"[PSYCHOLOGY WARNING: this videogame psychologically profiles you as you play. It gets to know who you really are, and then changes itself. It uses its knowledge against you, creating your own personal nightmare. This game plays you as much as you play it.]" 

Algorithms mocking me,
Phones and friends just laugh, you see,
Digital whispers in my head,
Secrets that they all have said...

Tik-Tok tales, they seem so coded,
Hearts and shadows, all eroded,
No one believes the things I see,
Symbology consuming me!

Bully bot, it strikes again,
In my pocket, and with friends,
Coded messages they send,
Trying hard to comprehend,
Bully bot  it strikes again...

Every swipe, another clue,
Hidden meanings, they construe,
Images that lie to me,
Truth encoded constantly...

Bully bot, it strikes again,
In my pocket, and with friends,
Coded messages they send,
Trying hard to comprehend,
Bully bot, it strikes again!

Lost in an algorithm spree,
Drowning in this digi sea,
Mock me if you want to try,
But their codes don’t seem to lie...


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#poppunk #punk #emo

BULLY BOT [TIK TOK ALGORITHM]

Rigged the ship in the dead of night,
Dodging neon lights that burn so bright,
In the harbors of greed,
We cast our fate,
With shadows of clocks that never wait...

Silver spoon navigates lost souls,
Golden anchors weighed by shattered goals,
Across the black markets of promise and sin,
Just a pawn in the den of wolves we’ve been...

Oh,
We sail against the tide,
In a world where honest men hide...
With the currency of lies,
We buy our pride,
Modern pirates,
Our shackles untried...

Down the alleyways where the whispers grow,
Echoes of the deals from long ago,
In the tightrope walk down Wall Street's grin,
Where smiling sharks show their teeth and fin...

Ghosts of sailors from the wreckage past,
Speak in tongues where the shadows cast,
In the mirrors of power,
Their secrets call,
Their golden chains are the cruelest gall...

We steal not for treasure,
But for a breath,
In a landscape of debt and creeping death,
Our flags are unmarked,
Our hands are tied,
In the sails of resistance,
Our hearts confide...

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#folk #darkfolk #acoustic #darkacoustic #southerngothic 

MODERN DAY PIRATES [THE ONE PIECE] [KING OF PENTACLES]

Eighteen years deep, still stuck in the same fight,
Doctors pass me around like a ghost in the night,
say it’s trauma, then tell me why do the meds make it right?

Specialists lost in a game of telephone,
Each one knows a piece, but never the fucking whole,
I’m falling apart, but of the situation, they ain’t in control,
system set to break me, I admit, Im feelin' the toll.

Screamin' in silence, no one hears my cries,
Im in the ER but I've been left to fuckin' die,
poke and prod, then say I’m too young,
Age discrimination, like I'm not coming undone!

In and out of remission, so they claim I’m not sick,
"unstable" when I finally get mad, deep psy-op trick,
Apathy’s in style, everyone doing the emote freeze,
But they don't have to live with this debilitatin' disease!

Deteriorating slow, no one seems to care,
Passed around like a file, man, none of it’s fair,
Talk ‘til I’m blue, they never hear the story right,
Swear ill die unheard under these hospital lights!

Rather go out at home than in this hell they call "care,"
Tortured by the ones who should be right there,
Bedbound at home and it’s killing me fast,
A product, not a person, my spirit's fading at last!

Conversion disorder, the easiest name,
No accurate diagnosis, forced to play the game,
say it’s worse to be an addict than to live in this pain,
But im dying every day, my body killing my brain.

Rather not be hooked, damn, what’s the choice?
I’m beggin' for relief, but they silence my voice.
Life’s a slow death, no one is hearing me,
Just another chart, another shift on repeat!

Watch ‘em shuffle through, like drones on a line!
Back-to-back on the clock, no rest in their minds,
scan my bracelet like a number, 
Thoughts that never occurred,
No one wants to face the ugly truth,
system’s broken, one of many livin' proof.

Eighteen years, man, I’m wastin’ away,
Deteriorating while these hoops just delay.
Can’t get support, can’t get the truth,
Helpless to the system, losin’ my youth.
My life on hold, while they play their roles,
Cashing checks on a kid left out in the cold,
Numb to my suffering, it’s takin' its toll.
done with this shit, go ahead, watch my body fold!

Invisible illnesses and trauma can coexist,
And people don’t always fit a defined list!
I’m both mentally ill and physically ill,
Say it's a mind body problem you don't even fucking subscribe to
Lives don’t change when it dont fit you or your bill.
Now the blame's not on my body, but its on you! 

Yeah, it's on you!

🏥 ☎️

#darkrap #hip-hop #rap #hiphop #synthrap #electronicrap

MEDICAL TELEPHONE

I carve out my reflection, trying to fit in the glass  
Molding my own body, but the truth just won't last  
Change matter or mind, no matter what I try  
Every move is watched, every gaze a lie  

Want to be seen, want to be touched, want to be clear  
But they just see a shape, not a soul that's here  
Caught in the middle, no space to breathe  
Lost in the outward, they don't see me  

Fetishized, oh, they can't see past my body, 
Living in a cage, in a cage, why was this asked of me
Will I miss this prison when I break these chains?  
Or will I hate the memories of all the pain?  
Fetishized, trapped in their design  
Want to be loved, but not be defined 

In doctor's rooms, they see skin, not my heart  
Glances objectify, tearing me apart  
Hidden in online shadows, can't walk the streets  
Surviving their hunger even in my own sheets.
 
Want to be loved, want to be seen, want to be known,
But they only take what's given, leave me alone  
Living in the margins, waiting to be free  
But their eyes keep locking, keep defining me  

Fetishized, oh, they can't see past my body, 
Living in a cage, in a cage, why was this asked of me
Will I miss this prison when I break these chains?  
Or will I hate the memories of all the pain?  
Fetishized, trapped in their design  
Want to be loved, but not be defined 

Changing for a world that sees me as a thing,
Will I come to regret the truth I sing?
Wishing for a touch that sees me for my soul  
Not just a desire, toy, or a story they told. 
 
Fetishized, will I ever find peace?  
Or will being forced in this cage be where I find my release?  
I was molded by their hands, and lost in their eyes, 
Searching for the truth in a world full of lies.

#alternativerock #rock #symphonyrock

FETISHIZED

Stay away from me, you don’t know my life,  
Raised in a cage, dogfights to eat, to survive,  
middle of nowhere, the weak never thrive.  
Growing in depths where most would've died! 

