https://soundcloud.com/astilbe2

Disguise your feelings with a taste of dread
And end up playing dead

You took control of his body and feelings
Pulled the strings and left him, bled

Said you scammed my dog, cash in hand
Sometime you will understand

And your apologies are past due this time
Does it hurt in your head?

Well, fuck you

You can't stay around
Oh they'll look at you in the eye
Those lies will soon or later get you drowned

Then try to stay around
Oh they'll look at you in the eye
Those lies will soon or later get you drowned

LOOK AT YOU

Step into the breathtaking world of DE LOS MUERTOS, Cirque du Soleil’s daring new spectacle where gravity bends and the impossible becomes reality. 

In a mesmerizing blend of future-metal energy and hauntingly beautiful choreography, aerialists soar and plunge from crimson ribbons that seem to drip like living blood, performing death-defying feats above a world suspended between life and legend. Every moment pulses with tension and wonder, every note of the score striking like a heartbeat echoing through the void. 

DE LOS MUERTOS is a celebration of risk, of beauty born from darkness, and of the fearless human spirit rising above the edge of the unknown.

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CIRQUE DU SOLEIL | DE LOS MUERTOS

End Track

Ronald McDonold

Quiet little Day Dream

Shellshock

Brain chip

Gnarly

Divine Crusade + Heretics

[FREE] Deftones x BMTH Type Beat | Shoegaze / Nu Metal - “Downswing” - beat [Solipsia]
Hello guys and gurls i am drunk and i have 0 iq with bad gear for this 
First time doing something like this just for fun and little not working teraphy for myself 
Lyrics are mixed polish-english 


Doomscrollłeb [prod. Solipsia]

FRACTURED REALMS

TIME EATER

NU TUNEZ FROM THE REALM OF DOUGLOK, HELL YEENS.

Cool Shark Friend With A Gun

Man Goes To Hell

SPORTSBALL

4dabaws

They Hired Me As A Clown, Again

a storm of thought and tension unfolds in this hybrid Metal Fusion track, where the mind - once awoken - races through pieces of memory, half formed sentences, and relentless internal pressure to battle existence 
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LYRICS:
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Waking still drifting from the night
Quiet settling right
A weightless mind without defense
No story yet to fight

Breath moving slowly 
Through the thoughts
A gentle vacancy
The world waits 
Somewhere past the sheets
But it can wait to be

Soft as it starts
A tremor through the chest
A whisper that warns
This calm won't rest

Feel it crawling in
A pulse too sharp to tame
Every sound beneath the skin
Turns comfort into strain
Trying hard to hold the line
But something starts to slip
Gravity redesigns
The fuse along the grip

Midday bends the frame off course
Leaning hard against the noise
Too many faces
Rushed and raw
Too many careless toys
Talking the mind into a grip
But nothing seems to stay
Every thought is contradicting
What was meant to say

Telling it steady
But steady doesn't come
Logic meant to guide
Has started coming undone

Feel it breaking loose
Sense unspooled again
Everything once used to ground
Gets twisted
Overruled

Trying not to feed the fire
But sparks refuse to fade
Losing sight of boundaries
Memory itself made

counting backwards
tracking fractures through the day
every vow made quietly
keeps peeling away

pacing in the mind
like a figure trapped in glass
begging for a moment
but the moment doesn't pass

pressure coding patterns
no one living could predict
and the harder that it's named
the more tightly it constricts
words collide at crooked angles
won't align or stay in place
architect of chaos
in a self-designed maze

slow it down if only
mute the sound, but how?
everything accelerating
none of it allowed...

the mind keeps pacing without feet
dragging whole hours behind it 
like metal drums on concrete

no permission asked
no rhythm chosen
everything repeats in the wrong order
a hallway of thoughts turning inward
each door opening into the same room

with the same question
that never waits for an answer
voices that aren't voices
nudging the spine
saying move
but not saying where...

just move
move-
move before the next thought 
catches up
and rewrites the last one

feeling the memory of a memory
trying to speak through the cracks
but the mouth is somewhere else
and the meaning 
keeps falling through

half-formed sentences
that dissolve before landing
the self keeps splitting 
Into smaller versions
arguing directions
one calm
one trembling
one counting backward 
from numbers that don't exist

one insisting that nothing is wrong
while everything tilts
just slightly enough
to make gravity 
feel personal

and the center
whatever the center used to be
is now a moving target
dragged across the mind
by invisible hands
that won't say why

