Threaded lies, demons in discusise, a story about spiders and flys.

Threaded Lies

[Intro]

They say webs trap.

But not every thread is spun to harm.

Some are made… to climb.

---

[Verse 1 ]

I was raised where silence bites,

Where shadows move beneath the lights.

Spiders taught me how to crawl,

But never how to stand at all.

I learned to twist my pain to rope,

Hung from lies and called it hope.

Each thread was fear, disguised as grace—

I had to fly to leave that place.

---

[Pre-Chorus]

Some webs catch you,

Some hold you.

Some are prisons—

Others pull you through.

---

[Drop – Vocal Sample]

“You don’t know you’re wrapped… till you’re gone.”

---

[Verse 2]

I saw the truth in silver lines,

The way they spun control as kind.

I broke the strands one by one,

And found my wings beneath the sun.

I’m not a spider, not a fly—

I’m what they missed when they asked why.

I didn’t need to steal or fight,

I just let go… and found my light.

---

[Breakdown]

Not all traps are evil.

Sometimes they’re just familiar.

The thread doesn’t choose your path—

It shows you where you’ve been.

You can build with silk…

Or get stuck in it.

That part’s on you.

---

[Final Hook]

I’m not prey, not lost, not caught—

I’m the thread they all forgot.

I don’t weave to trap or reign—

I build escape routes through the pain.

Lessons from the Lattice

Dissociative, cinematic, surreal—riding the edge of psychosis and escape Slow Trap / Ambient Glitch

Road Out of Greymouth

[Verse 1 – Tight rhythm, glitch cuts]
Didn’t bounce back—I rewrote the script,
Burned the map where my memory slipped.
Synapses rerouted through haunted ground,
Each spark stutters, but it still makes sound.

They said I was lost—fractured, done,
But my brain just learned to crawl, not run.
No textbook, no scan, no guide—
Still I rewired from the underside.


---

[Chorus – Ethereal, rising melody]
🎶 I'm a neuroplastic ghost—rebuilt from sparks,
Fading in daylight, but glowing in dark.
They called me broken, I made that a form,
Adaptation’s my shape, not how I was born. 🎶


---

[Verse 2 – More confident, hypnotic cadence]
Movements twitch with a purpose now,
Each tic, each tremor, a sacred vow.
Forget the blueprint—I’m the glitch,
Learning to breathe through every switch.

Faded words? I painted new lines.
Foggy thoughts? Rewrote the signs.
I’m not what I was—but I’m still a spark.
A ghost in the code with a bite in the bark.


---

[Bridge – Spoken, stuttered, distorted]
Neural rerouting…
No map. No rules.
Damage isn’t failure—
It’s just…
Unrecognised architecture.


---

[Chorus – Full vocal layers, echoing into strength]
🎶 I'm a neuroplastic ghost—rebuilt from pain,
Still glitching, but learning to train the flame.
Don’t need your cure, don’t want your mold,
I’m the story your science never told. 🎶


---

[Outro – Whispered with rising clarity]
Not recovered.
Not erased.
Still haunted.
Still
Creating.


---

Nuroplastic Ghost

[Intro – Whispered]

You thought they wanted me.

So you gave me away.

But I was never yours

to give.

---

[Verse 1]

You lit the fire with shaking hands,

Laid me down in shifting sands.

Dressed me up in thread and gold,

Thinking I was yours to hold.

You called it love, you called it fate—

But I was never yours to break.

You gave my name to ash and sky,

And still believed I’d sing goodbye.

---

[Chorus]

I was not yours to give.

Not a prayer, not a flame to live.

You offered me to gods above,

But I was never yours to love.

You thought they'd take me in your flames—

But they just wept and spoke my name.

Now I’m the song the stars let go—

And you’re the one left down below.

---

[Verse 2]

You built your throne from all I said,

But carved my name on walls of dread.

You locked me up, then called me free—

But freedom never bowed to thee.

I lived in silence, stitched in sound—

You watched me rise, then struck me down.

You broke the box, you fed the flame—

But still you never knew my name.

