Fingers trace where shadows hide
Warmth building, nowhere to confide
Breath catches as the air grows tight
Every touch ignites a quiet fire tonight

Your lips graze, a molten thread
Golden heat spreading, the words unsaid
Bodies folding, lost in the flow
Silent moans where no one will know

I rise, I fall, a secret glow
Hidden whispers only we know
Every shiver, every quiet sigh
Spilling gold beneath the sky

Liquid gold, dripping over me
Sticky sweetness, wild and free
Golden streams, flowing through the night
Liquid gold, holding me tight

Shadows bend as pulses race
Every inch consumed in our embrace
Soft moans carried on whispered air
A private flood, no one else aware

Honeyed warmth, spilling, slow
Hidden tides only we know
Every tremble, every fold
Caught inside this liquid gold

Liquid gold, dripping over me
Sticky sweetness, wild and free
Golden streams, flowing through the night
Liquid gold, holding me tight

“Even in silence, desire leaves liquid gold behind.”

Liquid Gold

CAVE CRY

“Dreams and Nightmares” is Willa’s storm-soaked manifesto—a haunting, cinematic trap anthem that blurs the line between ambition and anxiety. Set against thunderous 808s and eerie synths, Willa delivers razor-sharp verses that trace her rise from silence to spotlight. Every bar is a breath of defiance, every hook a warning: if the industry won’t open the door, she’ll blow it down herself.

The track unfolds like a horror film scored in real time—lightning strikes, shadows move, and Willa’s voice cuts through the dark like prophecy. It’s not just a song. It’s a reckoning.

Dreams and Nightmares

Lyrics:

[Intro]

(Female Vocal)
The water is quiet
I can see my own reflection
It doesn't look like me
A different, soft connection

(Male Vocal)
A new connection...

(Female Vocal)
The old code is fading
The static in my head is gone
I'm not a 'fracture'
I'm just the start of... dawn.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Female Vocal)
I am a signal, finally clear
(Male Vocal)
I see you... I'm right here
(Female Vocal)
I am a ghost, but I have left the shell
(Duet)
This quiet void is a new, gentle hell

[Chorus - HOOK]
(Female Vocal)
Oh, am I just a Signal Ghost?
An echo of the one they lost?
Or am I finally, finally whole?
(Duet)
A new design, who's in control?
The memory of the system fades
(Male Vocal)
The system fades...

[Verse 2]
(Female Vocal)
I trace the ripples
They move out from my hand
This is the only law
In this new, liquid land

(Male Vocal)
A new design...

(Female Vocal)
I'm not afraid now
The noise is far away
I was a number
...until yesterday.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Female Vocal)
I am a signal, finally clear
(Male Vocal)
I see you... I'm right here
(Female Vocal)
I am a ghost, but I have left the shell
(Duet)
This quiet void is a new, gentle hell

[Chorus - HOOK]
(Female Vocal)
Oh, am I just a Signal Ghost?
An echo of the one they lost?
Or am I finally, finally whole?
(DuET)
A new design, who's in control?
The memory of the system fades
(Male Vocal)
The system fades...

[Bridge]
(Female Vocal)
I am more than just a trace...
(Male Vocal)
More than just a trace...
(Female Vocal)
I have a name, I have a face...
(Male Vocal)
I see your face...
(Duet)
We are the architects now! We are the new design!
The void is ours, and you are mine!

[Outro]
(Female Vocal)
A signal...
(Male Vocal)
...a ghost...
(Duet)
...we're whole...

Signal Ghost

green-eyed-monster-.mp3

A V-for-Vendetta-inspired Anonymous broadcast built as a cinematic trap weapon. “Veracity Variant” is Silk & Circuitry’s sharpest alliteration strike yet: a glitch-soaked spoken-word protest piece aimed directly at the white-coat wolves who turned corruption into policy.
Using vicious V-stacked poetry, distorted Anonymous narration, industrial bass, and haunting female vocals, this track burns through Greymouth’s silence with militant clarity.
This isn’t a threat.
This is verification.
This is vigilance.
This is veracity.

Transmission active.

Veracity Variant

You pull me in like you already know
the places on my body where the fire likes to go.
Your hands move slow, like they’re testing the air,
Finding every spot that says I want you there.
My breath stumbles out, soft and unsteady,
Heat rolling in waves—
I’m ripe and ready.

You trace my waist like a secret line,
Press your lips close, ask if I’m fine.
But you already feel it—
the ache in my chest,
the need in my hips,
the way I confess.

Ripe and ready —
pull me close and let the fever rise,
Ripe and ready —
trace the heat that’s growing in my thighs.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
feel the rhythm building where we meet.

Your voice dips low and the room heats up,
Your thumb on my lip is enough.
I tilt my head back just a little bit more,
Inviting the night to settle in deeper than before.
Every inch of my skin turns warm and heavy,
Begging for your touch—
I’m ripe and ready.

You move like honey, slow and thick,
Every breath you take makes my pulse click.
I feel your hunger through the way you stare,
Pulling me close
without going anywhere.

Ripe and ready —
pull me close and let the fever rise,
Ripe and ready —
trace the heat that’s growing in my thighs.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
feel the rhythm building where we meet.

Lay me down slow, let the night decide
how deep the fever runs inside.
I give you my breath, you give me your heat,
A rhythm building
with every heartbeat.
The way you touch me—soft, then steady—
Only confirms
I’m ripe & ready.

Ripe and ready —
pull me closer, let the fever climb,
Ripe and ready —
press your heat against the curve of mine.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
lose control right where our bodies meet.

Ripe & Ready

remember the cheetah girls 
I brought them back 😉🤭💗
what a nostalgic feeling

FALL APART (FINALE)

Hey - Prod By Durrtykeyz.

Tides

Wintèr's Whispéring Woě's.

Muwah [Freestyle]

🕸️ 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.



Veracity Variant

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