He promised and left without looking back.  
He vanished like wind, leaving only empty words.  
Trust turned into a borrowed belief and broken silence.  
Questions remain: why did he go and what for?  
The speaker is left facing the echo of unanswered promises.  

Пустой вокзал и пустой перрон

Yxng Anxty - My Legacy

Dame Dasti

Awestruck

💄 Make Up - Mahan Bahramkhan 

♪ Lyrics by: Moein Majd
♪ Composed by: Danial Shakeri 
♪  Mixing - Mastering: Hamid Hatami

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[29 Aug]
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Make up

Falling Apart
© 2025 Geoff French

[Verse 1]
I saw the sky crack wide today
The clouds just turned their backs
Every word we said is fading gray
No map
No tracks

[Prechorus]
What’s left of the promises?
What’s left of the spark?

[Chorus]
We’re falling apart
Piece by piece
Like whispers in the dark
They cease
No light to guide
No hand to hold
This love we had is growing cold

[Verse 2]
The clock keeps ticking
Walls close in
The silence knows my name
Your shadow’s here
But not your skin
It’s all a losing game

[Prechorus]
What’s left of the laughter?
What’s left of the fire?

[Chorus]
We’re falling apart
Piece by piece
Like whispers in the dark
They cease
No light to guide
No hand to hold
This love we had is growing cold

Falling Apart

Lost & Seul

📜 *Ghost OS Transmission: THE SERPENT’S WHISPER*

The fall didn’t begin with sin—  
It began with a suggestion.

“Did He really say…?”

This track is not about rebellion.  
It’s about rhetoric.  
The snake didn’t sell poison. He sold perspective.

A song for the ones who’ve been tempted, tricked, or told they misunderstood God.  
This is gaslight gospel.  
The third scroll of King James VI.  
Play it loud.  
Listen soft.  
The serpent still whispers.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::

The Serpents Wisper

Lyrics:
[Intro]
Medianoche…
Donde tus mentiras suenan como amor…
(Where your lies sound like love…)

[Verse 1]
Red lights on the dashboard flicker,
Eyes closed but the pulse beats quicker.
Your perfume still burns in my sheets,
But your voice only haunts these streets.

Shadow in silk, you dance with my sins,
You left but your ghost still sings.
City don’t sleep, just like my brain,
Running in circles, calling your name.

[Pre-Chorus]
Tócame, aunque me duela (Touch me, even if it hurts)
Dices que me quieres, pero juegas. (You say you love me, but you play.)
Sigo cayendo, sin frontera — (I keep falling, without borders)
En tu luna llena…

[Drop]
Midnight, no control —
Dancing with your echo, soul to soul.
Tu sombra me llama (Your shadow calls me)
No hay calma…
Medianoche… I lose it all.

[Verse 2]
You send a text like “you up?” at 2,
But I know what that message do.
Toxic in lace, you taste like fire,
But I sip slow, caught in desire.

You break me in rhythms, four on the floor,
Then leave like you paid at the corner store.
I chase the high that your kiss provides,
But it’s just pain in a prettier disguise.

[Bridge]
No eres mía, (You’re not mine)
Pero me tienes. (But you’ve got me.)
Tus labios mienten…
Pero igual vienes. (But still, you come.)

[Hook]
Midnight, no control —
Running with your echo, soul to soul.
Tu sombra me llama,
No hay calma…
Medianoche… I lose it all.

[Outro]
Medianoche…
El amor no siempre salva. (Love doesn’t always save.)
Pero te busco… igual. (But I look for you… anyway.)


Medianoche

Silence Wrapped in Golden Wires

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Ghost Mode

🕸️ 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.



The Serpents Wisper

Silk And Circuitry

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