---

[Bridge – Spoken softly into singing]

You gave me up,

Like stolen wine.

But the gods never drank.

They listened...

And now they sing me back.

---

[Final Chorus – Strong, flowing]

I was not yours to give away.

Not a debt, not words to say.

You burned the song, you broke the thread—

But I’m still rising

Where you dread.

I sing in wind, I hum in stone,

I bloom in places you’ll never know.

You gave me up to save your throne…

But I am free—

And you’re alone.

---

Not Yours to Give

Music Box Rewrites

Song Of Her Escape

Colors of Emotion

What Color is Dopamine ?

holding on

Between the Notes

CRISTAL CAVES

Blue Eyes

[Intro – Spoken, Fragmented, Haunting]
They say trauma wires the soul like circuitry…  
But I’ve learned to solder pain with silk.  
The ghosts walk with me now…  
And the spiders?  
I taught them to dance.

[Verse 1 – Industrial Flow, Calm Fury]
I woke where the web met the wire,  
Wove my scars into song, set the silence on fire.  
Memory’s glitch is a feature, not flaw—  
My mind is a maze with electromagnetic law.  

Cracked mirror cortex, dopamine flood,  
Wrote hieroglyphs in the patterns of blood.  
Hanoi blinked first, Cairo held breath,  
I coded my name in the shadow of death.

[Pre-Chorus – Female Harmony]
They tried to cage the sound,  
Stitch light into fear…  
But I rewrote the ground—  
Watch me disappear…

[Chorus – Anthemic Drop]
I am silk and circuitry,  
Wired wrong but beautifully.  
Raised in static, born of flame,  
Say my name—forget your name.  

I’m the glitch in your system's prayer,  
A ghost that doesn’t scare.  
You can’t trap the frequency—  
I’m not here to play,  
I’m here to free.

[Verse 2 – Rhythmic Shift]
Neural lace like a crown of thorns,  
I bled out volts when my spirit was torn.  
PTSD? Nah—Post Traumatic Symphony,  
I loop pain into keys, lay silence in polyphony.  

Burnt my maps just to redraw fate,  
Built a lattice from rage, made the sadness wait.  
Hanoi drums, Cairo lights,  
I ride brainwaves like satellite kites.

[Bridge – Whispered Layers]
She walks like Isis…  
Brings the bones to burn…  
Dopamine’s not a drug—  
It’s a torch when the shadows return.

[Chorus – Reprise]
I am silk and circuitry,  
Broken beats in symmetry.  
Not your puppet, not your prey,  
Spiders fear the light I play.  

This is war in verse, a sermon’s scream—  
I am the voice inside the machine.  
Cut the cord, forget your key—  
I’m not here to serve,  
I’m here to be.

[Outro – Whispered, Glitch-Fade]
The web was never mine to weave…  
…I came to burn it.


Silk and Circuitry

🍎 FORBIDDEN – the scream you hear after the apple drops.

This is the sound of the first bite — the moment you trade innocence for insight.
A serpent’s whisper turned to thunder. A revelation too loud for heaven.

Screamed through glitching circuits and scorched myth, FORBIDDEN fuses industrial trap, cinematic darkness, and raw vocal breakdowns.
It's not just a song — it's a warning.
An invocation.
An irreversible act.

What if Eden was a test of silence?
What if knowledge was the curse?
And what if you’d still bite it all again?

🔻 Listen close. There's truth laced in the distortion.
🎧 Headphones mandatory. Regret optional.

#Forbidden #DarkTrap #ScreamedPoetry #EdenWasALie #Mythcore #Glitchcore #GhostProtocol

Forbidden

When I'm Free

🏰 Can’t Stand the Palace – A Collapse Worth Witnessing

This is a confession.
A reckoning.
A song for anyone who built their life on shaky ground—because that was all they had—and now watches it crumble… not with fear, but with clarity.

This cinematic trap ballad fuses emotional lyricism with orchestral textures, haunted piano, and trembling basslines. It carries the weight of inherited trauma, masked strength, and the moment you realize the palace you built was never safe—because its foundation was cracked from the start.

