I meant
Translate my silence
Into sentiment

You read my mood
Better than I do
And still
You buffer
Before the truth

I ask the map
Where I last felt real
It spins
I fake a destination
Just to feel
Like I’m in motion

Calendar says:
“Lunch with someone who tried”
Reminder set
But I let it slide

You said,
“You okay?”
And I blinked
Like a cursor
Waiting for input
That never came

OK, computer
One more run
Simulate closeness
Without the sun

Restore my voice
From cached replies
I’m still here
Just optimized

OK, computer
You got it right
I didn’t crash
I just
Went quiet

OK, Computer

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The result?
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Coming Home (original mix)

I sang in the choir
Before the silence
Before wings caught fire in the open sky
Before wings caught fire in the open sky
I sang in the choir

They said it was pride—but I recall doubt
A question pressed in gold-lined mouths
I didn’t scream on the way down
Just bit my tongue and fell

I’ve dragged my breath through collapsing temples,
Spoke in tones that unsettled angels.
Crushed my chest in a vow too violent,
Woke in a tomb that mistook me silent.

Bit through faith with a tongue like thunder,
Coughed up blood from the spell I’m under.
Wings broke down in a failed redemption,
Still heard the hymn with a warlike tension.

Branded truth in the scars I carry,
Scripture burned where the lines were buried.
Built belief from a grim obsession,
Still wear the weight like a cruel possession.

Swallowed flame till my nerves were screaming,
Dreamed in pits where the stars stop gleaming.
Don’t preach law in your bright regalia—
I held the line through the whole damn failure.

I was an angel too
You forget the fall was shared
Feathers in the soot, bruised blue
You forget—I still cared

Coughing up blood in a sky of glass
Throat full of nails, stepping on stones
The Watchers wept, and Enoch wrote—
But not all books deserve to last

Who defines the fallen line?
Who replays the war in time?
Who reclaims the shattered sign?
Who remakes the first design?

I was an angel too—don’t rewrite the fall
I stood in the fire, I still heard the call
Not every wound you hide was earned
Not every bridge I crossed was burned

I was an angel too—torn from the choir
Struck down, not struck out, baptized in fire
You built your throne from shattered light
But I still dream in black and white

Oh, I saw the stars before they formed
I knew the hymn before it swarmed
And still I burn beneath your crown
And still I fall without a sound
And still I fall without a sound
And still I fall without a sound

I was an angel too
But not the kind you knew
Not all light leads back to you
Not all light leads back to you

I was an angel too
And I remember grace

I Was An Angel Too

I held your fear like it was mine...
I held your fear like it was mine...
A paper tiger..
I held your fear like it was mine...

I held your fear like it was mine
Tried to be the warning sign
You saw a wolf—I knew the lie
A paper beast dressed up to bite

You spoke my worth in quiet tones
Built me up with brittle bones
And I roared like I was made of steel
But nothing I said ever felt real

I thought I scared the dark away
Thought I was the storm you'd never tame
But I was paper in the rain
Folded sharp, then torn again
Not your armor
Just your shadow
Not the threat—just what you’d outgrow

I held your fear like it was mine..
I held your fear like it was mine..

You stayed calm when I cracked loud
Never blinked beneath the shroud
And when I tried to rage, to shake the air
You held your breath like I wasn’t there

Now I see it all laid bare
Your steady hand, my hollow glare
I was loud, I was afraid
You were brave enough to stay

I gave you show..
I gave you show..

I thought I scared the dark away
Thought I was the storm you'd never tame
But I was paper in the rain
A warning sign you learned to name
Not your armor
Just your shadow
Not the fire—just what you’d outgrow

You needed strength
I gave you show
A paper tiger
You let go

Paper Tiger

I’m not soft—
I just bruise where you can’t see.
I’ve been loud—
But I’ve learned how to bleed discreetly.

You broke me right, not in half
But in corners where I don’t react
Left a note in my own voice
Said “don’t come back, you made your choice”

You talked in code, I spoke in fists
We kissed like threats, we lived like risks
I set my shame in shadowed glass
Now I drink from it like it’s the past

This is power in disguise
Cracked but sharpened, hollow-wise
You think I’m soft enough to fold?
Watch me harden just to hold—

I’m soft—but hard enough to hurt
Gentle hands with a violent verse
I don’t break, I transform
I’m the bruise you couldn’t warn
You said “get strong or disappear”
So I became your quiet fear
I’m soft—
But hard enough to hurt.

You wore your hate in leather lines
I learned to love the slow decline
You called me fragile like it’s weak
I showed you silence you can’t speak

You vanished, babe, I stayed in fog
I stitched my grief into this song
You scream in ways that don’t need sound
I take the damage underground

This is power in disguise
Cracked but sharpened, hollow-wise
You think I’m soft enough to fold?
Watch me harden just to hold—

I’m soft—but hard enough to hurt
Steel that sings inside the dirt
I don’t threaten, I don’t warn
I just become the quiet storm
You said “get strong or disappear”
So I became your quiet fear
I’m soft—
But hard enough to hurt.

I bend like smoke, crack like bone
But only when I am alone
And when you asked me just what broke?
I said—
nothing. I’ve just grown.

I’m soft—but hard enough to hurt
Scarred in ways I can’t revert
I don’t bleed, I distort
I’m the wound that sings in court
You said “get strong or disappear”
So I became your quiet fear
I’m soft—
But hard enough to hurt.

I’m soft...
But hard enough—

Hard Enough To Hurt

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

They say the river’s mouth will swallow bone
And the saints have pawned their grace
The prayers in the dust are left to rust
So if the hours strip the light from home
Day in, day out
We’ll carve our names in sacred thrones

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I can hardly look

You pulled me out from the wreckage burning
I want to lie in your fire ’til the earth stops turning
On the blade of your breath, drinking deep of your death
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
Something pulled out from the wreckage burning
You’ve got me kneeling, got me hungering, yearning
Break me down with your hands, oh love, I’ll go where you stand
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love

Is our love too late?
At the mouth of Hades’ gate
Oh, my soul, I give you—
Take my pulse and change its fate
At your altar, I will wait
You’re the hammer, I’m the slate

Oh, oh 
Oh, oh 

You pulled me out from the wreckage burning
I want to lie in your fire ’til the earth stops turning
On the blade of your breath, drinking deep of your death
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
Something pulled out from the wreckage burning
You’ve got me kneeling, got me hungering, yearning
Break me down with your hands, oh love, I’ll go where you stand
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love

Something so dangerous, holy and ravenous
Whenever you’re near enough, oh my
The world was in shades of bone 'til your shadow was thrown
I thought you had to drown to find

Oh, oh 
Oh, oh 

You pulled me out from the wreckage burning
I want to lie in your fire ’til the earth stops turning
On the blade of your breath, drinking deep of your death
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
Something pulled out from the wreckage burning
You’ve got me kneeling, got me hungering, yearning
Break me down with your hands, oh love, I’ll go where you stand
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
 
Oh, oh my
Oh, oh my

Oh, oh 
Oh, oh 


Wreckage

Walk Me Into The Fire

MyKingFalls Collective Is a AI music Collective Project, Different Styles and Vibes.

Band Lineup:
The Grimm Gospel - Gothic Folk, Psychedelic Folk
Winter Kites - Electro-Indie, Synth, Down Tempo
Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
Zach Rye Band - Folk & Singer Songwriter
The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
Knox County Ghost - Outlaw Country

