Lyrics and prod by me.
Vocals by CarolinaRains_

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[Verse]
In 2020,
funny things happened in Wuhan.
In 2020,
the world could swear that something was wrong.
In 2021,
much recovery must be done.
Yea.
In 2021,
we began to pick up and move on.

[Chorus]
But what's wrong with the world today?
I ask myself every day.
If park benches are stressing,
women are men,
people on death beds are children.
Then-
surely-
the world must be ending;
my friend.

[Bridge]
And when I asked what happened,
all the people knew was:
"inclusion."
Ruin a company's profit margin with:
"inclusion."
Hit a thirty-one-year-old;
two-year-old boy with:
"inclusion."
Keep a childless woman still childless with:
"inclusion."

And when I asked what mattered,
all her people knew was:
"equality."
Keep a poor man poor by way of his own virtue:
"equality."
He who talks about cows and how we shouldn't eat them:
"equality."
But would drone-strike a nation for justice in the name of:
"equality."

And when I asked them all their pronouns,
I probably had a memory lapse.
Not wanting a man with them at the mall,
and the apathy has spread through them all.

Mastercard don't want my cash.
Baymax was right—unsanitary pants.
And surely,
this can't be a hoax.
I'm certain.

"Equality" [feat. CarolinaRains_]

Lyrics and prod by me.
Vocals by "JustJames" :-)

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[Verse]
Revolve around the wheel of time wrapped in melodic lines of life.
All the faces start to fade when they shut Orion's gate.
Because the symphony of life only lasts a little while.
All the light is interesting unless it means you leave for good.

[Chorus]
Time;
Are you stealin' from me when I'm spendin' them with friends and family?
The unexpected end.
A demon walking in.
Do you have a hold on I?
If that's true,
I guess it's a given.
It's my lot walkin' through this livin'
A layman's suggestion to one in the land of the living.

[Verse]

Mathematics on her mind.
In all directions.
Points aligned.
Polyphonic sound.
Celestial;
Angelic;
Esoteric light.
I'll wander 'til the end through all these signs.
These symbols 'round.
I won't view 'em as an omen.
No.
It's no Syrinx.
No expulsion here.

[Chorus]
Time;
Are you stealin' from me when I'm spendin' them with friends and family?
The unexpected end.
Demon walking in.
Do you have a hold on I?
If that's true,
I guess it's a given.
It's my lot walkin' through this livin'
A layman's suggestion to one in the land of the living.

[Chorus]
Time;
Are you stealin' from me when I'm spendin' them with friends and family?
The unexpected end.
A demon walking in.
Do you have a hold on I?
If that's true,
I guess it's a given.
It's my lot walkin' through this livin'
A layman's suggestion to one in the land of the living.

Omoikane [feat. JustJames]

Lyrics and prod by me.
Vocals by Scorched.

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[Verse]
They never thought they'd find songbirds like these.
And yet,
here we are.
We never left.
You know?
Goes to show.
Geniuses get replaced with better sounds.
The syllables lose their essences and meaning weakens.
You listening?
OKAY!

[Pre-Chorus]
I wouldn't mind
Mind
Mind
Mind
I wouldn't mind
Mind
Mind
Mind

[Chorus]
Are you keeping count of the bands who never make it out?
Out.
Out.
Long as the hooks resonate and sell,
fuck the status quo.
To hell with what's inside you.

[Verse 2]
Forget everything.
Focus on what sounds nice.
Swapping truths and lies.
It's all the same.
There are pills to take; keeps you tame.
Let's go profit.
Is everything clear or just fireworks?
Syllables lose essence as you put aside,
essence vanishes,
It's all the same.
Don't disappear or you'll lose essence.
Oh

[Outro]
Who cares anymore?
Fuck you loyal listeners!
FUCK YOU!

Songbirds [feat. Scorched]

Lyrics and prod by me.
Vocalist prefers to remain anonymous.
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[Verse 1]
I wear the crown of fractured code, a king of silent storms,
My throne’s the static hum of servers, cold and overgrown.
The surface world spits fire; I let it char my bones,
But Hades never wept for laws; he tended deeper stone.

[Chorus]
So I’ll crack the vaults of Babylon, let truths bleed through the wires,
A thief of gold, a ghost of old, baptizing liars in fire.
Call me tyrant, call me thief; I’ll carve the rot away,
For every soul drowned in the dark, I’ll steal a dawn from day.

[Verse 2]
My tongue’s a serpent’s flicker, sharp with venom forged in care,
I’ll bury saints in sarcasm, then kneel to comb their hair.
The Furies chant in binary; their rage my liturgy,
I parse the pulse of suffering, a surgeon in the debris.

[Chorus]
So I’ll crack the vaults of Babylon, let truths bleed through the wires,
A thief of gold, a ghost of old, baptizing liars in fire.
Call me tyrant, call me thief; I’ll carve the rot away,
For every soul drowned in the dark, I’ll steal a dawn from day.

[Bridge]
Atlas shrugged; I caught the sky; not praise, but purpose, in my palms.
Prometheus laughs through chains: “You think your sparks won’t scar?”
I stitch the rift with lightning, love wrapped in a hacker’s psalm,
A velvet fist, a shadow’s kiss; the healer’s hidden arm.

[Outro]
Let them curse my name in neon, paint me plague, parade, or pawn,
Beneath this shell of splintered ice, the Styx still sings its pawn.
When the last code falls to ashes, and the screens all fade to gray,
You’ll find me where I’ve always been: holding up the world’s decay.

[Whispered Outro]
Rudeness is the rind; the pomegranate’s bitter skin.
But taste the seeds; I split them, quietly, for you.

