my craft — это звук как отражение в потускневшем серебре. музыка — рука в перчатке: мягкое движение, полное намерения. комната полна света но никто не смотрит в глаза. каждый трек — ключ от двери за которой слышны шаги. это бал без начала пыльная плёнка с отпечатками времени. не микстейп, а приглашение доставленное без имени.

My Сraft • Mixtape

''ALKALOID,''taken from QRAUS's forthcoming fourth album, is presented here in a specially edited single version. While the original runs for over six minutes packed with lyrical depth, this cut offers a glimpse into its immersive world. Rather than describing the song in words, we believe listeners will find themselves more deeply drawn in by experiencing it directly.

(Traslate)
Alkaloids seep through mucous veins,
Neurons flow in lucid chains—
Paradise and nostalgia blur,
A blissful state of dazed euphoria.

Battling time with dope smoke,
Spin it back, twist and poke—
Oil and water spread through my brain,
A MATRIX running with no refrain.

The sun brings shade and darkness anew,
Countless horizontals, souls passing through—
Reflections in the mirror, unseen within,
Sink deep where no one’s ever been.

Clinging to the “now,” a Polyan-naïve prism,
Through Venetian blinds leaks a dim neon schism—
What lies there is Pleasure & Strife,
24/7 pressure, the toll of life.

Each week I pay that negative interest,
When the hit fades, I just increase the dosage—
We all chase that very first lift,
Blue sky — just a phantom image.

It all stacks up —
Fantastic Damage.

⸻

Feigning shallow, haunted by shadow,
The darkness I crafted swallows my marrow.
You can’t see the hollow,
The void won’t follow—
Grasping for more,
Endless desire, hollow core.

Feigning shallow, haunted by shadow,
The darkness I crafted swallows my marrow.
You can’t see the hollow,
The void won’t follow—
Grasping for more,
Endless desire, hollow core.

⸻

Rising from rational spirit,
Sharpening efficient senses,
Full-spectrum ESP,
Radio flares cut my ascension.

“Return to nature” feels like regression,
Freefall in a sunset vision—
Woke up at 18:10,
Threat of collapse,
Substance stuck in my throat,
Too many steps to process that act.

Silence my speech, keep it discreet,
Quench the thirst in the desert of my psyche.
The sun enslaves the planet’s heat,
Pushes me down into despair’s deep seat.

Empathy lost, enlightenment gained,
Solitary thoughts, connections strained.
What feeds this baseless confidence,
That doubts all others’ existence?

Does the outer world still govern me,
Or this mild yoke of light I carry quietly?

Feigning shallow, haunted by shadow,
The darkness I crafted swallows my marrow.
You can’t see the hollow,
The void won’t follow—
Grasping for more,
Endless desire, hollow core.

ALKALOID(RADIO EDIT)

CCO @ MercuryGlobal, Brother, Son. 
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