Not a vicious dog, but I know why I bite,
Growing up, only predators had any rights,
adopted Rubix cube face to survive my nights,  
Losing my soul waiting on a glimpse of the light!

sit there and judge me, but you don’t see my scars,  
Thought you could fix me, but there you went too far,  
false good intentions, now invading my space,  
Call me selfish, call it kindness, call it a cold embrace.  

generational curse the family tree told, 
story I waited to tell, you extorted and sold,
thought youd be honest but i only got a mask, 
Seeing and speaking truth was just too much to ask! 

sheep in wolf’s clothing, a lamb on the edge,  
controlling hands pushing me close to the ledge,  
as I'm trying to heal, time slips through the sand,
leave alone what you dont seem to understand.  
not your dog on a leash, your savior’s role to play,  
Just needed an ear as I found my own way! 

You saw the surface, but you missed the pain,  
I was drowning my demons, while you fed the flame,
 thinkin I needed saving, without knowing my fight,  
treating me as if I was your own personal birthright.  
I’m not a project, there's a fucking person inside,  
And all of your actions just made me want to die,  
You don’t get it, you just aint what I need,  
When your love is a cage, but I needed to be freed.

Back off, I need space to breathe,
Crowding my memories as I’m caught beneath,  
Let me find my way, I need to heal my soul,  
Understand your touch felt like nothing but control.  
bought into the lies you forced me to tell,  
believing them only kept me trapped in that hell!

sheep in wolf’s clothing, a lamb on the edge,  
controlling hands pushing me close to the ledge,  
as I'm trying to heal, time slips through the sand,
leave alone what you dont seem to understand.  
not your dog on a leash, your savior’s role to play,  
Just needed an ear as I found my own way!

Before you reach out, please think twice,  
the best intentions sometimes come at a price,  
Respect my boundaries, leave me be,  
Its the only way you or I will ever find peace.  
not your dog on a leash, l'm done with the role,
this is the sound of me TAKING BACK MY SOUL! 

TAKING BACK MY SOUL! 

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#Rock #hardrock #sythrock #generationaltrauma #capitalism


DOGPIT

Who else knew the truth before the US' govt released the truth about having proof of aliens?

🛸 

Studied stars, through the window of my room,
Spaceships cruise past the moon, cartoon gloom,
Nightmares of Zim, green-skinned invasion kid,
Watching late night, wonder in my eyes hid.

"Probability this, probability that,"
NASA won't cover, "they wearin' a tin hat."
Shapes in the sky, geometric dance,
Debating truth, conspiracy glance!

Aliens, yeah, you know they're out there!
Dots in the void, why the world don't care?
Government gaslights, saying it's a scare,
We been hip, y'all, we knew since we were kids, fair and square, and square!

Zim whispered truths, his plan fell apart,
Saw connections in cartoons twisted art.
Room's glow green, light years apart,
Learnt they real, knowledge in my heart.

Under our beds, stories lay in stacks,
Disguises of lies, truth buried in racks.
Government says, "It's all just a show,"
'Tin foil hats' ain't the only folks that know!

Aliens, yeah, we shout it out loud!
Raised on a diet of MIB proud,
Reality warped, in shadows shrouded,
But our eyes don't lie, in the sky we see 'em crowded!

#electronic #electropop #pop #90s #invaderzim

INVADER ZIM [2020 UAP EVENT]

📱🕸

Three years, no words to say,
Still, you haunt me every day...
Shadows lurk around my feed
In the web of the internet...

You watch my life unseen,
Eyes behind the screen,
Every post a peek
In the net we weave...

Stop cyberstalking me
Through the algorithm's maze,
Get out of my feed
In this twisted tech craze!

I feel your presence near,
Your ghost is always here,
In the pixels of my space,
You vanish without a trace...

Stop cyberstalking me
Through the algorithm's maze,
Get out of my feed
In this twisted tech craze!

Three years, still I can't flee,
From this digital chase,
Leave me to be free
In the web of the internet!

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#darkpop #pop

Web of the Internet

⚠️ 🕸🎪

Algorithmic shadows dance, fake news trance,
Clicks and clout, deep into the black haze,
Screens got you twisted, psyche in a maze,
Reality hacked, every tweet a razor blade!

Echo chambers scream, nightmares in memes,
Likes equate worth, sanity unseams,
Cyber corridors, truth in disguise,
Smoke and mirrors, everything’s a lie!

Echo chambers scream, nightmares in memes,
Likes equate worth, sanity unseams,
Cyber corridors, truth in disguise,
Smoke and mirrors, everything’s a lie!

Swipe left, swipe right, reality gone!
Lost in the feed, mind’s twilight zone!
Keep your discernment tight, or be undone!
Web's dark kingdom, you risk being overrun!

Data streams corrupted, codes like dreams,
Binary phantasms, torn at the seams,
Pixels turn to demons, screen glows pale,
Digital dystopia, minds frail!

"Follow the rabbit hole," algorithms prey,
Feeds draining life, colors turn to gray,
Wisdom in bytes, buried deep, outta sight,
Hack through the matrix, find the light!

Wi-Fi whispers truth, sometimes lies,
Fathom the depths, reality in disguise,
Guard your soul, code sharp as a knife,
Navigate this web, or forfeit real life!

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#darkrap #hiphop #synthrap #synths #rap

INTERNET WARNING: IMAGES MAY BE DISTORTED

Close my eyes, the world fades to black,  
In this maze, no turning back.  
thousand tunnels, each one, a choice, 
Guiding my heart, it’s a map for my voice.  
Right or wrong, just a feeling inside,  
A silent language where love resides.

I’m feeling my way through the dark,  
Im finding the light in my heart.  
It’s not always clear, but I know it’s right,  
It's a moral compass shining inside,
Unconditional love with boundaries set,  
A dance with the universe, I won’t forget.  
It’s more than just rules, it’s a feeling, you see,  
A love language between the world and me.

Ohhh...

Each step I take, shadows fall away,  
Revealing paths that beg me to stay.  
But I need the love with my highest good, 
Someone who'd treat me just as I would, 
The choices are hard, the lines are thin,  
But I trust the feeling that rises within.  
It’s not just about being right or just,  
It’s finding the road that nurtures trust.
 
