EVERYDAY (Prod.Sence x LMG x spaceman)

Walking the line between intimate bedroom pop and an arena anthem, ‘Scar’ marks the beginning of the band’s most ambitious chapter to date.

Scar

Prod. Injury

Ask me why i do this to myself 

id probably come up with something and lie

i don’t know why i self sabotage myself

I just want to be left alone 

though i don’t want to be completely alone 

i feel confused and don’t know why

This self sabotage kills me every time

I’m conflicted about my life 

i feel like this is all just a lie im in a high

(Im sober from you tho?)

Self sbotage

"Laniakea" traces the vast gravitational highway that binds our local universe — not as something distant, but as a living presence. It's a meditation on the cosmic web that holds galaxies in its flow, where dark matter moves unseen and ancient forces shape eternity. A song for those who feel the pull of the great unknown, and dare to follow it.

Threads of light

Laniakea

Created with Suno AI. 

With the curtains drawn on barred windows
The start of the incarceration 
Bleeds into the walls
And with the doors chained, and bonds tightened
The start of the incarceration 
Creeps through the halls

When the sun goes down, and the sky is bruised
The start of the awakening 
Rattles through the walls
And when the moon is full, but hidden in the fog
The start of the awakening 
Stalks us one and all

“Don’t make a sound
It’ll be okay
Just trust me
It has to be this way”

But I refuse to sleep in this room where it touches me
And I would rather be a prisoner if this is what’s considered free
Coerced and forced to let it lay down upon me
It’s happened so many times I don’t even trust my own memory

When I try to recollect all those times that I didn’t want 
I doubt that anyone will believe 
Was it yesterday or today? 
Was I nine, fifteen, or twenty five?
Perhaps it never did
Or did it never end?

It rattles all the walls
As it creeps through the halls
To stalk and steal what it needs
Burrows itself deep
Seeps inside of me
And leaves me to bleed

But I refuse to sleep in this room where it touches me
And I would rather be a prisoner if this is what’s considered free
Coerced and forced to let it lay down upon me
It’s happened so many times I don’t even trust my own memory

Right for You

Joey Keating