Twenty One Pilots-Overcompensate

twenty one pilots-backslide

The support for this is insane!! thank you guys so much wtffff. I hate to put this here but definitely check out my album Mixed Feelings, there's a lot of inspiration drawn from the pilots in it :)

Routines In The Night

Routines In The Night - A Twenty One Pilots Cover by Matteo Bisceglia

Twenty One Pilots - Shy Away/Heathens/Next Semester

Twenty One Pilots - Drum Show (Alternate Version)

Remixed the first song from Breach.
This band is the reason I started making music, and to honor the end of their 10-year journey, I created this track.
It’s my tribute to them.
Enjoy |-/

Oh, and yeah, i went to dema.

Twenty One Pilots - The Contract ( lovin remix )

Twenty One Pilots - City Walls (Alternate Version)

Cover of Robot Voices by Twenty One Pilots
Main purpose was to experiment with Bandlabs and Singing
Chorus sounds great tho IMO !!!

Twenty One Pilots - Robot Voices (Cover)

How Strange opens the path of Her Dao album, tracing a journey through who she is, where she comes from, how she meets the world, and where her road leads next.
Recognised in the 2025 UK Songwriting Contest with a 5-Star Rating ⭐ and a Commended Entry Award 🏅 (Lyrics Only), this piece stands as the first question of the cycle: who is “she,” when the world begins to shape her?
Originally written in Chinese , the song begins with the chinese nursery rhyme Two Tigers, sung to the melody of Frère Jacques. Children laugh at its absurdity : one tiger without eyes, another without a tail ,yet innocence makes it feel natural.
Here, that fractured image becomes a mirror for the fractures of adulthood.
Growing up turns into a ritual of self-erasure: we run faster than chains, chase numbers and fragments, weld our eyes to the cold blue glow, and even learn to silence our own heartbeat.
The lyric builds from quiet conformity into open defiance. The chorus ascends from Tiger to King :first raw instinct, then reclaimed dignity:
I am the Tiger — tearing through the dawn of this wasteland.
I am the King — chained, yet unbroken in spirit.
The song ends where childhood once began: with Frère Jacques, a melody that has crossed centuries and cultures.
Once a lullaby, it becomes here a haunting refrain for adulthood — posing one last, unsettling question:
Dormez-vous?
Are we still asleep,
or is sleep the only way to endure the absurd?

How Strange 真奇怪

Whiskey and Lipstick

Crawlin’ in the chatroom, sniffin’ out the youth,
Keyboard warrior, but your teeth miss the truth.
Behind that screen, your mask is paper-thin,
Big bad wolf with a weak, crumpled grin.

Click-click, you slither, slide—
Digital swamp where you hide.

Creep season, caught in the headlights.
Thought you’d feast, but you’re the prey tonight.
Creep season, your shadow’s exposed,
Grimy little hands, but the door just closed.

Talking sweet, but your sugar’s laced with bile,
Candy-coated venom, pedo crocodile.
Hunting for the lost ones, but they’re sharper than you,
Got a net for your lies, now the hunter’s skewed.

You sweat, you stutter, stinking up the air,
A roach in the light, scuttling nowhere.
We see you, hear you, every keystroke tracked,
You’re a ghost in the system; no way back.

Creep season, caught in the headlights.
Thought you’d feast, but you’re the prey tonight.
Creep season, your shadow’s exposed,
Grimy little hands, but the door just closed.

Twenty One Pilots - Drum Show (Alternate Version)

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