Love hurts—but without self love, there's only self harm.
Every heartbeat’s a bruise, every memory a blade turned inward.
For those who crave the ache as proof they still exist… call 1-800-GOD-PAIN.
Because sometimes, loving too hard is just another way to bleed.

Self Harm (Poete Maudit)(Prod. By Lilac Beats)

written/produced/recorded by nico zaca
mixed by mTwenty

fatal attraction

Evelyn watched her parents
Drink themselves to death
Her aunt and uncle took her in
With her brother, Jeff 
And something inside her resisted
The life of a post-war girl
And people around that little town  
Asked, “What in the world?”

The focus of attention 
In any room she entered 
Evelyn in her twenties
Was joyous and centered 
She wasn’t going to be a mother
Or a stay at home wife 
Sister Mary Keith
Would be a bride of Christ 

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

Evelyn had a nephew 
And a feeling about young Jack
He needed her protection
And so she was back
She’d known it from the start 
Oh, they were two of a kind 
She held him close and gave him hope 
Watching the eighties unwind 

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

Jack struggled for his health
To keep the seesaw even-keeled
And felt a stab of self-hatred 
Every time he kneeled
Holding the two halves together
The bible and the man of his dreams
Survived by beloved Aunt Evie
And the echoes of her screams

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

And in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

(c) 2025 Darryl Wright. All rights reserved.

Evelyn

This is a Cover Version of the original Song by Banzo Simba.
All rights to the Composition and original Work belong to Banzo Simba.

This Version is a personal Reinterpretation performed by Kitka.
No Copyright Ownership is claimed.
No Monetization or Commercial Use intended.
Respect to the original artist.

Original track:
https://soundcloud.com/banzosimba/inside-my-heart

Original Work © Banzo Simba – All Rights Reserved.
Cover Performance © KITKA – Non-commercial / Transformative Use.

Out Of My Shell (Kitka Version)

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez Martinez

Heir

Bluesy Spaghetti Western with a 70's Prog-ish chorus.

The Illicit Frequencies EP

War By Candlelight

Verses described as "driving an expensive car in the desert at night" is paired with old-school rap beats and bluesy choruses. Mind that non-sequitur interlude, though.

Shogun Portuguese In D Major

NOT FINAL VOCALS & MIX. 
I LOVE GROSSBEAT
PROD. ME
MIX. GALAXEBACON(ONKEL BEINAR)
COMING SOON...

LYRICS:

GIRL ON THE PHONE
SHE ASK ME WHAT IM ON
TOOK TOO MANY SO I TELL HER ONLY ONE
CAN’T STAY SOBER WHEN IM ALL ALONE
YOU’RE THE ONE I REALLY REALLY WANT

GIRL ON THE PHONE
SHE ASK ME WHAT IM ON
TOOK TOO MANY SO I TELL HER ONLY ONE
CAN’T STAY SOBER WHEN IM ALL ALONE
YOU’RE THE ONE I REALLY REALLY WANT

I’VE BEEN UP FOR DAYS I AIN’T NEVA GETTING TIRED
SPEAKING TO MY SAINT, CAUSE THE DEVIL WANTS ME HIRED
COATED CYBERTRUCK, BUT THE LICENSE HAD EXPIRED
I FEEL LIKE IM FLOATING ON THE CLOUDS,  YEAH I AM W1R3D

YEAH YOU GOTTA BRING TWO GIRLS, THAT’S REQUIRED
HAD TO LEVEL UP MY GAME, CAUSE THE BOTTOM FELT TOO DIRE
THEY WE’RE PRAYING ON MY FALL, NOW THEY’RE PRAYING I RETIRE
YEAH BITCH YOU KNOW IM LOCKED IN NOW IM W1R3D

AT THE PSYCHWARD BEING CALLED A MANIC
I BE CHECKING CORNERS FOR CAMERAS IN A PANIC
NEVER FELT A SINGLE THING, I’VE ALWAYS BEEN AN ADDICT
TRYNNA TURN MY TRAUMA INTO SOMETHING TALISMANIC

I’VE BEEN UP FOR DAYS I AIN’T NEVA GETTING TIRED
SPEAKING TO MY SAINT, CAUSE THE DEVIL WANTS ME HIRED
COATED CYBERTRUCK, BUT THE LICENSE HAD EXPIRED
I FEEL LIKE IM FLOATING ON THE CLOUDS,  YEAH I AM W1R3D

YEAH YOU GOTTA BRING TWO GIRLS, THAT’S REQUIRED
HAD TO LEVEL UP MY GAME, CAUSE THE BOTTOM FELT TOO DIRE
THEY WE’RE PRAYING ON MY FALL, NOW THEY’RE PRAYING I RETIRE
YEAH BITCH YOU KNOW IM LOCKED IN NOW IM W1R3D

I NEED ME A BADDIE CATWOMAN, YEAH ELASTIC (HELLA AESTHETIC)
THE WAY SHE MOVES UP N DOWN THAT POLE, ACROBATIC (HELLA AESTHETIC)
I KNOW SHE FANTASTIC YEAH, BUT SHE MOVE SO STATIC (HELLA AESTHETIC)
YEAH I WANNA SEE SOME REAL CURVES, YEAH NO PLASTIC (HELLA AESTHETIC)

UH VISION BLURRY
DREADBOYS IN A HURRY
UH UH VISION BLURRY
DREADBOYS IN A HURRY
UH UH VISION BLURRY
DREADBOYS IN A HURRY
WE GO HARD YEAH
BALL LIKE STEPHEN CURRY YUH

AT THE PSYCHWARD BEING CALLED A MANIC
I BE CHECKING CORNERS FOR CAMERAS IN A PANIC
NEVER FELT A SINGLE THING, I’VE ALWAYS BEEN AN ADDICT
TRYNNA TURN MY TRAUMA INTO SOMETHING TALISMANIC

YEAH I AM W1R3D

//W1R3D//W1NT3R//

W1R3D (SNIPPET)

Where I Can Breathe Again

Already

Cause I am

My music blends the emotion of hopeful piano melodies with the warmth of Brazilian percussion and the hypnotic pulse of deep house.
Each track starts intimate — spoken words, whispers, breath — then slowly builds into powerful, rhythmic energy inspired by carnival and human connection.

My sound travels across worlds:
🌴 Brazil – the heartbeat of samba, cuicas, congas, and crowd chants that make the body move.
🔥 Morocco & the Orient – mystical moods, desert flutes, and haunting female vocals that pull you into a trance.
💫 Europe / UK – deep house textures, evolving BPMs, and that “hope is back” feeling that explodes at the drop.

I love spoken female voices — natural, sensual, sometimes commanding the crowd, sometimes whispering secrets.
I love gradual builds, repetitive loops, euphoric drops, and the feeling of being completely lost in rhythm and light.

My sound is mixed and empowered wy some AI features, and is a fusion of cultures, emotion, and movement —
music that starts in the heart, grows through the body,
and ends on the skin.

Cause I am

MSTRY.

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