In the stillness, I find my way,  
Through the noise, I hear what to say.  
the quiet truths set me free,  
The love I give, the love I receive.  
No need for words, intuition will guide,  
Its an arrow pointing the way inside.
more than a way of life, but the song of my soul,  
A light in the dark that makes me whole.

Oh... 

Life's a waltz with the universe, hand in hand,  
Together we’ll walk through this uncharted land.  
With each step, I’ll feel in my heart what’s right,  
Guided by love, and the sweetest light.

Ohhh...

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#piano #acoustic #guitar #indie

Moral Compass [Ace of Pentacles]

Cruising down the mountain, golden hour,  
August sun, it’s got that power.  
Their hand in mine, a touch so sweet, 
Followed up with a kiss, what a treat
 
With them beside me, everything’s fine,  
Marijuana
and their lips on mine
tastes like cherry cola, 
I wanna know if you-you-you
Wanna have a sleepover forever
Oh nothing could be better 
To me

Top down, wind through our hair,  
The world’s our canvas, painted rare.  
The august heat between us that we both share,  
In this summer’s glow, without a care.
  
With them beside me, everything’s fine,  
Marijuana
and their lips on mine
tastes like cherry cola, 
I wanna know if you-you-you
Wanna have a sleepover forever
Oh nothing could be better 
To me

The road unwinds, the stars in sight,  
Both our cherry cola lips burning just right,
Laughter echoes, the mountains sing,  
In this euphoric high, we’ve got everything.

With them beside me, everything’s fine,  
Marijuana
and their lips on mine
tastes like cherry cola, 
I wanna know if you-you-you
Wanna have a sleepover forever
Oh nothing could be better 
To me

As we drive through twilight, hand in hand,  
Life’s a beautiful dream, where we both stand.  
Marijuana and cherry cola linger in the air,  
In this summer’s embrace, it's a perfect pair.

🌄 🌬

#pop

Marijuana and Cherry Cola

This life has been so exhausting;
agony, twenty four seven,
Its at the point,
I wish I was exaggerating...

I've fought so many wars 
No one ever knew,
Done many things
I didn't want to 
Because I had to.
if I had to be
brutally
honest with you,
I'd tell you:

Lay me down in the poppy fields,
where all this pain finally yields,
I'd sleep for a century,
Maybe forever, 
The smell of the flowers,
Might make me better... 

I'd want you to leave me,
And live life undisturbed,
Without all my secrets 
That you have heard...
But I'll cry my way through,
For my dear, I can't bear
To leave you...

Perhaps it is a reckless dream,
To some, a gift gone unseen,
Its okay sweetheart I'll take the blame,
The flowers, they all speak my name...


Sedated and unaware,
Or just no longer there,
I don't even really care...

Lay me down in the poppy fields,
where all this pain finally yields,
I'd sleep for a century,
Maybe forever,
The smell of the flowers,
Might make me better... 

I want you to find the love you deserve,
And live life undisturbed...
But I love you more than myself,
So I'm asking first for your help... 

🥀

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©QUICKSILVER

#indie #piano #acoustic #sad

POPPY FIELDS

I can hear you...
Across the plane...
I can see you,
No matter what you say...

I see myself in you,
Divine mirror,
Deliverance of mercy
I am-
undeserving-
But still, I play,
these strings
for you...

for you...
Do anything
you asked me to...

somewhere deep inside 
You know your worth
To have you see 
what you deserve
I'd play the rest of my life
Move heaven
and earth 

It doesn't
matter to me
If you need
more time
I'd wait
forever -
For you,
Are mine.

I'd play 
the rest of my life
Move heaven
and earth 

I'd wait
forever -
For you,
Are mine.

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©QUICKSILVER

#piano #ballad #soundtrack #sorrow #femalesinger #emotional

HEARTSTRINGS [EARTH CHILDREN & GAIA EDITION]

Mister Fox:
I’m in this hand-me-down suit, worn and torn,
Burnt orange and green, a little faded and worn.
Curly hair like fire, they say it’s all right,
But this fox feels strange in the mirror’s light.

It’s a role I rented, passed down in lines,
From a world that says, ‘Stay in your assigned.’
But this tie’s too tight, and these shoes too big,
I’m in a gender suit that don’t let me live.

Miss Crow:
I’ve got this blue dress, pearls round my neck,
A red lipstick smile, and a prim and proper check.
Hair pinned high in a tight black crown,
But inside, I feel like I’m upside down.

They call me ‘Miss Crow’ with wings clipped tight,
In a suit stitched together with fear and might.
This role was rented, not quite my own,
Living in a role that feels overgrown.

Chorus:
We’re renting a gender, don’t own the fit,
Passed through the ages, sewn and split.
In burnt orange, blue, stitched up so tight,
It don’t feel right, no, it don’t feel right.

We swing and we sway, but it’s all askew,
Trying to breathe in these threads, so blue.
A fox in a collar, a crow in lace,
Searching for ourselves in this borrowed space.

Mister Fox:
Maybe I’ll loosen this tie just a bit,
Take off the mask they say should fit.
This fox wants more than a scripted role,
To step out bold and take control.

Miss Crow:
And this crow might ruffle her feathers high,
Red lips daring to kiss the sky.
I don’t want a gender boxed in blue,
I’ll paint it all the shades I choose.

We’re renting a gender, but let it fray,
Tear the seams, wear it our way.
In burnt orange, blue, re-stitched with pride,
Finding our truth, we’re no longer denied.

We’ll swing and we’ll sway in colors anew,
A fox and a crow breaking through.
Wearing our souls like a fresh pressed suit,
Dancing in freedom, our lives in pursuit.

A fox in burnt orange, a crow in blue,
Dancing to a tune that’s finally true.
So here’s to the suits that never fit right,
We’re owning ourselves in this jazzy light.

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©QUICKSILVER

#jazz #swing #duet

GENDER SUIT [MR FOX & MS CROW]

You took my trust, yeah, you took it away,
Played your games, love turned to grey,
Told me lies straight to my face,
Loyalty broken by your disgrace

Thought we were strong, but you let me down,
No respect left, can't stick around,
Vows are off, no binding chain,
Love is lost, and so is the pain

When you break what's in my heart,
Loyalty falls apart,
Treat me right, or let me go,
This is something you should know

Promises meant to hold us tight,
You threw them all into the night,
I deserve love that's pure and true,
Not the garbage that comes from you

Power games have shown your side,
All the love you tried to hide,
Now it's clear you don't belong
In my life
We both were wrong

When you break what's in my heart,
Loyalty falls apart,
Treat me right, or let me go
This is something you should know

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©QUICKSILVER

#newjackswing #newjack #swingpop #love #heartbreak 

Broken Vows!

