Beaming up
Can you feel it?
The way it goes to and fro’
In your business
Shooting stars if it means
That we’re in this

Cleaning up
The mess I made
Hole in my heart you burrowed
I can explain
All of my ire and fire
Buy a ring! (Wait!)

If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know

Speaking up
Can you hear it?
Talking with you all night, every night (Baby!)
Balking at the notion that you’re all mine (Baby!)

Cleaning up
The mess I made
Hole in my soul, I furrow
I can explain
Tempered erosion
So I send the rain

If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know
If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know

Honey, the onus lies with me
You got me acting real sweet
Such a sight just in your sweats
A mark on the side of your neck

If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know
If this is irrational
Don’t wanna make sense (don’t wanna make sense)
But I can’t imagine
Life without this intent (without this intent)
Nothing to speculate, self-assured
Emulate all the love I know

Satellite

“White Lines” is a late-night drive you take to outrun the version of yourself you don’t want to be anymore. Long highways, empty gas stations, and too much time with your thoughts. Minimal beats, atmospheric guitars, and a hook that feels like mile markers flashing by in the dark.

White Lines

“The Switch” is about that exact second when you decide you’re done pretending. One flick from numb to honest, from autopilot to alive. Gritty verses, a tension-building pre, and a drop that feels like the moment everything inside you finally clicks from “off” to “on.”

The Switch

“Blue Light Insomnia” is a lullaby for people who forgot how to sleep. Doomscrolling at 3 a.m., overthinking every message, staring into a screen that keeps you company and keeps you broken. Pulsing synths, heartbeat kicks, and a chorus that hits like a notification you’re scared to open.

Blue Light Insomnia

“Phantom Heartbreak” is about missing someone you never officially had. No labels, no breakup… just a ghost that won’t leave. Whispered verses, massive choruses, and a slow-motion drop that feels like seeing their name light up your phone months too late.

Phantom Heartbreak

“Haunted House” is a slow-burn confession about the rooms we never emotionally move out of. It’s that feeling when a breakup turns every light switch, hallway, and picture frame into a ghost. Cinematic drums, intimate vocals, and a creeping melody that builds like footsteps on the stairs in the middle of the night.

Haunted House



Idfk what the f to write here just listen ig or not, upto u yk, Ima copy and paste this on everysingle one of my tracks lol, im lazy af ngl

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tracklist --> Intro, Heal, Yeayea, Somesong4later, Untitled_1, and Chasing peace at the end of a carrot stick (in this order)

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CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Anyone got $100 Im tryna buy a game pretty plz

 always work on yourself as a person to be the best you can possibly be and always stay positive. Im here for yall. Hit me up if u wanna talk/vent❤️‍💗 18 n shi

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