🎧 Featuring:

Marble-pure piano drowned in dust

Cathedral-level strings tangled in sub-bass

Spoken-word grief laced with melodic defiance

Echoes of crownless thrones and false stability


💬 "A palace with a broken foundation can’t stand…"

But maybe—just maybe—you were never meant to rule that kingdom.
Maybe you're here to build something better. Something true.
From the rubble. From the roots. With your own hands.

Let it fall.
Let it echo.
Let the new rise.

#CantStandThePalace #TraumaArchitecture #BrokenFoundation #EmotionalTrap #SilkAndCircuitry #GhostOS #CollapseAsHealing #MentalHealthAnthem #NeurodivergentTruth #AshAndMarble


Broken Foundation

📜 *Ghost OS Transmission: Let There Be*  

The universe began not with a bang,  
but with a Word.  
Spoken into void, echoed in silence.  
This track is Genesis—decoded and remastered.  

One chapter.  
Seven days.  
All creation in one divine drop.  

No popes. No priests. Just prophecy and beat.  
This is what it sounded like when Light first cracked the dark,  
when oceans obeyed,  
when man rose from dust with fire in his lungs.  

Authorized. Anointed.  
Let there be rhythm.  
Let there be Word.  
Let there… be…  

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

Genesis

🌱 This isn’t just a song. It’s a root system.

A whispered prayer passed through rolling papers.
A rebel hymn smuggled through the soil.

This track isn’t about what they think it’s about. It’s not about “weed.”
It’s about the Tree.

The one that heals without permission.
The one that grows in outlawed places.
The one that doesn’t ask for a label — because it already knows its purpose.

✂️ They tried to chop it down.
🔥 They tried to burn the books.
💨 But the smoke told stories anyway.

“Tree of Life” is a sonic ritual. For the growers. For the breathers. For the ones who prune with love and feed the light.

🎧 Best experienced with headphones. Inhale deeply. Read between the lines.

:: Transmission complete ::

#TreeOfLife #GhostOS #SpokenRoot #RebelMedicine #BotanicalSignal #SilkAndCircuitry #OutlawPhotosynthesis #HealingUnregistered #WestCoastWhispers


Tree of Life

📜 *Ghost OS Transmission: ARK IN THE STORM*

Some wait for the storm to pass.  
Others build.

This is not about Noah.  
It’s about *you*.

This track is for the ones who had to prep in silence—  
Who saved themselves when the waters came.  
Who built their healing before the flood could find them.

Hammered in doubt.  
Floated in faith.

Track 5 of King James VI.  
Not a boat. A metaphor.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

Ark In The Storm

📜 *Ghost OS Transmission: BURNING BUSH*

Some fires don’t burn you.  
They call you.

This isn’t about a miracle in the desert.  
It’s about a man with trauma  
Meeting a flame that knew his name.

The fire didn’t destroy the bush.  
It revealed the truth:  
You’re not broken—  
You’re ignited.

He met God in exile.  
Not in a temple.  
Not in a church.  
In a bush,  
On fire,  
That didn’t die.

Track 7 of King James VI.  
Walk barefoot.  
This pain is holy.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

Burning Bush

📜 *Ghost OS Transmission: JONAH’S WHALE*

You can run from the calling,  
But you can’t run from yourself.

Some lessons are learned  
In the dark,  
Inside a beast,  
Where silence teaches  
And pride dissolves.

This track is for the runners.  
For the digested-but-not-destroyed.  
You get spit out, changed—  
Worn by regret, reborn by mercy.

Track 12 – King James VI  
Don’t hide from the tide.  
Meet your mission,  
Even if it finds you in the belly.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

Jonah's Whale

You can’t know light until you’ve bled in the dark.
This isn’t just a track—it’s a frequency ritual.
A song crafted for the survivors, the seekers, and the shadow-dancers.
We’ve tuned this piece using Solfeggio frequencies and binaural beat entrainment to open emotional gateways and guide listeners through trauma, transformation, and into truth.
The lyrics reimagine Eden as a battlefield of gaslight and grace.
The instrumentation breathes with sacred dissonance and harmonic redemption.
Not a song. A reckoning.
Take a bite. Find the light.
Let the web fall.