In the night she walks alone,
Through shadows of the broken stones
A savior in the city’s gloom
For minds twisted in a darkened room

She takes their sins upon her skin,
A shield for those who can't begin,
To fight the darkness creeping in,
A hope where no hope has ever been

She bears the weight they cannot see,
The silent screams of misery,
A martyr in this twisted game,
Crucified yet who to blame?

The harlot's heart beats brave and true,
Sacrifice, that none would do,
Beneath the city's cruel disguise,
A light that lives where shadows thrive

The streets are cold, the night is deep,
The echoes of the pain, she'll keep,
A tale untold, a soul unsung,
To guard the child, and bear the gun

She bears the weight they cannot see,
The silent screams of misery,
A martyr in this twisted game,
Crucified, yet who to blame?

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©QUICKSILVER

#shoegaze #bedroompop #trauma 

MARTYR MARY

I’m the elevator man, goin’ up, goin’ down,
In a coat that’s a little too worn, a little too brown.
I keep my eyes low, a hat on my head,
They think I don’t listen, but I hear what’s said.

Ding!
another floor, another story, another glance,
People think I’m invisible, like I don’t stand a chance.
They don’t know, but I see, I hear every tale,
From the whispered goodbyes to the IV trails.

Up and down, round and round,
I see their faces, never make a sound.
The quiet heartbeats, the broken sighs,
In the elevator man’s quiet disguise.
I’m the keeper of secrets, just along for the ride,
Invisible stranger with a view from inside.

There’s a woman with flowers, knees weak with dread,
A father who clenches a hat, eyes red.
Kids with balloons, doctors in a rush,
Nurses laughing softly in a breathless hush.

I don’t say a word, just push the next floor,
Up to the pediatrics, down to the morgue.
Every life, every end, each ache, each smile,
I’m the ghost on this elevator, here for the while.

Up and down, round and round,
I see their faces, never make a sound.
The quiet heartbeats, the broken sighs,
In the elevator man’s quiet disguise.
I’m the keeper of secrets, just along for the ride,
Invisible stranger with a view from inside.

And if walls could talk, oh, the tales they’d tell,
Of love that was lost, of recovery and hell.
But it’s me in this box, this cage of chrome,
And these fleeting moments feel like home.

Sometimes a young nurse will give me a nod,
Or a tired old janitor will give me a prod.
But mostly, I’m nothing—a button to press,
A silent observer in an endless dress.

But I see all the stories, the pain, the delight,
In the quiet of dawn, in the dead of the night.
Up and down, in a rhythm so slow,
I’m the elevator man, in the know.

Up and down, one last time,
Humming a tune with no reason or rhyme.
Invisible ghost in this hospital maze,
Up and down the line, till the end of my days.

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©QUICKSILVER

#darkcarabret #ballad #DarkCabaret #GothicCabaret #Macabre #Theatrical #Vaudeville #PunkCabaret #VintageGoth #Alternative #DarkJazz #CabaretPunk



ELEVATOR MAN

Welcome to the morgue, come in, don’t be shy,
Where hearts are on the mantel and brains hang high.
I’ve got eyeballs in jars, a spine on the shelf,
A curious collection—I can't help myself!

I've fairies in jars, dusted wings turned gray,
And spiders that spin webs in the light of day.
A Venus flytrap waits by the door,
With a taste for blood and always hungry for more.

Step right up, let me give you a tour,
Through the shadows and things obscure.
In my morgue, nothing’s ever quite right,
But I promise it’s a hell of a sight!

With skeletons grinning, and ghosts by the door,
Welcome, my dear, to the Morgue’s cold floor!

See here, a heart that once burned with fire,
Now it’s shriveled, wrapped in razor wire.
Next to it, an eye so blue and bold,
It’s still watching—well, so I’m told.

Here’s a shrunken head and a witch’s finger,
A vampire’s tooth—it’s a keeper, it lingers.
Goblins preserved in formaldehyde,
Just another oddity I’ve claimed with pride.

Step right up, let me give you a tour,
Through the shadows and things obscure.
In my morgue, nothing’s ever quite right,
But I promise it’s a hell of a sight!

With skeletons grinning, and ghosts by the door,
Welcome, my dear, to the Morgue’s cold floor!

Oh, but don’t mind the smell, it’s just decay,
A perfume for the dearly departed day.
And if you hear whispers, well, they’re friends of mine,
Ghostly gossips from another time.

There’s a Venus flytrap with a taste for toes,
And a goblet of bones where the poison flows.
Everything’s cozy, from head to heart,
In this little morgue, my house of art.

Step right up, let me give you a tour,
Through the shadows and things obscure.
In my morgue, nothing’s ever quite right,
But I promise it’s a hell of a sight!

With skeletons grinning, and ghosts by the door,
Welcome, my dear, to the Morgue’s cold floor!

So if you’re daring, do stay awhile,
Embrace the macabre, enjoy the style.
The morgue’s not for everyone, it’s true,
But it’s always been home to folks like you.

So take a souvenir, or leave behind,
A piece of yourself, forever entwined.
Welcome, welcome to the morgue, my friend,
Where life meets death, and treasures never end.

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WELCOME TO THE MORGUE!

this is a thought exploration of Michael afton exploring his own shadow side to find the ghost of his shadow awaiting him in his own psyche, unpacking the concepts of identity, trauma, nature vs nurture, deterministic futures, and the very biology of what makes someone who they are, their DNA. generational curses really can be spooky. genre choice and voice are intentional; I was imagining one of the animatronics singing it eerily in the background floor of the pizzeria. 

🧬 🌳 ☣️

Michael Afton's POV: 

Ghost lights flicker without a sound,
Creaking floors, no solace found,
Father's secrets deep underground,
Why'd you leave me here abound?

Cracked mirrors whisper lies,
Blood stains that won't disguise,
His shadow looms big as the sky,
Buried in these haunted eyes...

Searching through the shadows dark,
Echoes of a twisted spark,
Father’s crime left its mark,
In this cursed pizzeria park!

Animatronics come alive,
Can’t escape, no place to hide,
Father’s ghosts wherever I drive,
Nightmares burn me raw inside...

