Ciel noir

DEADBOY

Separate

WHO LET MY DEMONS OUT?

fantasize

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

Nightmare

Prod. YCK

Imma go ballistic turn this bitch to 2012
And I don’t need a Mayan calendar to raise that kind of hell
I’ll create my own doomsday prophecy of biblical
Proportions and if climate change is truly fucking cyclical
So is life and death then you should be inside the wood chipper
Good riddance BlackRock’s your friendly neighborhood flipper
They have been rewarding what’s morally reprehensible
Opt for that instead of just doing the thing that’s sensible
You in a throne never sitting alone and you’re safe in the Ivory tower
The people that want you beheaded are down in the lobby they’ve got a damn right to be sour
Send us a grunt or assistant we know that position pays ninety per hour 
There isn’t a way to integrity when you’re elite but I bet it feels nice to be showered
In constant bonuses the brokerages have halted the trades
Don’t pull the rug until the CFOs and boss have been paid
Make the magic happen zero outstanding debts
Configured algorithms for rejections we’re not impressed

High octane high voltage
Chasing your profits had left you frozen in the cold mist 
False traces false headlines
Force em to crunch and coerced to meet another deadline
Delay, deny, defend
Won’t pay but it’s fine when they’re dead (dead)
Evade, decry, pretend
Loose change set aside by the feds (feds)

Turn the faucet on despite the finite supply of it
Water’s tainted baptize me then resurrect the leviathan
It’s your moment now wait on my mark to cue all the violins
Bottleneck at the entrance and massacred as they pile in
Terabytes of applications but the bandwidth throttled
Ain’t no trophies for participation no one’s getting coddled
Fuckin airlines are gambling they’re delaying the maintenance
Crises waiting to happen the scene is wiped only faded prints
Zombies are roaming they’re plentiful many have settled out by the Bay Area
Every day they overdosing an ambulance ride  and the bystanders watch as they carry em
We need to wrangle the affluent breaching containment releasing malaria
How do they tell you what to be afraid of but aren’t found responsible for the hysteria
Get in formation trepidation in an uninformed populace
They don’t want you to have any form of sense and class consciousness
Don’t discuss wages or raises fired if you’re unionizing
The freedom of speech and assembly ready for scrutinizing

High octane high voltage
Chasing your profits had left you frozen in the cold mist 
False traces false headlines
Force em to crunch and coerced to meet another deadline
Delay, deny, defend
Won’t pay but it’s fine when they’re dead (dead)
Evade, decry, pretend
Loose change set aside by the feds (feds)

Delay, Deny, Defend

Lyrics:

They ain’t got nothing on you baby
No!

Ooh, ooh, ooh 
They ain’t got nothing on you, you, you
All the stars and the moon
Could never shine as bright as you
Yuh,yuh
You’re the spark
You’re the fire
Lighting up my desire
Electrify
Make me - make me come alive - come alive
But no, no, no 
They ain’t got nothing on you, you, you
No, no, no


Baby baby baby 
Don’t you lie, lie, lie
I can tell by the look in those, eyes, eyes, eyes
You so Goddamn dangerous
Girl you hot, you blazing
Hot, hot
Burning up
Your flames so contagious
But no, no, no 
Can’t no one do it like you, you, you
Watch the bodies hit the floor
When you walk into the room
Goddamn 
Oh, she perfect
Watch the way she work it
Everybody nervous
Damn, you a Goddess
Don’t be modest
When everything about you flawless


Ooh, ooh, ooh 
They ain’t got nothing on you, you, you
All the stars and the moon
Could never shine as bright as you
Yuh, yuh
You’re the spark
You’re the fire
Lighting up my desire
Electrify
Make me - make me come alive - come alive
But no, no, no 
They ain’t got nothing on you, you, you
No, no, no

Lemme get a margarita on the ice
For that pretty mama over these looking nice
Lil hot tamale, she got some spice
Sipping on the fuego, while I roll the dice
Her body curvaceous
Silhouette divine
One of a kind
So DJ turn it up
And everybody in the club
Watch her run the show tonight

Oh - oh my god, yeah
She a jaw dropper
Show stopper
I-I-I-I-I can’t get enough of her
Oh - oh my god
Watch her hips sway when she walk like the world is her runway, yeah!

Cos your hips so enticing
Lips so inviting
Bet that kiss feel like lightning
Take me to the high end
Time stops when I’m in your world
And I don’t wanna leave it

Ooh, ooh, ooh 
They ain’t got nothing on you, you, you
All the stars and the moon
Could never shine as bright as you
Yuh yuh
You’re the spark
You’re the fire
Lighting up my desire
Electrify
Make me-make me come alive
No, no, no
They ain’t got nothing on you, you, you
No, no

NOTHING ON U 🧑🏽‍🎤 Prod. Yung Jash 🧑🏽‍🎤

My Grave

Im cold inside - IRIAS

🕸️ 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.



Crash the Circuit

Silk And Circuitry