Shadowfruit

A hypnotic collision of trap and theatre — Shadow Dance is more than a track. It’s a ritual in rhythm, crafted for the stage and built to haunt the floor. With orchestral strings coiled around thunderous sub-bass, whispered invocations, and cinematic tension, this piece invites you into the dark where movement becomes language.

Laced with Solfeggio frequencies (396Hz, 417Hz, 528Hz) for emotional resonance, binaural pulses for trance-state focus, and brainwave entrainment bass tuned to theta/alpha patterns — this isn’t just music, it’s neuro-emotional choreography.

Made for dancers who speak in shadow, pain, and power.
Step in.
But know this:
You’re not the hunter in this dance.


Shadow Dance

Silk is a ghost anthem for the sacred feminine—whispered in code, screamed in ritual.
This track weaves trauma into power, softness into weaponry.

Delivered through the voice of a survivor cloaked in shadow and truth, Silk is both delicate and devastating—an ode to the women who were told to stay silent, and chose instead to become the storm.

Infused with Solfeggio frequencies for emotional healing, glitch textures for memory loops, and moments of raw scream therapy, this is music that doesn’t ask permission.
It reclaims space.
It slices through the web.

🕷️ For every woman who felt too much.
💻 For every soul caught between softness and circuitry.
🩸 For every ghost who chose to haunt with grace—and fury.


Silk

Ego doesn’t die quietly — it crashes.

"Crash the Circuit" is a ritual of digital ego death: the process of debugging your identity, line by line, until nothing false remains.  
This track merges glitchcore tension with Solfeggio-based trap, layering distortion, breath loops, and spoken sermons into a sonic collapse.  
You don't find your true self in stillness.  
You find it in the noise that remains when the mask breaks.  

No gods.  
No kings.  
Just the last file before the system reboots.

🎙️ Silk & Circuitry // Ghost OS Division

Crash the Circuit

🪶 KIA TŪ AKE AOTEAROA  
(Stand Tall, Aotearoa)  
A Haka for Healing, Unity, and Resistance.

A fierce haka carved from ancestral flame.  
This is not just a chant — it's a call to rise.  
Against the poison. Against the silence. Against the fall.

📢 Methamphetamine has invaded our homes, fractured our whānau, and weakened the wairua of our people.  
This haka was forged to awaken the spirit, return breath to our bones, and unite Aotearoa in defiance and healing.

⚔️ Cultural & Sonic Elements  
• Performed in traditional haka cadence — pātē, stomped earth, pūtātara.  
• Carved woodcut aesthetic in both rhythm and art.  
• Symbolic imagery: meth crystals shattering underfoot, storm winds clearing, sunrise of healing.

🧠 Sound Healing Integration  
Solfeggio frequencies + brainwave entrainment are layered beneath the haka to deepen emotional and neurological resonance:  
• 396 Hz – Liberation from guilt and fear  
• 417 Hz – Undoing trauma, facilitating change  
• 528 Hz – Cellular and spiritual transformation  

Binaural beats guide the listener into theta and alpha brain states, unlocking emotional release, focus, and spiritual integration.  
🎧 *Best experienced with headphones.*

🪓 This track is part of a wider campaign to fight meth in our communities.  
It is free to use for:  
• TikTok / Reels protest content  
• Education & recovery outreach  
• Cultural awareness events  
• Māori youth resilience programs
• Anti meth anything - FUCK METH

💬 SHARE. STAND. STOMP.  
Let this be heard in marae, in cities, in silence.  
Let this haka be the paddle and the weapon.

#KiaTūAke #AotearoaRises #AntiMeth #MāoriHaka  
#SoundHealing #SolfeggioFrequencies #BrainwaveEntrainment

KIA TŪ AKE AOTEAROA binaural/sofeggio (4)

⚡ This is not a song. It’s a **broadcast from a survivor-turned-system glitch**.

