This track is an intense Alt-Pop/Bass sound that translates a severe biblical warning into a visceral sonic experience. It moves from a quiet, melodic opening into a jarring, heavy "Drop" that physically represents the consequences of harming the innocent.

Let the little ones

“Numb Myself” is an alt-pop track produced and written by Be Read, where haunting vocals unravel the raw grip of mental illness and the fragile path to recovery. Ethereal layers and introspective melodies mirror the fog of emotional numbness, pulling listeners into a vulnerable journey from isolation to tentative healing. It's a sonic embrace for those navigating inner shadows.

Numb Myself

crowded room, hollow chest

soft teeth

rewind

blue light ghost

novembre luv !

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Noods Radio - Dream Theories w/ yingtuitive 25.11.25

the commute

LYRICS:
We were wild with no agenda
bare feet on the cul-de-sac
didn’t ask our bodies questions
never judged what we lacked

No lipgloss was our perfect
No angles to defend —
just summers stretching open
with no message we had to send

But something in the bloodstream
started singing like a fuse
a slow electric warning
of a want I didn’t choose

Didn’t chase the feeling
didn’t plan the shift —
but someone walked by
and the whole room tipped…

Playa Boy Jacked
oh, he all intact
i know the game 
and how things get stacked

Nature pulls the strings
while the world reacts —
yeah, Playa Boy Jacked
but I’m still intact

Then came the lashes
the lace, the sparkle traps —
stories telling niñas
how to edit all their maps
bought a dress made for a princess
trained my walk for some parade
dreamed of weddings like the movies
and the roles we’re told to play

They don’t tell the younger hearts
that fantasies have no cred —
that no boy can match a script
written for a plastic dream
so we bend ourselves in shapes
that were never built to last
trying hard to win attention
from the stares as we go past

It’s not me, it’s not him
it’s the culture we were cast
a billion-dollar engine
selling futures made of glass

Oh, Playa Boy Jacked
He all intact

I know the game 
and how things get stacked
heart off track
mind fights back —
yeah, Playa Boy Jacked
but I’m still intact

I know the game 
and how things get stacked
heart off track
mind fights back —
yeah, Playa Boy Jacked
but I’m still intact

Men are caught inside it too
taught to chase what they’re shown
taught desire is a mission
and affection is a throne

They think they’re steering instinct
but they're passengers as well —
same machine that built our pressure
plays the games inside our cells

We’re all running in the maze
no one warned us we were in 
learning craving is a current
not a measure of a win
i'm not trashing all the boys
they were raised-up in the spin
same script
same myth
same chase to freakin' win

We were taught 
the attraction was a compass to trust
but the world wrote the map 
with a bias and a crust
so I step out the frame
let the truth come through —
it’s a system, not a person
that told me what to do

Rewrite the want
Reclaim the track
Yeah, I feel the pull
But I pull back
Playa Boy Jacked
Playa Boy Jacked

Playa Boy Jacked 
Oh, he all intact
i know the game 
and how things get stacked
nature pulls the strings
while the world reacts —
yeah, Playa Boy Jacked
but I’m still intact

Let the want wash over
Let the instinct have its say
but know the cost
and know your worth
and choose your path anyway

Love is just a force of nature —
then culture twists it for the play
but when you see the wires
you don’t move the same way

Playa Boy Jacked
Oh, he all intact
I know the game 
and how things get stacked

Feel the pull
but push back —
see the script
redraw that —
know your name
know your track

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, Playa Boy Jacked

But I'm still intact
Oh, Playa Boy Jacked
But I'm still intact

Playa Boy Jacked
we know the act
and we walk it 
cuz we know
how to get
our own pow-her back
pow her 
pow power

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Playa Boy Jacked

Another festive reminder that I’m legally too powerful to be trusted with basic household tasks. Holiday season shows up, and suddenly every appliance in my house develops anxiety disorders. If anything malfunctions while you listen, that’s on you. I warned ‘em.

I warned them
You really let me operate without supervision
Alright
Dont say I didnt file the report

Too skilled too skilled
Cant touch this dimension

Too skilled for this dimension
Cant handle how I move
Butter toast like a mission
Even plates approve
All this power in the kitchen
Man its basically a crime
If I ever tried on purpose
Id destabilize space time

Destabilize space time
Space time

I walk in vacuum stands at ease
Laundry folds itself from fear of what it sees
Microwave hits the timer early just to show respect
Every chore a side quest I complete without a sweat

My fridge sends daily briefings
My broom knows how I lead
I wrote a mission statement for efficiency and speed
I water plants so perfectly my basil files pension
Im the CEO of households with impossible retention

You do dishes for survival
I do dishes to inspire
I make sweeping look majestic
My mop begs to retire

Too skilled too skilled
Cant touch this dimension

Too skilled for this dimension
Cant handle how I move
Butter toast like a mission
Even plates approve
All this power in the kitchen
Man its basically a crime
If I ever tried on purpose
Id destabilize space time

I move different
Mundane tasks tremble when I call
Took the trash out one time
Neighbors made it a public morale event for all
I rinse a cup
Oceans shift
I breathe
Appliances uplift
Yeah the universe overreacts
To every tiny thing I gift

I wipe a counter
Earth rotates a little quicker
Tie my shoes
Elastic learns to call me sir and snicker
Put a lid on Tupperware
Creates a minor shockwave
Even forks get starstruck
Walking past the microwave

I dont sweep crumbs
I start debris initiatives
I dont load dishwashers
I run wet operations
Trash day choreography
Critics call it avant garde
Five seconds start to finish
Still the Oscars send a card

Im not arrogant
Im a public safety hazard
Imagine me with effort
Wed need warning cones and hazard placards
Some heroes wear capes
Me
I wear socks with unmatched swagger

And now the universe
Would like to issue
A formal complaint

Too skilled too skilled
Cant touch this dimension

Too skilled for this dimension
Cant handle how I move
Butter toast like a mission
Even plates approve
All this power in the kitchen
Man its basically a crime
If I ever tried on purpose
Id destabilize space time

Look
I didnt choose this power
The power chose me
I warned the universe
Not to leave me alone with chores
But here we are

One more dish washed
And gravity files a complaint
Clock me out
Before I do something the universe cant undo

Too Skilled For This Dimension

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