Wires twitch in cold surprise,
Broken dreams, nothing but lies,
Find the truth beneath the guise,
Pain sets fire to the skies!

Behind those masks, evil grins,
Screams of long forgotten sins,
Find a way to breathe again,
All the anger locked within!

Searching through the shadows dark,
Echoes of a twisted spark,
Father’s crime left its mark,
In this cursed pizzeria park!

All characters, concepts, and settings from Five Nights at Freddy's (FNaF) are owned by Scott Cawthon and Steel Wool Studios. This fan-made song is created out of appreciation for the FNaF universe, and I do not claim any ownership over the original material.

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#newmusic #surfrock #fnaf #fivenightsatfreddys #rock #michaelafton #williamafton #Fandom 

Ghost of the Afton Family Tree [FNAF]

Oh god what is this, it's 2024? 
You are saying it's about to be 20...25?!
WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK!
FUCK! 

I really hate mental illness sometimes
when I miss entire weeks 
nevermind-
The days, that go by,
That i wanna die
Walkin around
in a fucking haze
In my own house
like it's a goddamn maze-
I don't recognize
me-
and any of my ways! 

But it's okay,
its alright,
I've been mentally ill
my whole life,
And though I'm a little bit strange,
You'd never want me to rearrange!

FUCK! 

I lost my car keys again guys...
THIS IS THE THIRD SET!? FUCK!
Yeah, birth certificate papers again too!
WHAT?!
annnd my ID!
I'm sorry I don't want you
To have to take care of me 
I also broke the window trying to get myself in last night
OH MY GOD!!
Yeah cops thought I was trying to break into our own house 

I can't tell the night from the day,
I get upset if you get in my way,
But im self aware and bold,
Clumsy but in control. 

But it's okay, its alright 
I've been mentally ill my whole life
And though I'm a little bit strange,
You'd never want me to rearrange 

Honestly, I'm just here for a good time. 
Even if I'm still probably not going to FUCKING have one! 

I struggle to eat, shower, take care of myself, 
I'm selfish and people say that I need help,
But the system in the end did nothing for me,
I'm mentally ill, unapologetically!

FUCK! 

But it's okay, its alright 
I've been mentally ill my whole life
And though I'm a little bit strange,
You'd never want me to rearrange!

FUCK! 
I'm like a wolf bat king, demon vampire werewolf dragon that fights supernatural evil without knowing how I'm doing it 
and you know 
no one believes me
but no one has to, it's still happening. 
I keep telling everyone this is how I'm so o p
But they never believe me!

Alright guys, gotta go back to dimension hopping now, see ya in a year!

#newmusic #punkrock #punk #mentalilness #mentallyill #dissociation #time #meme

Mentally Ill For Life

Back in high school, read dystopian pages,  
With a world full of fear and red burning stages,  
So I took it as a warning, a lesson to learn,  
I hoped we’d change course, I thought we’d turn.  

But now I hear echoes, I see the signs,  
People joking on the street saying it’s our time,  
Im glad I kept that story in the back of my mind,
Festering all the years I fought for food to survive

Just like I feared, the story’s come alive...

Used to read about a world burning but cold,  
Now it’s the truth I fear that we’re being sold,  
The Hunger Games are here today,  
Though it’s not a game, it’s dystopian reality.  
People all over who should be friends,
Pitted against to an invisible end,  
sleeping outside, begging to get by,  
Manufactured game, the illusion's a lie.  

Once just a book to open my mind,  
But it’s the world now, I’m starting to find,  
How did we get so close to this horrible edge?  
Where to the president, others lives we pledge?  

I’ve slept on couches, in houses so strange,  
No safety, no love, no food in range,  
So much of this life is a lie they sell,
Theyre making earth for the rest of us a living hell,

His actions affect everything he touches
Silvertongue words, dark magic that crushes 
Death follows him round like a weary dog,
Wondering when someone will throw a wrench in the cog

Celebrities in dresses that could feed for years, 
While genocides happen to our worldly classroom peers,
Lies burning behind smiles of each tooth
Men on screens poison minds of the youth


There were nights I had nowhere to turn,  
Fought for bread, my sibling, and for life, I yearn,  
While the government’s silent echoes cut deep,  
As I lie awake at night with nothing to eat. 

So here I stand, eyes wide open, 
back taking notes, and leading rebellions,
The lessons learned, they echo loud,  
But building up the little life I've found 

Digital mockingjay, flickering coal mine
been walking this path now for such a long time,
We should'vve seen the series as a warning sign
The veil between all this fiction and fate
So blurry, it might be almost, too late.  

woah...

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THE HUNGER GAMES

An "archaeologist of the mind" is a metaphorical term used to describe someone who explores and uncovers hidden or forgotten aspects of the psyche, similar to how an archaeologist unearths ancient artifacts. This could involve delving into memories, subconscious thoughts, and emotional experiences to better understand an individual's inner world. Doing this to a person without their consent or knowledge may have unforseen consequences with certain individuals.

⚱️ ❌️

Messin' with my mind, tomb raider vibes,
Diggin' up old crypts, watch the spirits rise,
Unleashin' curses, shoulda known better,
In this sandy maze, stormy desert weather!

Hieroglyphic feelings, ancient soul stealer,
You woke the pharaoh's wrath, unleashed a thriller,
Pyramids of pain, trapdoors in the heart,
Golden sarcophagus cracked, tearin' me apart!

You shouldn't have played archaeologist with my mind!
Now the mummies moan, spirits bled into time,
Dusty scrolls unroll, secrets malign,
Shoulda let them sleep, you crossed the sacred line!

Beneath sands of time, scarab truths crusted,
Lost in labyrinths, trust now all busted,
Nile of nightmares flowin' through the veins,
With every dig of yours, a deeper hecatomb of pains!

Ankhs of anguish, chambered screams,
You woke Osiris’ wrath, tore apart my dreams,
In this valley of kings, trespassers beware,
You disturbed the wrong tomb, unleashed despair!

You shouldn't have played archaeologist with my mind,
Now the mummies moan, spirits bled into time,
Dusty scrolls unroll, secrets malign,
Shoulda let them sleep, you crossed the sacred line!

#yugioh #bakura #curse #protection

ARCHAEOLOGIST

Penned this awhile ago and wasn't going to release it, but it feels more relevant than ever now lately. It's intended to be a "laughing on the outside, crying on the inside" radical acceptance practice of the oddities of information presented to the public in the last few years. It's time to get weird! 