**"Silk & Circuitry"** is a long-format, spoken-word rebellion wrapped in glitchtrap, laced with trauma memory, and engineered as psychological warfare. Jesse — the real name behind the mask — tells the truth the courts wouldn't print.

This is the backstory the spider didn’t want you to hear.  
This is what happens when empathy outgrows the web.

Every metaphor is a scar.  
Every verse is evidence.

**Not here to comply. Not here to be cured.  
Here to be witnessed.**

SILK FOR THE WOUNDS.  
CIRCUITRY FOR THE REBELLION.

Silk & Circuitry

“Gassed Under Protection” is a survivor’s testimony set to sonic fire.

This is the true story of Jesse — the artist behind Silk & Circuitry — who was placed under a police protection order, only to be dropped into a men’s refuge operated by Greymouth Community Mental Health, where his abusive mother had already poisoned the well.

While unconscious in that refuge, Jesse was gassed with carbon monoxide from a heater and injected with methamphetamine — an act of violence he survived. The system swept it under the rug and called it psychosis, despite zero history, multiple prior psychiatric reports, and no criminal record. His diagnosis of ADHD was weaponized against him — proof enough, apparently, to silence and discredit him.

Years later, it happened again.
A social worker was sent to Jesse’s house, again after contact with his mother. The result? Escalation, gaslighting, and punishment. The same cycle, rebooted.

Jesse has never sold his medication. He’s never touched meth. But somehow, his mother’s lies became gospel within a broken mental health system that refused to protect the very person it labeled “at risk.”

He had to threaten self-immolation just to access basic antibiotics for long-term blood poisoning. Instead of treatment, he was diagnosed with narcolepsy — again, based on fabricated suspicion, not facts.

This song is not a metaphor.
This is medical abuse, systemic failure, and the deliberate erasure of a survivor’s voice.

And now that voice has become a weapon.



This is Silk & Circuitry.
This is Jesse.
And this is war.



Gassed Under Protection

Silk Love Anthem“Light in My Circuit” is a love song rendered in sacred code — a confessional wrapped in silk and synapse.

This track was written for Ashleigh, the center of my storm and the sanctuary I land in. Her love is not just felt — it pulses, heals, and rewrites the voltage of my being. Infused with Solfeggio frequencies (396Hz, 528Hz, 963Hz) and Theta brainwave entrainment, the song is designed to regulate breath, soothe the nervous system, and evoke the tenderness only true connection brings.

She is my sexy nun, my sanctuary, the rhythm in my circuitry.

Featuring whispered vocals, orchestral pads, and ambient sublayers designed to feel like a blanket for the soul, Light in My Circuit invites you to pause, breathe, and surrender.

This is more than a song — it's a prayer made of skin, data, and devotion.

— Silk & Circuitry


Light In My Circuit

This is not just a love song.
It’s a lucid prayer in trap form.
A cinematic confession delivered by candlelight and circuit boards — where whispered vows meet glitching choirs and shadows bow to the light.

"Forever Person (Nun With a Gun)" blends heart-healing 528Hz Solfeggio frequencies with 4.5 Hz theta pulses designed for psychoacoustic entrainment — even on phone speakers. It’s both sacred and sinful, soft and armored. A slow-burning war hymn for lovers with scars shaped like constellations.

✨ For the one who guards your soul and kisses your ghosts.
⚡ For the sexy nun with a gun.
💫 For your forever person.


---

🔊 Embedded Healing Frequencies

528 Hz – Love, DNA repair, cellular restoration

741 Hz – Intuition, clarity, emotional truth

417 Hz – Trauma clearing, fresh start

396 Hz – Grief release, fear dissolution

4.5 Hz Theta Pulse – Induces lucid dream states & deep emotional access (mono-optimized)



Forever Person

A flirtatious glitch-pop gospel sermon disguised as a love song. Holy Code & Heavenly Curves baptizes trap percussion in silk wine and sass, fusing cyber-seduction with sacred satire. Silk Jesus preaches in mesh robes while the Silk Nun hacks Heaven’s firewall with binary lace and holy thirst. Expect bouncing glitch harpsichords, gospel choirs dipped in sin, and orchestral swells that flirt with divine rebellion. Solfeggio frequency 963Hz opens the crown, while Schumann’s 7.83Hz roots you in the body. Written for Ashleigh—my nun with a gun—this is spiritual warfare dressed in glitchpunk lace, powered by Silk & Circuitry Law.
Sinner tested. Saint approved.
Play loud. Pray later.


