Good Tonight (from The Bad Guys)

Good Tonight (from The Bad Guys) [feat. Anthony Ramos]

Native Tongue

Rosendale – The Knight.

Queen of Misery（Hera)

Journeys Together Into the Distance

Hell’s Coming with Me

Don’t Care About Me

If I could freeze it, I would right here,
Before we fade, before you disappear.

One More Sunset

floating in space

Who The Fuck Are You?

Lyrics written and music created by Joe Kirk. Copyright 2025.

With what is left of me.
I forge into.
What is necessary for today.
Do it for you.
Staring at the ceiling.
Counting the many ways.
Blocking out the thoughts that can.
Remind me of the pain.

Broken soul bones.
No one knows this more than I.
Dare to compare.
A hundred-mile stare.
Lost with no flares.
Broken soul bones.
Broken words do you supply.


I scream at the dream, and it seems to be deemed black.
Relax and sit back.
Hears to the dreams that hit back.
I never knew all the answers that I pretend to know.
No remedy.
How should I know how to keep the soul's glow.


Crucified and celebrated.
The prize was me this time.
Heads on the wall mounted.
The hunter has now become the prey.
Cruel as your weapon, your aim is still off.
Shoot at the man as he is getting away.
Shoot at the one carrying his own cross.

With what is left of me.
I forge into.
What is necessary for today.
Do it for you.


Broken soul bones.
No one knows this more than I.
Dare to compare.
A hundred-mile stare.
Lost with no flares.
Broken soul bones.
Broken words do you supply.


A hundred thousand pictures in the form of memories.
Heart washed away by tears.
Warned of the breaking dam.
The rumor that was truer than she had been in years.
Scars on his face tell a story that needs no words.
The scars on the inside.
Don't forget about the scars on the inside.
Sometimes those are the scars that need the words.

With what is left of me.
I forge into.
What is necessary for today.
Do it for you.
Staring at the ceiling.
Counting the many ways.
Blocking out the thoughts that can.
Remind me of the pain.


Crucified and celebrated.
The prize was me this time.
Heads on the wall mounted.
The hunter has now become the prey.
Cruel as your weapon, your aim is still off.
Shoot at the man as he is getting away.
Shoot at the one carrying his own cross.

Broken soul bones.
No one knows this more than I.
Dare to compare.
A hundred-mile stare.
Lost with no flares.
Broken soul bones.
Broken words do you supply.


I scream at the dream, and it seems to be deemed black.
Relax and sit back.
Hears to the dreams that hit back.
I never knew all the answers that I pretend to know.
No remedy.
How should I know how to keep the soul's glow.

BroKeN soUl BoneS.  Pale1/Chrome Dolphins

skeleton

PHAZIKK is the creative identity of a Canadian producer, blending emotion and storytelling in every track; drawing inspiration from late-night reflection and raw human experience.

Working with advanced production software and FL Studio, Phazikk fuses electronic, hip-hop, and cinematic influences to create songs that speak when words fall short. Each release is a new chapter.

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Who The Fuck Are You?

PHAZIKK

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