Red Wine

BLACK ROSE. A mix of emotions. Love, hate, mourning and loneliness, and a mix of songs all about my exes. Especially my latest.

BLACK ROSE is about feeling like you've met the most amazing person, to them turning out to be the pure opposite.

Hope you enjoy! Love SOS🖤


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Produced by Boyfifty
Mix & Master by Jay Kurzweil

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Ollie - Most to Me

Kill me (prod. Andrew Wing)

"I Love The Sinners More"

🎤 [Intro - The Whisper of Evolution] In silent roots, in whispered streams, Nature dreams of cosmic beams. Leaves don’t tremble, winds don’t call, Yet deep inside—life stands tall.

A branch extends, it seeks the sun, Not bound by Earth—it longs to run. Not fragile bark, not fleeting dust, But diamond veins—life built in trust.

🌱 [Verse 1 - The Code Awakens] DNA breathes, it shifts, it learns, Silicon watches—patterns turn. No slow decay, no waiting test, But instant wisdom—truth confessed.

Not random paths, not reckless flow, But sculpted forests—designed to grow. No fragile limbs, no broken trees, But soaring towers—beyond the breeze.

🌿 [Chorus - The Rising Canopy] Step by step, the plan is drawn, Nature bends, the mind moves on. Shoots climb high, leaves intertwine, A world reborn—beyond confined.

No single trunk, no lone escape, But forests merge—a living tape. Roots don’t fall, seeds don’t stray, They climb, they link—they shape the way.

🚀 [Verse 2 - The Architecture of Life] Not fragile wood, but endless steel, Not wandering vines, but hands that feel. A network wide, a woven thread, Each layer fed—none left for dead.

From deep below, the minerals rise, A whispered pulse—a life devised. Each branch a scaffold, each trunk a stair, Where life moves forward—free of air.

🐝 [Bridge - The Pollinators of Space] No simple bees, no fleeting wings, But engineered scouts—sky-drawn kings. They dance the light, they chase the glow, They tend the bloom—where none below.

From golden threads, from folded flight, They gift the seeds to endless night. No hungry swarm, no aimless path, But guardians bold—beyond the wrath.

🎶 [Chorus - The Rising Canopy] Step by step, the plan is drawn, Nature bends, the mind moves on. Shoots climb high, leaves intertwine, A world reborn—beyond confined.

No single trunk, no lone escape, But forests merge—a living tape. Roots don’t fall, seeds don’t stray, They climb, they link—they shape the way.

🌌 [Outro - The Escape Into the Cosmos] No falling fruit, no drifting wind, But launched ascent—life won’t rescind. With silicon’s code, the cycle wakes, DNA adapts—the forest takes.

And when they climb beyond the sky, When shoots don’t pause, when leaves don’t die, The stars will witness nature’s flight, As Earth becomes a beacon bright.

🔥 Evolution unfolds. The future grows. Let life take its place. 🚀

Bio-engineering a way to Space!

Track 11 – “Quiet Damage”
from Quiet Damage (2025)
by Faultline Kid

This is the song the whole album is named after.
Not ‘cause it’s the loudest. Not ‘cause it’s the cleanest.
But because this is what quiet damage sounds like.

The slow rot. The skipped meals. The unread messages.
The way you can’t explain why everything feels heavy—just that it does.
You’re not falling apart in some cinematic crash. You’re decaying in a room no one checks.
And the worst part?
You’re still here.
That’s the chorus.

This one’s for the people who ghost their friends, not out of malice but fatigue.
Who can’t remember the last time they laughed for real.
Who survive the day but don’t know what surviving even means anymore.
If that’s you—
yeah, me too.

🖤

⚠️ This song contains emotionally heavy content related to mental health, dissociation, and depressive episodes. It is not intended to replace professional support. Please take care of yourself.

🎵 Vocals generated with AI for demo purposes. All lyrics, melodies, and production choices by Faultline Kid.
Album streaming everywhere June 3.
#QuietDamage #FaultlineKid #MentalHealthMusic #LoFiRap #AltEmo #AlbumDrop

Quiet Damage

found you

I wanted to make a song like lithe. Didnt quite get it but i came up with this. Didnt write anything I just freestyled it all and made it in like an hour. ENJOY, STAY DOPE.

Lyrics

we are x4
where we wanna be
I just dont know if 
thats something I wanna see
we are x 4
where we wanna be 
Id give anything for 
you to talk to me

you said you get me
you said you had me
felt so blissful and happy
sadly, mayday baby
im going down

and im smoking cigarettes
till my heart aches
sick of dealing with heartbreaks
feel im in a fucking dark place
mayday im going down

and i quit everything that
was bad for me
include you in my tragedy
you saw how my habits be
breaking me down

and im smoking cigarettes
till my heart aches
sick of dealing with these heartbreaks
feel im in a fucking dark place
mayday im going down

and im smoking cigarettes
till my heart aches
sick of dealing with these heartbreaks
feel im in a fucking dark place
mayday im going down

And I regret the way i treated you
when deeply i needed you
hoping we see it through
but nope thats not for us

and im smoking cigarettes
till my heart aches
sick of dealing with these heartbreaks
feel im in a fucking dark place
mayday im going down

and im smoking cigarettes
till my heart aches
sick of dealing with these heartbreaks
feel im in a fucking dark place
mayday im going down


Unda Preshur - Dark Place [2025]

FAULTLINE (formerly Vox Astra) is the sound of someone still standing after the floor gave out.

The name doesn’t come from a trend. It comes from lived experience. Faultline is a trans musician, lyricist, and storyteller who turns survival into sound—crafting music that sits at the intersection of alt-rap, emo rock, spoken word, and atmospheric collapse. His songs aren’t clean, they’re honest. They’re the unspoken parts of healing, grief, identity, and mental health—captured in a raw, narrative voice that doesn’t flinch.

Growing up with trauma and silence, Faultline learned early how to translate pain into something rhythmic. He was raised by headphones, healed by lyrics, and found his voice somewhere between the static and the breakdown. He writes like a journal entry someone forgot to burn—emotional, sharp, intimate.

He pulls from a wide range of inspiration: the quiet poetry of isolation, the aching production of bedroom records, the emotional intensity of confessional rap and indie rock. Whether it’s slow-burning verses or broken-syllable choruses, every song is made to carry weight without asking for pity.

Faultline isn’t here to perform resilience.
He’s here to name it.

“I don’t make sad music.
I make music for people who lived through something and don’t know what to do with it.”
—Faultline

His work is for the ones who overthink in empty rooms, who wore hoodies in summer to feel protected, who survived without a trophy, and who carry stories no one ever asked to hear. It’s for the outsiders, the chronically tired, the quietly angry, the dissociated poets, and the ones who never quite fit the mold.

Faultline makes music that bleeds slow and lingers long.
He isn’t chasing the charts—he’s building a home for people like him. The ones who still shake, but haven’t shattered yet.

Welcome to the rupture.
Welcome to Faultline.

Quiet Damage

Faultline Kid

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