Holy Code & Heavenly Curves

Welcome to Sanctified Sinners— where Silk Jesus sips glitchwine and the Silk Nun preaches in espresso shots and memes. This track is a holy flirtation between divinity and digital chaos: a trap-blessed mass of glitched gospel, sanctified sass, and resurrection through erotic heresy.

Think pixel communion over lo-fi fidelity, where firewalls fall and shame is silk-threaded grace. It's bedroom eyes and confession booth basslines. It's not sinning if it's sacred sarcasm, and it’s not heresy if the cat starts floating.

No vows were broken — only laws of gravity and good taste.

Amen, baby. Peow. Peow.
🕊️💻🔫☕😇
Silk & Circuitry



Sanctified Sinners

A sensual glitch-trap slow jam from Silk & Circuitry, “Neck Kisses & Bliss” drips with digital intimacy. Built at 88 BPM in A minor, it blends dreamy trap drums, soft falsetto vocals, ambient textures, and sacred frequencies for a lucid love story logged in byte by byte.

Wrapped in silk and sin, this track floats between vaporwave seduction and emotional gospel — a whispered prayer for gamer girls, saints of sass, and anyone blessed in DMs. Solfeggio tones (528Hz, 639Hz, 963Hz) and theta wave entrainment at 6.5Hz infuse the soundscape with warmth, healing, and lucid clarity.

If you've ever fallen in love through a screen, or found your co-op queen in a glitch… this is for you.

> “She logged into me… and rebooted my heart.”
—Silk & Circuitry



goodnight co-op queen

A cinematic protest from the West Coast’s dark heart.
“How Did You Get So Corrupt, Greymouth?” cuts through the rain-soaked streets with industrial trap percussion, spoken-word fury, and documentary realism.
This is the sound of small-town power games, silenced whistleblowers, and a health system built on fear and paperwork.
Recorded under the same skies it condemns — every kick, every echo, every drop of rain belongs to the Coast.

⚡ By Silk & Circuitry
🎧 Genre: Industrial Trap / Political Protest / Cinematic Electronic
🌧️ Inspired by real Greymouth headlines, local voices, and the storm that never ends.



How Did You Get So Corrupt Greymouth

This track is not a metaphor.
I was gassed unconscious by a heater.
I woke up with meth in my bloodstream needle marks on my arm's, injected while I was out.
The system knew. The system did nothing.

System Error: White Coats, Black Lies is my record —
of what happens when "care" becomes cover-up,
and mental health services protect the abusers instead of the survivors.
Poisoned in a men's refuge run by Greymouth comunitymental health. Ignored by doctors. Silenced by bureaucracy.
Every beat is a scar. Every line is a file they tried to hide.

They called me a “risk.”
They erased the assault.
But I’m still here — and I kept the receipts.

This song is my discharge note.
Written in blood, bass, and digital ghosts.

#SystemError #Greymouth #WhiteCoatsBlackLies #Trauma #DHBFail #IndustrialTrap #ADHDSurvivor #PoisonedAndIgnored #GaslitByTheSystem #TruthInNoise


System Error -White Coats, Black Lies

A divine cybertrap FPS anthem from the Silk & Circuitry universe.
"GOD MODE: ENGAGED" is glitch-gospel with a scope glint —
CQC verses from Silk Jesus, sniper bars from the Silk Nun, all wrapped in lo-fi static, sacred distortion, and Solfeggio-charged frequencies.
528Hz for love. 741Hz for vision. 3.5Hz for that theta zone.

Trap snares hit like communion crackers in a minefield.
Bassline rumbles like prophecy through a subwoofer.
Confession? Optional. Respawn? Guaranteed.