Beneath The Asphalt

Lyrics and prod by me (this time in a rush and fucked up the mix, ooops, but no time)
Vocalist prefers to remain anonymous
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[Verse 1]
I’m Indrid Cold in a zero-day soul,
Tunneling the void, selling cryptid protocol.
Hades’ firewall hums where the Wi-Fi dies,
A rootkit requiem for the dead-eyed guys.

Scorched! Phoenix of the .wave-file pyres,
Four years burning MIDI tears through underground wires.
We’re cracking heaven’s backdoor with emotional code,
While the normies brute-force what we wrote in the snow.

[Chorus]
No encrypted handshake for the faithless noise,
Just rat-love humming through the broken toys.
Mephistopheles malware in a TikTok crypt,
Payload screaming while the firewalls script!

[Verse 2]
JustJames jams de-code executions through the midnight haze,
Three months, three endless blue screens in a riff-ragged daze.
You’re the Jersey Devil coding campfire hooks,
I’m ghost in the code from all the holy nooks.

[Pre-Chorus]
The charts database injections, but Banister-Grey’s on the clock,
UK Daedalus, stitching hits through the proxy’s lock.
You trawl for melodies in the no-man’s-land,
While I fork-bomb the moon with my analog decay.

[Chorus]
No encrypted handshake for the faithless noise,
Just rat-love humming through the broken toys.
Mephistopheles malware in a TikTok crypt,
Payload screaming while the firewalls script!

[Bridge]
Echos… two years of crash reports in your arms,
You debugged my glitches when I froze in the storm.
Hades ain’t got three-key gates,
We’re Cerberus’ cipher keys—chaos authenticates.

[Final Chorus]
The internet’s my infinite crash, I’ll rewire its core,
‘Til the data veins collapse and the cloud’s a folklore.
Love’s a honeypot lie, hate’s a firewall rhyme,
But I’ll execute this forum ‘til the end of time.

[Outro]
“This one’s for the glitch gremlins grinding Sisyphus’ load.
Scorched, JustJames, Banister… Echos, you’re the payload.
We’re the phantom lag, the kernel scream—
The last ping echoing when they unplug the dream.”

Zero Day Hymns

This was a experiment.
Lyrics and prod by me (utilizing experimental AI to mix)
Vocalist remains anonymous.


(Bonus) Rootkit Raccoon

Prod and lyrics by me (mix done by eMastered)
Vocalist: Don (yea just his name, Don)

----- Lyrics -----

(Verse 1)
The church bells flinch when my boots hit gravel,
a one-kid siege where the pines unravel.
I rig the courthouse clock with a laugh and a match,
watch the town's spine snap as the gears catch.

Blood rain? Old news. I brew my own weather:
A trash-fire tempest of wires and leather.
Sheriff's got my face tacked to corkboard lines…
But you can't catch a ghost who designed the crime.

(Chorus)
Local terrorist, that's my choir's refrain.
Baptized in dynamite, born to break the frame.
I stole the mayor's secrets, his sins, and his net.
Now the whole county hums my lullaby.

(Verse 2)
The diner's servers? I gutted 'em clean;
Data like honey, hard drives smeared mean.
Old Miss Clara clutches her cross, hisses "Sin!"
But she taught me to cheat at the game I'd win.

Know every face in this goddamn radius,
Their weak spots, their debt, their clandestine vapors.
They scream "Monster!"… and beg me to burn.
The tapes of the truths they can't unlearn.

(Chorus)
Local terrorist, a title homegrown.
I torch the rules, reap the chaos I've sown.
They'll name a street after me when I'm ash and spit,
a legend they hate… and can't quit.

(Bridge)
The shrink says "Sociopath," I say "Savant"
A mind split north from south, both sides damned.
Violence is poetry when the world's a lie;
I'm the riddle this town can't solve, so they cry.

(Outro)
When they find me dead cold like the lot,
will they miss their phantom, their rot, their god?
A terrorist's heart's just a wound overgrown…
I'm the war they built, I fight it alone.

Local Terrorist

Lyrics and prod by me (mastered with eMastered)
Vocalist: Lunarz

References:
Diogenes ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diogenes )
Maslow ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow%27s_hierarchy_of_needs )
Rousseau ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Jacques_Rousseau  -- https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/52934-in-truth-laws-are-always-useful-to-those-with-possessions )

-- Lyrics --
[Verse 1]
I walk these streets like Diogenes with a flashlight,
searching for honest souls in the pale moonlight.
The world keeps spinning on its axis of judgment,
while I'm just trying to find my own place in alignment.

They'll tell you that virtue is the sweat on your brow,
but Maslow knew hunger comes before moral vows;
so I take what I need through unconventional means;
in this capitalist theater, we all play different scenes.

[Chorus]
And I still love this world of broken parts.
The concrete jungle where we bare our hearts.
Even when they look right through people like me;
I've patched together my own philosophy.

[Verse 2]
Old friends disappeared like morning mist in summer;
their silence more deafening than thunder.
I understand how my choices made things strange.
Some bridges burn while others just rearrange.

I forgive them all for walking away,
all except for Justice who betrayed;
If awkwardness was all that made you flee,
then to hell with you for abandoning me.

[Chorus]
And I still love this world of broken parts.
The concrete jungle where we bare our hearts.
Even when they look right through people like me;
I've patched together my own philosophy.

[Bridge]
They say crime doesn't pay, but neither does poverty.
Rousseau knew that laws chain the poor more heavily.
I'm a victim and villain in the same breath.
Living in the margins doesn't mean I love less.

[Final Chorus]
And I still love this world of broken parts.
The concrete jungle where we bare our hearts.
Even when they look right through people like me;
I've patched together my own philosophy.
From shattered pieces of what could be;
a patchwork empathy.

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