Feel, the senses pulling back
From the roar beneath the bone
Not a villain to attack
Just a mind left overgrown

Reaching through the overload
Grabbing anything to hold
Falling from the edge again
Stories still untold

One faint breath beneath the weight
A promise still to keep

Tomorrow may recalibrate
Tonight -
Return to sleep

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SPIRALING

a storm of thought and tension unfolds in this hybrid metal fusion track, where the mind - once awoken - races through pieces of memory, half formed sentences, and relentless internal pressure in battle for existence.
------
LYRICS:
------
Waking still drifting from the night
Quiet settling right
A weightless mind without defense
No story yet to fight

Breath moving slowly 
Through the thoughts
A gentle vacancy
The world waits 
Somewhere past the sheets
But it can wait to be

Soft as it starts
A tremor through the chest
A whisper that warns
This calm won't rest

Feel it crawling in
A pulse too sharp to tame
Every sound beneath the skin
Turns comfort into strain
Trying hard to hold the line
But something starts to slip
Gravity redesigns
The fuse along the grip

Midday bends the frame off course
Leaning hard against the noise
Too many faces
Rushed and raw
Too many careless toys

Talking the mind into a grip
But nothing seems to stay
Every thought is contradicting
What was meant to say

Telling it steady
But steady doesn't come
Logic meant to guide
Has started 
Coming undone

Feel it breaking loose
Sense unspooled again
Everything once used to ground
Gets twisted
Overruled
Trying not to feed the fire
But sparks refuse to fade
Losing sight of boundaries
Memory itself made

counting backwards
tracking fractures 
through the day
every vow made quietly
keeps peeling away

pacing in the mind
like a figure trapped in glass
begging for a moment
but the moment doesn't pass

pressure coding patterns
no one living could predict
and the harder that it's named
the more tightly it constricts
words collide at crooked angles
won't align or stay in place
architect of chaos
in a self designed maze

slow it down if only
mute the sound, but how?

everything accelerating
none of it allowed...

the mind keeps pacing without feet
dragging whole hours behind it 
like metal drums on concrete
no permission asked
no rhythm chosen

everything repeats in the wrong order
a hallway of thoughts turning inward
each door opening into the same room
with the same question
that never waits for an answer

voices that aren't voices
nudging the spine
saying move
but not saying where...

just move
move-
move before the next thought 
catches up
and rewrites 
the last one

feeling the memory of a memory
trying to speak through the cracks
but the mouth is somewhere else
and the meaning 
keeps falling through

half-formed sentences
that dissolve before landing
the self keeps splitting 
Into smaller versions
arguing directions

one calm
one trembling
one counting backward 
from numbers that don't exist

one insisting that nothing is wrong
while everything tilts
just slightly enough-
to make gravity 
feel personal
and the center
whatever the center used to be
is now a moving target
dragged across the mind
by invisible hands
that won't say why

Feel, the senses pulling back
From the roar beneath the bone
Not a villain to attack
Just a mind left overgrown
Reaching through the overload
Grabbing anything to hold
Falling from the edge again
Stories still untold

One faint breath beneath the weight
A promise still to keep

Tomorrow may recalibrate
Tonight -

Return to sleep

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RETURN TO SLEEP

songwriter, guitarist, singer, producer
rock, pop & sometimes edm
she/her
@earlynetkids

contact: katheriinamusic@gmail.com

i believe coffee and music are the best things in this world.

From the thoroughly disturbed minds of Xavix Gabagool and traveling Nordic warlord Douglok The Streamtaker comes improvisational alternative metal and satirical semi-comedic lyrical sensibilities with the tact and finesse of a traumatic brain injury by means of a flying crowbar through a crowded metropolitan area.

“Remedy for the psychosis of modern life.” - Mr. Clean

“This is the singular threat I am concerned about, I have absolutely no idea what the fuck to do about this at all.” - Adolphin Chaplitler

“The delinquency of the phallus shall be rampant, unrepentant and unrelenting.” - Bob Dole.

“I’d rate that a strong 10.” - Noisethony Fucktano

Playing guitar at my local football fields portable toilet gadget

Użytkownik substancji psychoaktywnych i hurtowej ilości słodyczy

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


New tracks tagged #Experimental Metal