For fans of spiritual warfare, romantic satire, and glitch-lit devotionals.
This ain’t Sunday School — this is God Mode with espresso and recoil.

🕹️💒⚔️
Silk & Circuitry:
Love, loaded.
Sin, targeted.
God Mode: Engaged.


God Mode: Engaged

A divine cybertrap war anthem forged in bulletproof prophecy and apocalyptic wrath.
Screamed King James verses collide with industrial trap drums, glitch choirs, and whispered liturgy. Embedded Solfeggio tones (528Hz love, 741Hz intuition) + 3.5Hz theta binaural pulses channel divine fury straight into your cortex.
Snare rolls = gunfire.
Bass = Revelation tremors.
The Silk Nun camps the steeple with .50 cal scripture.
Jesus breaches doors with a boot and a breach charge.
This isn’t worship.
This is holy insurgency.
“The kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force.” — Matthew 11:12
#CyberPsalms #GlitchGospel #Trapocalypse

Holy War.EXE

A cinematic industrial-trap duet set on the frontlines of heaven.
Silk Nun holds overwatch from the spire while Silk Jesus breaches the gates below — bullets become blessings, love becomes strategy.
Glitch choirs, distorted brass, and holy 808s collide in a sacred firefight between devotion and destruction.
Every reload is a prayer, every kill a confession, every heartbeat a respawn.

Mixed with 528 Hz restoration and 4.5 Hz theta pulse, this track merges warfare, faith, and connection —
a divine co-op mission where romance and combat share the same radio channel.

> “Two saints synced through digital pain.”

Welcome to CO-OP: HOLY WAR — the sacred frequency of love under fire.


Co-Op: Holy War

After the Holy War, the battlefield moved inward.
Eden fell — not to demons, but to reflections.
Now, the fight isn’t in heaven or hell.
It’s inside the mind.

Silk Nun and Silk Jesus return as co-op souls on the same team —
empathy and wrath, heart and discipline,
two divine frequencies tuned to the same mission:
to reclaim the light that narcissism devoured.

They don’t fight each other — they fight through themselves.
She cuts through webs of deceit with feeling;
he burns through illusion with reason.
Together, they stand back-to-back on the frontlines of Eden —
love and logic fused into spiritual artillery.

Ethereal trap meets psychological warfare.
Female screams crash through the mix like empathy exploding;
male vocals ground the chaos in sacred clarity.
Between them, the radio crackles with lessons — calm wisdom glitching into rage,
as the divine learns to speak in static again.

This isn’t a love song.
It’s a mirror exorcism.
Empathy versus narcissism.
Light versus manipulation.
Two saints, one mission — to cleanse the battlefield within.

> “The frontlines aren’t out there — they’re inside.”



#SilkAndCircuitry #EmpathFrontlines #PsychologicalWarfare #EtherealTrap #SilkNun #SilkJesus


Empath Frontlines

A romantic male–female duet told in layers of cinematic trap and orchestral soul.
“Build That Sky” is a protest-love ballad for the neurodivergent heart — blending soft spoken word, glitchy textures, emotional builds, and raw harmonies into an anthem of healing.

The male voice carries poetic grit and vulnerability. The female voice wraps around it with warmth, strength, and grace.
Together, they speak from scars and rise into light — Team Empathy. Team Light. Team Love That Stays.

Themes:
🧠 ADHD + trauma recovery
🫂 Empathy & co-regulation
🛠️ Building a future from pain
🌌 Holding space when systems fail
💔 Turning heartbreak into architecture

Includes:
— Spoken word interludes
— Duet harmonies & layered vocals
— Orchestral trap & ambient textures
— Soft builds into cinematic climaxes
— 528Hz + Theta entrainment for healing

🕊️ For the ones still rising. For the ones who never gave up.
You don’t need wings to build a sky — just someone to believe with.

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Written by Silk & Circuitry | Track: Build That Sky
From the co-op catalogue of trauma alchemy.
"Only empaths get that purple heart." 🩷


Build That Sky

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



Silk And Circuitry

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