lyrics:

open your eyes, but close your mind
the loop begins where reason ends

do you remember what you were before the pattern took form?

…don’t answer.

listen.

digital wind through synthetic trees
echoes of thought lost in rhythmic disease

glitch me

remember what you were before the pattern took form?

…don’t answer.

listen.

digital wind through synthetic trees
echoes of thought lost in rhythmic disease

glitch me again

the flesh is simulation
the sound is your station
the drop is transformation


"identity error  rebooting soul"

breathe in the spiral
exhale the lie

your hands don’t move
the bass does


“We are not here. We are not now. We are not.”

repeat.

thought-folds collapse
under pressure of kick
under weight of reverb
under sacred BPM

this is the temple of echo


you are the glitch


"Please remain dissociated until further instruction."

drop.

drop again.

harder.

we’re not done.

entropy

Lyrics;

[Intro]

Every room has its rhythm.
Every face, a mask rehearsed.
Noise isn't connection
it's camouflage.
They talk to blend in.
I listen to stand out.
I don’t need an entrance.
They say silence is golden...
I call it volume...


[Chorus]

Call it volume
The sound you make when truth gets too loud.
Call it volume
I don’t raise my voice just to join the crowd.
Call it volume
You measure me by what I didn’t say,
But silence was the only honest note I played.


[Verse]

They baptize every moment in opinion and reply,
Preach connection in a crowd, but they’d let a real one die.
They label me a problem ‘cause I won’t perform on cue,
But sometimes saying nothing is the loudest thing you do.
They weaponize their laughter, fake warmth like a smile,
But kindness wears thin when you’ve watched it for a while.
I’m not antisocial I’m just fluent in restraint,
And silence don’t mean absence, it just means I ain’t faint.
Laughter leaks like perfume, loud to hide the rot,
But I’ve lived in quiet corners where the screaming never stops.
They fear what I don't offer no comfort, no reply,
Like if I don’t say I’m harmless, I might be the reason why.


[Pre-Chorus]

They say silence is golden...
I call it volume...


[Chorus]

Call it volume
The sound you make when truth gets too loud.
Call it volume
I don’t raise my voice just to join the crowd.
Call it volume
You measure me by what I didn’t say,
But silence was the only honest note I played.


[Verse]

The loudest in the room ain’t leading, they’re afraid,
Trying to drown the voice inside that tells them what they gave.
They traded depth for echo, traded stillness for a screen,
Now they fear the quiet ones ‘cause we don’t play their machine.
You want a quote to pin me down, a soundbite to define,
But I won’t give you that comfort I won't reduce this mind.
I walk in like a question you can’t answer without pain,
A silence that don’t break, but breaks you just the same.
Isn't it funny how silence starts to scream,
When a quiet one won't play into their dream?
I don't whisper threats I just won't pretend,
And that unsettles folks more than a raised hand.


[Bridge]

They beg for noise 'cause quiet breeds reflection
And most can’t face their own infection.
It’s not me they fear it’s the mirror I become,
A mute reminder of what they’re running from.


[Pre-Chorus]

They say silence is golden...
I call it volume...


[Chorus]

Call it volume
Not how loud you talk, but what cuts through.
Call it volume
I speak in shadows, and still I move you.
Call it volume
Where silence reigns and truth lays bare,
Don’t mistake my quiet for not being there.


[Outro]

Don’t mistake my quiet for not being there

Silence

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banj0Tone

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lyrics:

Knockin’ on that handpan  
Let the rhythm take command  
Handpan jam, no man’s land  
Feet in the sky, beats in the sand

handpanJAM

Lyrics
[Chorus]
We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral,
There will be cake and we’ll eat it all.
There will be tears, but a lack of joy,
We dress in black, like it’s just a ploy.
Say our goodbyes with a plastic toy,
Crack a few jokes that would most annoy

We gonna pun it all, yeah, pun it all.
We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral.

[Verse 1]
Born from chaos, two swipes one match,
Streaming stars from a digital hatch.
Mom’s filming trauma for likes to share.
Schooled by tablets, taught to perform,
Clapped for milestones that break the norm.
Reality’s coded in autoplay,
But they still believed in Santa’s sleigh.

[Verse 2]
Logged in deep to a life on lease,
Trading passion for a WiFi piece.
Burnout chic with a caffeine soul,
Clocking dreams on a Google scroll.
Ghosted love, but read receipts,
Therapy memes to sad lo-fi beats.
Built a life that could almost thrive
But couldn’t afford to really feel alive.

[Verse 3]
Still in hoodies at seventy-two,
Streaming reruns of Gen Z truths.
A voice from the wall reminds him to pee,
And deepfake friends hum “RIP.”
Care-bot smiles with empathy code,
Feeding pills in passive mode.
Ashes stored in a crypto vault,
Legacy saved in a memory fault.

[Chorus]
We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral,
There will be cake and we’ll eat it all.
There will be tears, but a lack of joy,
We dress in black, like it’s just a ploy.
Say our goodbyes with a plastic toy,
Crack a few jokes that would most annoy
We gonna pun it all, yeah, pun it all.
We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral.

[Bridge]
Tried a TikTok trend with a gallon of milk,
Slipped in the foam and cracked like silk.
Final words were “YOLO fam,”
Now he's a meme on a funeral cam.

AirPod in and awareness out
Hit by a scooter mid-self-doubt.

[Chorus]
We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral,
There will be cake and we’ll eat it all.
There will be tears, but a lack of joy,
We dress in black, like it’s just a ploy.
Say our goodbyes with a plastic toy,
Crack a few jokes that would most annoy

We gonna pun it all, yeah, pun it all.
We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral.

[outro]
Now you’re death and long gone,
The only thing remains is this twisted song.
Looped in playlists of moods and sighs,
Where the punchline hits, but nobody cries.

We gonna pun it all, yeah, pun it all.
pun it all, yeah, pun it all.

We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral.

We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral.

We gonna have fun at the fun-e-ral...

FuneralSong

FUNeral

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Knockin’ on that handpan
Let the rhythm take command
Handpan jam, no man’s land
Feet in the sky, beats in the sand


[Verse]
Handpan jam, we knockin' on that handpan
Echo in the night, feel the rhythm of the land
Knockin', knockin', let the spirit expand
Vibes so deep, can’t hold it in my hand


[Verse]
Driftin’ with the beat, I’m lost in the sound
Liquid light, I’m floatin’ off the ground
Handpan talk, no need for a plan
Just knockin' on that handpan yes I am!


[Verse]
YES, I AM!

[Outro]
Knockin’ on that handpan
Let the rhythm take command
Handpan jam, no man’s land
Feet in the sky, beats in the sand

handpanJAM2.0

handpanJAM2

lyrics:

we rise in silence,
we fall without name.
this is not time,
this is not place.
drop the flesh,
feed the pulse.
remember forgetting.
there are no stars here,
just reflections of what you feared to become.
now dissolve.
breathe like you're not real.
blink, and it bends.
we are the pattern.
we are the tear in the veil.
we are the drop.

listen.

listen.



theVoid

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