Sanctus... Sanctus

Gold

Star Marks

One Skin

Ahhh Haaa Ahhh

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

Music Box Rewrites

Song Of Her Escape

Colors of Emotion

What Color is Dopamine ?

Between the Notes

CRISTAL CAVES

[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

📜 *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: 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

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Return from the Ice — A cinematic resurrection.

This haunting score marks the awakening of the first ice clones in a sleek, cryogenic facility buried beneath the tundra. Footsteps echo on steel floors as translucent pods exhale cold mist, and humanity’s lost past steps barefoot into the future. The sterile white light slices through the fog of memory, while wires fall from frostbitten skin.

Crafted with ambient tension and emotional orchestration, this piece blends frozen silence with the pulse of reawakening. Every synth swell and distant chime is a breath from beneath the ice.

Composed under the Silk & Circuitry banner, this track is part of a larger speculative universe exploring post-extinction revival, ethical resurrection, and the legacy of bioengineering.

🧬 For every clone that rises, a memory must thaw.
🎧 Listen, feel, and remember.




Return From The Ice

“Born in the Frost” is a cinematic origin song from the Ice Clone Initiative lore, echoing the moment the project was first conceived. Buried beneath the poles, this genetic ark was humanity’s last whisper into a frozen future — a lifeboat for consciousness, biology, and soul. The track blends orchestral grandeur, glitched memories, and haunting vocals to honor the legacy of those who froze time… and those who returned from it.


Born In The Frost

“Echoes of the First Breath” is the third transmission in the Ice Clone Initiative series — a cinematic, psychoacoustic journey through the sterile pulse of rebirth. Emerging from glacial stillness, the clone awakens in silence, her first breath rippling through misted glass and chrome. Frost cracks like memory. Tubes disconnect with a hiss. Across the reflective curve of her iris, pod after pod flickers to life.

This long-format track weaves haunting atmospheric textures with binaural rhythms and embedded Solfeggio frequencies, designed to simulate the experience of neural reawakening. Fractal pads shimmer like ice crystals; synthetic heartbeats blend with melting data streams. As the sonic field builds, ghosted voices echo through white corridors — half-code, half-chorus — whispering fragments of purpose lost to time.

Crafted for deep listening, lucid dreaming, or immersive world-building, this piece acts as an audiovisual cryo-chamber — a cold womb of sound where rebirth is not a metaphor, but a programmatic fact.

The Ice Clone Initiative has begun.

🧬 Series: Ice Clone Initiative
🎧 Project: Silk & Circuitry
🎼 Style: Cinematic ambient / neural drone / sci-fi orchestral fusion
🔊 Contains embedded Solfeggio tones and brainwave entrainment frequencies

Echoes Of The First Breath

"They called it care. I called it control."

A Cleansing Burn in Poisoned Air is a fire-lit sermon for the silenced. Silk & Circuitry returns with a cinematic protest against institutional gaslighting, false redemption, and the twisted myth of the “greater good.”

This track rips through the echo chambers of corruption—where rumors are treated as gospel and victims are scapegoated in the name of public peace. From white coats masking control, to whisper networks turned into war machines, it explores how good intentions become weapons when wielded by narcissists.

But beneath the ash, resistance grows. This is not surrender. It’s ignition.

🔥 Industrial trap meets orchestral dread. Whispers, firestorms, broken halos.

For the ones who were burned.
For the ones who are still breathing smoke.

Even mercy can be weaponized.

Silk & Circuitry presents “A Cleansing Burn in Poisoned Air” — a dystopian anthem about corruption, narcissistic control, and the false gospel of the “greater good.” This track tears open the wounds of systems that claim to heal while shackling, where rumors masquerade as justice and good people are manipulated into serving corrupt power.

Through whispered verses, firestorm choruses, and glitching orchestral-industrial production, the song delivers lessons: about rumor, echo chambers, false healers, and how good intentions can still destroy. Yet it ends in defiance—roots of truth rising from ashes, seeds breaking stone.

This is both warning and war-dance, a protest for those silenced by poisoned air.


A Cleansing Burn In Poisoned Air

🕸️ 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.



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