Eleanor's Audio Kaleidoscope

The Gospel of P.O.E.T.

May do a stripped or acoustic version later.

The Moonlight Sessions

Glow

I Wanna Live Forever

Nemesis

This was written while observing local addicts congregating near the convienience store near my house

Magno Opere

Sanctuary

Broken American Dreams

In The Pink

I can see my breath

PRAY (feat. DR.SKAR, ODL & Luie Da Tone)
Song Composed By: Tribal Tone

PRAY

Lyrics:

You ever get those thoughts that 
Try to lead you 
To do something 
That seems crazy

And the consequences 
Could be pretty fucked up
But you still 
Want to go through with it

And if I painted the picture 
It’d look something like this

Stairs creaking
Mind freaking out
Feel the doubt
Heard a scream
Who's creeping now
Come on out

Careless thoughts always try to take over
You can run but you better take cover
Shooting I'm shooting it out
True self vs possibilities

Go
Ba Ba Ba
Go
Ba Ba Ba
Go
Ba Ba Ba
Go
Ba Ba Ba

Change certain
Nothing the same as before

Could it be something within me
Could take anyone but why come for me
Frequency

This could be my last breathe be my last breathe
Lay it on the line or you get possessed
Who knows what's next

Careless thoughts always try to take over
You can run but you better take cover
Shooting I'm shooting it out
True self vs possibilities

Go
Ba Ba Ba
Go
Ba Ba Ba
Go
Ba Ba Ba
Go
Ba Ba Ba

Woah
Woah
Woah

Possibilities

Focus 12. A state of expanded awareness and enhanced creativity, associated with increased intuition and psychic abilities.
Tuned to 432Hz!
The 432 Hz frequency is a type of tuning that is said to have healing and meditative properties. Unlike the standard tuning of 440 Hz, which is used in most music today, 432 Hz is said to be mathematically consistent with the patterns of the universe.

Focus12 (Voltage Vibes Records)

All For The Better

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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