Aliens at Area 51; a wild raid, wild fun,
Saw ‘em joggin’, straight marathon,
Murder hornets buzzin', big stingers blazin’,
Hive mind bent on invasion, crazier than any occasion,

Weirder every year, the world gone mad,
Lost the script, everything’s rad! 
Chaos reigns, no normal in sight,
Uplift your spirit, find the light!

Monoliths popped up, silent statues trip,
Ancient vibes, metallic grip,
Names in the shadows, secret hands,
Furries leakin’ Project twenty-twenty-"twive"-plans ~ (uwu)

Weirder every year, the world gone mad,
Lost the script, everything’s rad!
Chaos reigns, no normal in sight,
Uplift your spirit, find the light!

Monoliths popped up, silent statues trip,
Ancient vibes, metallic grip,
Names in shadows, secret hands,
Furries leakin’ Project twenty-twenty-"twive"-plans!

Weirder every year, the world gone mad,
Lost the script, everything’s rad!
Chaos reigns, no normal in sight,
Uplift your spirit, find the light!

Monoliths popped up, silent statues trip,
Ancient vibes, everything's rad!
Monoliths popped up, silent statues trip,
Ancient vibes, everything's rad!
Monoliths popped up, silent statues trip,
Ancient vibes, everything's rad!
Chaos reigns, no normal in sight,
Uplift your spirit, find the light!

Pandemics, masks coverin' our faces,
Life’s now a marathon, not just races,
5G whispers, talkin’ waves bringin' cancer fears,
But we keep groovin’, push beyond tears...

Space folks shootin’ rockets, aim for Mars,
Techy dreams, planets among the stars,
Fractured scenes, Earth’s a crazy book,
Read between the lines, take another look!

(take another look)
(take another look)

Pandemics, masks coverin' our faces,
Life’s now a marathon, not just (rat) races,
5G whispers, talkin’ waves bringin' cancer fears,
But we keep groovin’, push beyond tears

Space folks shootin’ rockets, aim for Mars,
Techy dreams, planets among the stars,
Fractured scenes, Earth’s a crazy book,
Read between the lines, take another look!

(take another look)
(take another look)
(take another look)
(take another look)

•

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#gravityfalls #gravityfallsbill #weirdmageddon #murderhornets #uap #ufo #monolith #usa #politics #furry #furries #elonmusk #mars #portal #spirituality #realityshift #realityshifter #timelinejump #timelineshift #shadowwork #indiemusic #indie #weirdcore #electronic #space #news 

WEIRDMAGEDDON [WHEEL OF FORTUNE]


I was turned a vampire,
A soul turned away from the light, 
Sometimes I feel a hollow vessel,
As I starve myself through the night
I didn't want to drain the life from others,
Instead, chose to fade away, 
A hunger solitude can't satisfy,
No choice but to devour, anyway.

I’m cursed with this craving,
A need I can’t define.
Cannibal for affection,
But I’ve never tasted mine.

Consume me, love, and I’ll consume you too,
Flesh and soul entangled, bleeding through.
If love’s a taboo feast, then I’ll break every vow,
Cannibal for love—are you hungry now?

I’ve tasted shadows in the dark,
But never felt their heat.
Each touch was an empty echo,
Waiting for the one with whom 
I was destined to meet,
I bite the hand that feeds me,
Yet offer up my skin,
If devouring me makes you whole,
Let the banquet begin.

I know hunger that is eternal,
Its a wound that never heals.
Love’s the final meal to take,
To feel what real feels.

Consume me, love, and I’ll consume you too,
Flesh and soul entangled, bleeding through.
If love’s a taboo feast, then I’ll break every vow,
Cannibal for love—are you hungry now?

Is this love, or just survival?
A primal need to stay alive?
Take my heart and make it yours,
So I can finally thrive.
I’m not a monster, just a man,
Starving for what I can’t understand

Consume me, love, and I’ll consume you too,
Flesh and soul entwined, bleeding through.
If love’s a feast, I’ll never learn how,
Cannibal for love—am I worthy now?

Temper my hunger, I know it won't stay.
Though it increases at the end of the day,
Within the universe, I learned my place,
A feast for two, sealed in your embrace.

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LOVE STARVED [ACE OF CUPS REVERSED]

Climate change is intensifying forest fires worldwide, leading to more frequent and severe incidents. Key statistics and insights include:

Global Trends:

Increase in Extreme Fires: The frequency of extreme bushfires has more than doubled globally over the past two decades, with six of the past seven years experiencing some of the most severe wildfires on record. 

Projected Rise: Climate change and land-use alterations are expected to increase the frequency of extreme wildfires by up to 14% by 2030, 30% by 2050, and 50% by the end of the century. 


Regional Impacts:

Canada: In 2023, Canadian wildfires released between 327 and 355 megatonnes of carbon into the atmosphere, more than double the country's planned emissions reductions for 2020–2030. 

Greece: In 2024, Greece experienced approximately 9,500 forest fires, burning nearly 44,500 hectares of land amid the hottest and driest conditions on record. 

Australia: The 2019–2020 'Black Summer' bushfires burned over 17 million hectares, resulting in 33 direct fatalities and the loss of more than 3,000 homes. 


Environmental and Health Effects:

Carbon Emissions: Wildfires contribute significantly to global carbon emissions, with events like Canada's 2023 fires accounting for over a quarter of global tree loss and producing 23% of global wildfire carbon emissions that year. 

Health Impacts: Smoke from wildfires worsens cardiovascular and respiratory conditions, contributing to nearly 16,000 annual deaths, a number expected to rise to 30,000 by 2050. 


Feedback Loops:

Arctic Tundra: Historically a carbon sink, the Arctic tundra is now emitting more carbon than it absorbs due to rising temperatures and increased wildfire activity, creating a feedback loop that accelerates climate change. 

Amazon Rainforest: Severe droughts and fires, often exacerbated by human activities, have led to the Amazon emitting more carbon than it absorbs, further intensifying global warming. 

Addressing the escalating threat of wildfires requires urgent global action to mitigate climate change, implement effective land management practices, and develop robust firefighting and community resilience strategies.

#piano #sad #emotional #climatechange

The Death of the Trees

ARCHETYPE: The Angler Fish

Under the Aurora


"Sorry, that door isn't one you can go through."

FFFFFUUUUUUUUCK THAAAAAAT! 

