Nightmare

BLIND8 bulletproof

Beneath the Night crashes through shadows with gritty riffs and smoky melodies, fusing Bay Area street poetry with cinematic rock ambiance. It’s a twilight anthem—where hip-hop storytelling collides with distorted emotion and atmospheric soundscapes. Haunting, resilient, and unapologetically real.

🎤 For listeners who live in the tension between pain and power, light and loud—this one’s for you.

Beneath the Night

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Soft Veil Of Particles

FULL ALBUM

Faint Dust


[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

lowdown chrome

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Victory Just on the Horizon

The embrace was supposed to hold. Instead, it cracked.
What should have been sacred vows became a weapon — love laced with deceit, devotion turned to execution.

“Til death do us part” sounded romantic… until we wrote it like this.
And if you’re still wondering if Searpetal can hit heavy… consider this your fucking answer.

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Released via Phantomline Records — © 2025 Phantomline Records

Vowshell

Til Death Do Us Part

Stitches In The End

Simulation Hole (v5 Cover)

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