نام اثر: روز نمیشم 
هنرمند: 4MtM 
میکس و مستر: رادمهر
طراح جلد: مِدیک
تاریخ انتشار: ۱۴ دی ۱۴۰۱
ناشر: مستقل
Title: Rooz Nemisham
Artist: 4MtM 
Mix & Master: Radmehr
Art Work: MediK
Release Date: 2023/1/4
Publisher: No lable
متن آهنگ : 
حروف ها کنج دهانم منع میشن
سیگار ها دراگ هارو هل میدن

فنسی درونم کشیدن 
فرسنگ ها مه آلوده 
چشمانمو تیغ بریده 
شنیده هایم گلوله

وحشی تر از فواره ی خونمو ریختم 
فرار کن
سرازیرم روی مورفین،درد سایمو رها کن


چشاش دید ، آب میگیره نفسشو 
قلمو ور میداره محکم میکنه تو دستشو
 خفه شو
آسیب به فیزیکت آزادت میکنه 
وقتی 
عمیق ترین نقاشی هارو بهش کادو بدی

شبم و روز  نمیشم 
بدم و خوب نمیشم

اینجا پر از صداست 
آلودگی ، سوت و دود و شیاطین و من 
زندگیم فسخ شد

تازه چشمامو باز کردم 
زندگیم فسخ شد.
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Melancholia

Rooz Nemisham

fine totally

1990s - Don't Look Back

Misk - Aquí (Electro House / EDM)

Nemesis

Lamb To Slaughter

Sufi

Fun rock song, amazing musicians,  amazing lyrics by Alex O'Brian

Marl M   - United Kingdom  -   Guitar, Composition
Christophe Marignale  -  France, Bass
Craig Bennett -  Australia,  Drums
Alex O'Brien - Canada, Lyrics

SK - melody, vocals

COCOON
Lyrics by Alex O’Brien; All Rights Reserved

In the warmth of my room
In my home in my cocoon
I can’t feel the cold steel blades
I feel sane and I feel safe
My life’s a mess, my life’s in ruins
I hide away in my cocoon
I look outside into the street
And feel a deep sense of defeat
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
I feel fine such a peace of mind
Gin and vodka blur my mind
And pass away the restless time
Newspapers and bad TV
My only glimpse of reality
In my shower in my home
I’m in control, I’m on my own
Outside is pain, outside is doom
I live inside a warm cocoon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
I feel fine such a peace of mind
Is it me or is it them?
Will I ever be the same again?
Where’s the promise, where’s the hope?
Who’s pulling on the hangman’s rope?
Gin and vodka blur my mind
And pass away the restless time
Newspapers and bad TV
My only glimpse of reality

In my shower in my home
I’m in control, I’m on my own
Outside is pain, outside is doom
I live inside a warm cocoon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
In my cocoo-ooo-ooon
I feel fine such a peace of mind
Oh yes I do
In my cocoon
In my cocoon
In my cocoon
In my
In my
In my
In my
In my
In my
In my cocoon

Cocoon  - ft. SK

Cosmic shroud flickers,
fill the heavens,
with the weep of the beast,
mourning procession departs.

The seed in moist flesh,
sown consciousness rise again,
from darkness the eternal substance
takes shape of a man.

Bring my craving to the goal,
carved by wind and time,
on mountain of creation,
set the fire

Seeking the strength of blood and the divine,
way of the calvary and iron stars,
we are the shape of eternity,
while over the forehead only the milky way ride.

With blood-stained,
descendant of my flesh,
becomes yearning nocturnal.

The will is grown
tall towers have fallen
now when the shame evanish
the supreme being is call me

Fire....

At midnight gate, absolved of sin,
perfection, where soothing oblivion aid,
aimed at conquest, forced to obtain,
before the word was made.

Seeking the strength of blood and the divine,
way of the calvary and iron stars,
we are the shape of eternity,
while over the forehead only the milky way ride.

Bring my craving to the goal,
carved by wind and time,
on a mountain of creation,
set the fire

The will is grown
tall towers have fallen
now when the shame evanish
supreme being is calling

VOLFDRAG - Pristine Fire

The Starkind Entity

Body Talk

Xtreme Krell Gestures

It still has control over you
Can you feel its grip
Shake it off
And make yourself live

My connection is strong
My connection may be weak
But you'll know it's me
When I set you free

The Key of Change
The Key of Change

Free will
Is your pilot
Free will
Is your guide
All I can do
Is trust
You'll do right inside

The evil tempts you
The evil preys
It pretends to be me
When you are afraid

The Key of Change
The Key of Change

If you need the strength
Then be sure to rest
Take breaks
And soothe your head

When you're back to normal
You'll be weak to his strength
When you're back to normal
Take it easy, but don't fade

The Key of Change
The Key of Change

The Key of Change
The Key of Change

The Key of Change

The Key of Change

The Key of Change

The Key of Change

The Key of Change

The Key of Change

The Key of Change


The Key of Change

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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