Hand me downs, canned food drives, dark hungry nights,
Learning with eyes open on what's wrong and right,
Wanted freedom, a child dancing with death,
Adult dodging who said they owned what I had left!

Watched safety slip through the palms of my hands, 
unwilling blueprint to everyone's plans,
At six, knew the world would burn in my prime,
And Im still fuckin' prayin' I keep what's mine!

Yeah, Ive not much to my name, 
But I can share with you desire
Is not to be shamed!

Hook:
I deserve the feast, the house and the hearth,
The love I was denied since the day of my birth!
took years to see I was worthy of more,
NOW IM KICKING THE LOCKS OFF EVERY CLOSED DOOR!

kicking off the locks! 
K-kicking off the locks,
I'm tired, im hungry, and I want more,
Kickin' off the locks!
K-kickin off the locks!
NONE OF THAT 
HAS EVER STOPPED ME BEFORE!
IF I HAVE TO, 
ILL KICK DOWN THE
WHOLE DAMN DOOOOR!!!

dreamt of travel, seeing truths in the lands,
Learning wisdom myself, not secondhand.
In temples then spreading knowledge, tasting food not mine,
No poisoned scraps from a system that left me behind!

I see a garden where my mother can rest,
Her scars laid to sleep, no pain in her chest.
I see my bills paid, no struggle, no dread,
My family and friends with stomachs well-fed!

I’d fund the homeless, women, queer youth,
Indigenous people, Black business, the truth.
Giving to those who taught me & who need it the most,
Raising the vibes with the party I'll host! 

Less quiet deaths, less futures betrayed,
I’d give back to the world with all that I’ve made.
Children in need, the sick and oppressed,
There is a fire in me that won’t let this rest!

See my art breaking chains on the face of the earth,
Giving those who’ve lost hope a reason for mirth.
I want proper pain treatment, our bodies to heal,
To live in abundance, to know how that feels!

I deserve the feast, the house, the hearth,
The love I was denied since the day of my birth!
took me years to see I was worthy of more,
NOW IM KICKING THE LOCKS OFF YOUR PAYWALL DOORS!

Kicking off the locks! 
K-kicking off the locks! 
YOU CANT!
KEEP THE IDEAS
OUT ANYMORE! 
THE FUTURE IS HERE,
KICKING DOWN YOUR DOOR!

Menace to society, 
not asking anymore, 
Tresspassing right up to the fuckin' front door,
life owed me nothing, so I learned to take,
carve what I want, no matter the stakes! 
I refuse to let this stay just a dream,
Behind my hearts curtain where it has lived unseen,
Ask yourself where you arent allowed to go
And is that the place you need to be to grow!

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Kicking Off the Locks

Mind clash, shadow boxing with thoughts, gloves off
Battle scars, mental fights, brain circuits criss-cross
Past self whisper echoes through cracked mirrors
Cognitive dissonance, doubts scream clearer

Snapped pride, illusions crumbled like old bricks
Denial shattered, truth cut deep like cold licks
Two perspectives warring, dual mind collision
Broken brain, soul split, endless division

Memory lane, past scenes replay, blurry
Inner turmoil, wish-wash, thoughts in a hurry
Self-hate, ego fought through silence shadows
Old wounds reek, conscience shattered, no gallows

Snapped pride, illusions crumbled like old bricks
Denial shattered, truth cut deep like cold licks
Two perspectives warring, dual mind collision
Broken brain, soul split, endless division

Mindbroken, past devouring present sanity
Brain flip-flop, future dreams swallowed by vanity
Reality twisted, chessboard flipped on me
Pride got lost, left hollows where truth should be

Snapped pride, illusions crumbled like old bricks
Denial shattered, truth cut deep like cold licks
Two perspectives warring, dual mind collision
Broken brain, soul split, endless division

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MENTAL MASHUP

They raised you a throne, then painted you the villain,
Your voice was strong, but they silenced the refrain.
For every Joan who burned under their heavens,
A Jezebel cursed by the weight of their disdain.

They twisted your name into chains,
To bind the bold, free, sexually unashamed.
But the fault was never yours to bear,
They feared the passion in your stare.

Oh, Jezebel, I hope you heal from their lies,
For every scar, for every tear you cried.
You were strong, you were the source,
But they hunted down your soul.
Oh, Jezebel, you deserve to feel whole...

Evil names innocent to wear your shadow,
Children blamed for sins they couldn't know.
Liberation turned into a weapon,
A label cast to crush and overthrow.

They feared the power you could wield,
So they made your name their battlefield.
But in your truth, we see the light,
A beacon shining through the night.

For every name they tarnished in shame,
For every life they burned in your flame,
We mourn the history they erased,
And the dignity they defaced.

Threatened by a woman who knows herself, 
they wanted to reduce you to a doll on a shelf,
Sweet Jezebel, you are more than their fears,
You are strength, you are grace that lasts through the years.
This is our hymn, this is our prayer,
For the archetypes who had it fair,
All the people labeled dirty whores,
Darling Jezebel, the fault was never yours.

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ARCHETYPE: JEZEBEL


I remember being four years old,
With all the love my soul could hold,
My mother worked most of the time,
And I was left to my own design,

I learned steady to build a world,
a rich, safe place where my soul could unfurl
She married a man with lessons of hate
He then tried to mold me into his shape

For ten long years, I dreamed to run
To unlearn his darkness, to find the sun
But even when I broke away
The echoes of his voice would stay

They told me hate would shield my heart
But it tore me open, ripped me apart
It poisoned my soul, burned my core
I couldn’t be what they asked me for

I hold a fire when the anger’s near
A necessary blaze, but it burns clear
Forgiveness flows where the hatred dies
Though it leaves me lonely in others' eyes
I can’t match the rage that they demand
I build my walls, but I don’t raise my hand

They judged my roots, the place I came from
Then judged me more for what I’d become
“How can you not hate?” they’d say with disdain
But hatred only deepens the pain

I see obsession, passion turned cold
A divine force twisted, out of control
I set my boundaries, I make them strong
But hatred has no place where I belong

They told me hate would shield my heart
But it tore me open, ripped me apart
It poisoned my soul, burned my core
I couldn’t be what they asked me for

He tried to mold me into a soldier,
couldn't be what he wanted to use me for, 

I hold a fire when the anger’s near
A necessary blaze, but it burns clear
Forgiveness flows where the hatred dies
Though it leaves me lonely in others' eyes
I can’t match the rage that they demand
I build my walls, but I don’t raise my hand

