Is this your bed
These are your clothes
That I just tore off of you
Who needs a bed
We could go in the shower or kitchen
As long as you're in it
I don't need a reason

I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready

You touch me and I'm off to the races
You say the word and I'm already gone
I've always been shameless
There's no need to tame it
It's the same every day
It's always the same

I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny

Kinda Corny
Can't fake it
I'm into it
Kinda Horny

I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny

I'm Always Ready (Acid Techno reload)

Slip between the lines
Catch me in the night

You vanish in the dark
Your name on my heart
Lost in your shadow
I drift, I borrow

Silent whispers, broken calls
I catch the fall, I feel it all

Slip between my fingers
Don’t let go too soon
We sway in secret linger
Under silver moon
Slip between my fingers
Hear my quiet tune
You pull me close, I tremble
Slip between

Oooh ooh ooooh
Slip … between
Slip … between

Midnight heat, your gaze
We dance in haze
Words fade to sighs
I need those eyes

Silent whispers, broken calls
I catch the fall, I feel it all

Slip between my fingers
Don’t let go too soon
We sway in secret linger
Under silver moon
Slip between my fingers
Hear my quiet tune
You pull me close, I tremble
Slip between

Time stops, pulse shakes
One touch is all it takes
Between the beats we meet
Soft, urgent, incomplete

Slip between my fingers
Don’t let go too soon
We sway in secret linger
Under silver moon
Slip between my fingers
Hear my quiet tune
You pull me close, I tremble
Slip between …

Slip between (2 Step reload)

Air tastes like iron and rain
Concrete breathes under the strobe
Shadows weld to the kick
Heat climbs the spine, slow

Floor shakes, names fall off our skin
Sparks bloom in the fog
Glass sweat drips from the ceiling
Every beat is a command

Rust sings along the rails
Hands up for balance, not prayer
Time splits, reforms, keeps moving
Voltage threads through bone

Grain, glare, gravity, surge
Sirens fold into one tone
We lean into the engine
Noise crowns the room

Iron heartbeat over red steam
Bodies blur to a single line
We burn in perfect symmetry
We disappear inside the charge

The forge exhales
Ash settles like snow
Only the hum remains
Moving through us, without us

Beat is a command (Peak Techno reload)

cycle is the sound of a summer afternoon dissolving.
girls whisper about men they no longer love,
children laugh somewhere by the sea,
and the sun burns through the haze like a dying projector lamp.
Everything melts — memory, salt, heat, and distance —
until only the hum remains.

Recorded in the drift between clarity and collapse.

CYCLE

Morning light hits the sidewalks slow
Workers in the shadows make the whole world glow
Hands dirty while the table looks fine
Invisible hearts keep the feast in line

Before the oven warms, before the kids wake up
They mop the floor, load the crates, fill the cup
Delivery bikes glide through the frozen dawn
While the houses shine like the struggle is gone
Glitter on the plates but the palms stay rough
They hold the weight steady though the pay stays tough
Hands that carry joy we all want to claim
But the clock keeps bleeding and we forget the name
Traffic lights blink on the labor they hide
Grind in the dark while the rich sit inside
Service with a smile but the soul runs thin
Gratitude never pays for the hours they bring

Hands dirty, houses clean
They build the moment we call serene
Thank you for your service, but the truth hits deep
Gratitude never pays for the hours we keep

Holiday rush and the streets overflow
Workers push carts in a silent show
Store rooms stacked like a secret truth
Bodies getting older while we guard our youth
Aprons tied tight like a pact with fate
Break rooms quiet while the orders wait
People cheer loud at the feast they adore
But the ones who cook stand behind the door
Packages land with a soft little knock
But the courier's breath hits the icy block
We toast the joy, forget the cost
Warm homes glow while their heat gets lost

Hands dirty, houses clean
They build the moment we call serene
Thank you for your service, but the truth hits deep
Gratitude never pays for the hours we keep

Late night sweeping in an empty hall
Echo of footsteps like a distant call
Dishes stacked tall like a mountain of proof
Every smiling table has a laboring roof
They fold the cloth, close the shop, end the shift
Carry quiet burdens that we never lift
We dance in the kitchen they wiped down twice
We praise the feast but forget the price
Invisible crowd in the back of the frame
They hold the world steady while we claim the fame
If love had wages they would never owe
But the system pays nothing to the ones who glow

Hands dirty, houses clean
They build the moment we call serene
Thank you for your service, but the truth hits deep
Gratitude never pays for the hours we keep

If joy has pillars these hands built the ground
If peace has music they shaped the sound
Service unspoken under warm porch lights
Invisible heroes walking home at night

Thank You for Your Service

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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