LYRICS:
Cost for the living, thoughts of hara-kiri in the era of the distance
Talking to an essence about re-birthing and assistance
Skull fuck a demon, that's a part of the resistance
Stay away from me, I don't agree with your conditions
Niggas turning ballistic dummies, Sacrificing system
No tip on the radar, trying to put me in position
Knife run through the neck, and the tension will be vicious
Blood thicker than water, and the enemy is viscous
Succubus hella thick, and I'm looking at her biscuits
Toxic as fuck, hypnotized by appearance
In the thighs of Medusa, so I guess is good riddance, farewell
Leave me bleeding a story out on the stairwell
Tell me when you look in my pupils, say if I look well
Cutting through the stitches, 'cause I'm itching, and I need to yell
Need to go the distance, far as living so live to tell

Paranoid, and living in Polaroid
Images of the past, and failing using my voice
Said it's a waste of time, should die just an employee
Ego taking a hold of me, y'all niggas should know me
But I don't really say shit, 'cause y'all niggas is nosy
I wait until the colors show, and it's coming in slowly
I'm not a whipping boy, I've ascended, don't call me Toby
With pocket full of consciousness, ringing around the rosy
Blasphemy, confidence disease, you try impose on me
Never close to me, that's how it's supposed to be
Ask for way too much, when wanting honesty
Got my soul on freeze, what do you want from me?
I could pray for change, ain't getting on my knees
Niggas laced with greed, so many names deceased
Now it's time to meet, a different kind of breed
Too many bit the hand, now it won't feed.

The Hand

"Destiny’s Calling" is a high-energy future bass anthem that blends emotional depth with explosive sound design. The track opens with airy synths and a dreamy vocal chop that set a hopeful, almost nostalgic tone. As the build intensifies, shimmering arpeggios and rising pads create a sense of anticipation—like a moment suspended in time. Then comes the drop: lush chords, punchy drums, and detuned leads collide in a burst of euphoria, driving home the feeling that fate is no longer just a whisper—it’s a shout. "Destiny’s Calling" is both a rush and a revelation, capturing the sound of stepping boldly into your future.

Destiny's Calling

Electric Witch (DIRTEE DOUBLES)

12(CHɅNGA)

Impossible

Bleedind Heart Story. Words and Music by Steven Pierce 1982. All instruments and voice by Steven Pierce 1982.

Easy Prey

Bleeding Heart Story

Perplexed

Fragile World

ENSLAVED

ON TOMBE EN PANNE 
ON TOMBE EN RUINE
IL BRUINE SUR LES TOMBES
EST-CE LA FIN DU MONDE? 
ELISABETH COTTEN N’AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINE

DANS TOUS CES SPAMS
CES BAD FUZZING
LE LOUP GAROU DE LONDRES
L’OGRE GOOGLE IMMONDE
ELISABETH COTTEN N’AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINE

UN BON VIEUX TRAIN DE MARCHANDISE
QUELQUES BALLES DE COTON ET EN ROUTE LA VALISE
ELISABETH COTTEN N’AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINE

MOI JE M’ACHARNE
ET JE M’ÉCHINE
MAIS J’AI PERDU LA DATE
ET PAUMÉ TOUS MES DATAS
ELISABETH COTTEN N’AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINE

MOI TOUTES CES MERDES ME LES BRISENT
UNE HERBE ENTRE LES DENTS ET C’EST LA TERRE PROMISE
ELISABETH COTTEN N’AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINE

JUSTE DIX DOIGTS
POUR LE PICKING
ET BIEN SÛR COMME IL SE DOIT
UN MAXIMUM DE FEELING
ELISABETH COTTEN N’AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINE

ON TOMBE EN PANNE 
ON TOMBE EN RUINE
IL BRUINE SUR LES TOMBES
EST-CE LA FIN DU MONDE? 
ELISABETH COTTEN N’AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINE

ELIZABETH COTTEN N'AVAIT PAS BESOIN DE MACHINES (Lyrics)

#Breakbeat #Grunge #EDM #Rock #Techno #Rave #Oldschool
#Jungle #Guitar #House #SynthPunk #TripHop #Industrial
#Progressive #Saxophone #Sylenth #Fusion #AkaiApcKey25 #Ableton #Experimental #Moody 

A mixture of different styles and elements put together in a  demonstration of hard breakbeats and techno sounds with intense synthlines and dance vibes. The vocals have been sample-like edited to give just the appropriate colour in the track. Enjoy! <3

Perplexed

Ruslan Muravev