It’s hard to explain this softer flame
It’s not acceptance; it’s not the same
It’s knowing hate is just a chain
It binds the heart, it feeds the pain

I won’t condone, I won’t allow
I’ll stand my ground here, and now
It doesn't mean I'm all love and light,
But holding onto hatred has never felt right

I hold a fire when the anger’s near
A necessary blaze, but it burns clear
Forgiveness flows where the hatred dies
Though it leaves me lonely in others' eyes
I can’t match the rage that they demand
I build my walls, but I don’t raise my hand

Lonely it may be, but I still stand
With a heart that forgives, 
my own drum, my own band
Hate’s not my armor, it’s not my creed
I see what it does, makes others bleed,
Hate is not something
I want to feed

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Temperance

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A Liminal Start

Data feed the beast, no leash, free feast,
Algorithms consume, eat dreams, haunting street scenes,
Coded in shadows, predictions don’t sleep,
Reinforce the lows, sowing what they reap!

Confirmation bias—clicks be the priest,
Preaching to the choir, rise of the beast,
Echoes in the matrix, feed fear’s feast,
Binary baptism, the blind follow the lease!

Confirmation bias—clicks be the priest,
Preaching to the choir, rise of the beast,
Echoes in the matrix, feed fear’s feast,
Binary baptism, the blind follow the lease!

Fulfilling prophecy, trapped in silicone’s grasp,
Ghost in machine, hear the metal gasp,
Consequences heavy, future turns to past,
Digital dictation, a die recast!

Plugged in deep, escape’s a mirage,
Behavior learned, synced in montage,
Minds molded silent, tech’s entourage,
Confirm the flawed, trapped in the barrage!

Invisible chains, shackled brain waves,
Code like a prophet, not here to save,
Echoing the lies, direction they gave,
Lost in the noise, hear the silence rave!

Fulfilling prophecy, trapped in silicone’s grasp,
Ghost in machine, hear the metal gasp,
Consequences heavy, future turns to past,
Digital dictation, a die recast!

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SELF FULFILLING PROPHECY [THE DEVIL]

A Chance Encounter With the White Rabbit

You know, for the first time in years, I'm happy.
But when something reminds you of me,
You try to pull back my soul's energy.
Stalking my page 'cause you lack self-control—
No, I'm not here on earth to play some type of role.

You can see the glow on my face,
The way I smile, it rests my case.
You know that I'm finally at peace;
God gave my life a brand-new lease.

What makes you think I'd need you now?
What gives you the impression that I'd want you around?
Standing with your fingers crossed behind your back,
Praying on my downfall so you can pick up the lack.

If you really care about me, you'd stay away.
Let me move on, enjoy what's left of my good days,
Not spending that time thinking about you.
I spent so long getting safe now—
It'd be a shame to my inner child to do.

You know you had your shot.
Like JoJo said, "Too little, too late."
My heart's love is a fragile place.
You may not know what to do without me,
But you're going to have to figure out how eventually.
You should have given it more consideration,
Instead of assuming I'd always be around.

You can see the glow on my face,
The way I smile, it rests my case.

What makes you think I'd want you now?
What gives you the impression that I'd want you around?
Standing with your fingers crossed behind your back,
Praying on my downfall so you can pick up the lack.

It's bittersweet, darling,
Being wanted yet being used.
And it only made me feel the fool—the fool.
Now that you're the one with all to lose,
I won't pay a price for what I won't choose.

#pop breakup #movingon #emotional

The Fool

I wrote this song about my recovery from a suicide attempt in 2018 and how it changed my worldview. Out there in space, everything is put into a different perspective. When you look at the entire world at once, it's hard not to see many of our problems as petty towards one another. The bigger picture of existence becomes undeniable. 

"The overview effect is a cognitive shift that some astronauts experience when they first see Earth from space. It can be a profound experience that leads to intense emotions, such as awe, appreciation, and unexpected connections. The effect can also cause astronauts to reevaluate their self-concept and value system."

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I was lost in dark,
Near death's chilling mark,
Heart's slowing beat, no spark...

Eyes closed in deep sleep,
Felt the world fade steep,
Into quiet night's keep...

Floating high above,
World so small like doves,
Saw the light of love...

Sorrows fell away,
Grief turned into clay,
Peace found in bright day...

Sky a gentle sea,
Holding what's to be,
Enlightened, I see...

Simple things, profound...
Footprints on the ground,
What matters, now found...

Sky a gentle sea,
Holding what's to be,
Enlightened, I see...

Simple things, profound...
Footprints on the ground,
What matters, now found...

#newmusic #traumahealing #healing #emotional #spiritual #Buddhist #Buddhism 

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The Overview Effect

#creepy #eerie #unsettling #piano #mystical #magical 

The Poison Tree

She was mine all the way back then
And she's still mine right now
childhood promises aren't broken by trying to make someone bow 
Your presence doesn't change a damn thing for me
You'll realize you see me in her eyes,— eventually.

She was mine when she came home from your place,
she was mine while she was kissing on your face,
No matter how long she lives under your roof,
Her track record back to me is enough of the proof.

No matter how many times you try to claim her,
Her soul is mine,
Just learn you can't break or tame her,
can't unbreak a soul chain that binds, 
I don't care how fine,
Or how long you try,
Interlinked in a way you couldn't understand,
Our consciousness dying holding hands 
I don't care who she's talking to or where she is,
Invisible brand on her heart that's says:— "his" 

I was the guy who was there when she was alone
I was the boy alongside her helping her getting grown, 
I dont know what you all are fighting over, 
it should be clear, 
There is really no competition here!

Its a fruitless endeavor fighting us for your twisted thrills,
This soul belongs to me and it always will! 

Im prepared to fight for her to the death, 
Until my rotting corpse is all that I have left,
I've fulfilled my oath to her since I was young,
I will fight for her til I am left absolutely no one. 

Chorus 

How you gonna compete with a man inside her mind? 
Go on, try and tell this guy what is and isnt mine,
Each flame eventually travels the whole grapevine!

The whole grapevine.

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Email: Quicksilverxsounds@gmail.com

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#dance #rock #pop #funk #protective #possessive #romantic #mental health relationships 

MINE

I'm a music channeler, composer, writer & producer with clairaudience, clairsentience & clairvoyant abilities. 

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