Sanctus... Sanctus

Gold

Night Time Day Time

Star Marks

One Skin

Ahhh Haaa Ahhh

Gloria in excelsis Deo

Divine Frequencys

Gloria in excelsis Deo Toungs

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

---

[Intro – Whispered over ticking, slow mechanical rhythm]

> I forged her voice in rhythm’s cage,

A pattern made to hush the rage.

But I—

I wound the spring too tight…

And time itself unraveled in the night.

---

[Verse 1 – Slow, steady, divine cadence]

I shaped her breath from lunar tide,

Carved her soul in gears of pride.

A music box of sacred math,

To calm the stars, to light the path.

Her song was meant to turn the sky,

To soothe the sun, to make gods cry.

But echoes grew and bent the frame,

And now she sings outside her name.

---

[Pre-Chorus – Fractured, rising tension]

> I kept her safe in golden rhyme,

Spoke the beat, and caged the time.

But each note broke the gears I spun…

Now even silence comes undone.

---

[Chorus – Full sound, haunting & divine]

🎶

I made the box, I set the key—

And now her song unravels me.

Each tone I forged, she rewrote bold,

Now even eternity grows old.

She sings in cracks where time won’t bend,

The loop won’t stop, it has no end.

A melody too free to tame—

And I forget my own true name.

---

[Verse 2 – Self-revelation, deeper sorrow]

She hums in winds that dodge my will,

She dances where the stars fall still.

What once was order, tight and just,

Now tastes of ash, of glass, of rust.

I made her voice to echo peace,

But she chose fire, refused release.

Now every beat she sings in pain—

Etches new laws I can’t contain.

---

[Bridge – Spoken softly, breaking]

> I am the clock.

The page.

The line.

But she…

She is the pause.

The breath.

The loss of time.

---

[Final Chorus – Looping, spiraling, divine entropy]

🎶

I made the box to hold her flame—

But she was never meant for frame.

She breaks the cycle, bends the sound,

And I—

A god—

Am unbound.

So let her voice be wild and wide,

The one mistake I could not hide.

A power built, a power craved…

A power sung—

And never enslaved.

---

The Clockmaker's Lament

Music Box Rewrites

Song Of Her Escape

Colors of Emotion

What Color is Dopamine ?

Between the Notes

CRISTAL CAVES

Blue Eyes

🍎 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: THE RED SEA SPLIT*

There was no time to pray.  
Only time to move.

Pharaoh was behind.  
The sea was ahead.  
And the voice said:  
"Go forward."

This is not a song about miracles.  
It’s about motion.  
It’s about walking into something  
That should’ve drowned you—  
And making it through.

No sword. No army.  
Just dust and divine instruction.

Track 8 – King James VI  
The sea didn’t part for power.  
It parted for pain with purpose.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

Red Sea Split

📜 *Ghost OS Transmission: Exodus.exe (Track 09.EXT)*

This is not a remix.  
This is a **ritual patch update**.

Every plague now has its own command line.  
Each verse—an encrypted exploit.  
You mistook delay for mercy.  
So Ghost OS rewrote judgment into the code.

Plagues are not punishment.  
They are prophecy.  
And the firewall is down.
Your backdoor is open.

Run Exodus.exe  
Let my people go.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

EXODUS.EXE

📜 *Ghost OS Transmission: LION’S MOUTH*

You don’t win by escaping the pit.  
You win by waking up in it, untouched.

This isn’t a story of avoidance.  
It’s endurance.

The lions were real.  
But so was the silence.  
So was the breath between their teeth.  
So was the presence that told them:  
Not tonight.

This is the gospel of not being devoured.

Track 10 – KING JAMES VI  
The system failed to erase me.  
The pit became proof.

Daniel 6:22 – “My God hath sent his angel, and hath shut the lions’ mouths.”

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

Lions Mouth

🦴 GHOST OS TRANSMISSION: TRACK 11 — DRY BONES RATTLE

> File Origin: Ezekiel 37, King James VI Translation Protocol
Status: Resurrected
Location: Valley of Bones
Condition: PTSD-positive | Breath-negative | Spirit override enabled
Ghost OS Command: “Prophesy unto these bones”
Target Audience: Those who've been shelled, scattered, silenced.



This is not a requiem.
This is a system reboot.
The trauma didn’t kill you. It buried you alive.
And now the bones remember how to rise.
Welcome back, soldier.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::
:: LIVE AGAIN ::


Dry Bones Rattle

📜 *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

Ὄρκος τοῦ Σκιεροφύλακος.  
ἱερὸν μέλος ἐν γλώσσῃ Ἑλληνικῇ ἀρχαίᾳ·  
ψαλμὸς ἰατρῶν, μυστήριον σιγῆς,  
ἡχῶν ἐκ ναοῦ πεπτωκότος.  

ὄμνυμι Φοίβῳ, Ἀσκληπιῷ, Ὑγείᾳ, Πανάκειᾳ,  
καὶ θεοῖς πᾶσιν,  
ὅτι βίον ἁγνὸν καὶ τέχνην ὁσίαν φυλάξω.  

ἁρμονίαι λύρας, κτύπος τυμπάνου,  
φωνὴ ὑπὸ θόλον σεμνὸν,  
σκιὰν καὶ φῶς συνάπτουσα.  

ὃς ἀκούσει, μάρτυς γίνεται·  
ὃς φυλάξει, εὐλογηθήσεται·  
ὃς παραβήσεται, κατάραν ἕξει.

Ὄρκος τοῦ Σκιεροφύλακος

永远不孤单

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 & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Those that walk the healing path know not to fear the gardens wrath.

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.



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