‘SAR, In My Mind’ takes you into the headspace of a lonely man, lost in his thoughts, fueled by weed gummies and a flickering TV.
As he spirals into chaos, he channels his isolation and mental struggle into raw, hypnotic music.

Made with FL Studio (Full Version) + Official Plugins
Produced by Nixavelli Records
This track was created using FL Studio, with the full version and all the tools that come with it. A bunch of official plugins helped shape the sound and give it that extra vibe.
Everything’s polished and ready to go, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the music.
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SAR (prod. by Nixavelli Records)

A chaotic reflection of the mental war inside – screaming thoughts, crashing feelings, no peace in sight.

The Fight Club in My Head

A song about darkness, brokenness, and the fight to be seen. For everyone who’s ever felt invisible.

Black Hole Sky

“Darkness Within” is a descent into the psyche—where every breakbeat echoes a buried truth. The track pulses with internal tension, layering distorted rhythms and spectral textures that feel like a confession whispered through static. It’s not just introspection—it’s exorcism.

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The silence is alive—it follows my tread,
Whispering secrets inside my head.
It crawls through the shadows, it breathes through the walls,
Every echo it sends, every whisper enthralls.


Every heartbeat warns me of ghosts I’ve known,
Every flicker of light feels carved in stone.
The fear’s a river that floods my veins,
No refuge in sleep, no breaking these chains.


The silence hunts me, it calls my name,
Dragging me deeper in its cruel game.
I’m bleeding, I’m fading, no one can see,
Why did they break me instead of free me?


I dream of fire and faces erased,
The air is heavy with all I’ve faced.
I scream in the dark, but no one will hear,
Alone with my terror, my shame, my fear.

God, if You’re there, why do You hide?
Why do You watch from the other side?
I’m a storm, a ghost, a scar in the dark,
A shadow of life without a spark.


The silence hunts me, it knows my name,
A cruel reminder, I’m not the same.
I’m broken, I’m hollow, lost at sea—
The silence still hunts the soul of me.

Still hunted…
Still broken…
Still alone…

THE SILENCE HUNTS ME

"Keep the Lights On" is Goblyn’s fight to stay sane in a world that keeps pulling the plug. With deep 808s, flickering melodies, and a sinister vocal flow wrapped in autotune, this track captures the raw fear of what happens when the light fades — inside and out.

The lyrics hit like whispered confessions and frantic warnings: Goblyn isn’t afraid of the dark — he’s afraid of what he becomes in it. From glowing lightbulbs to spiritual breakdowns, this track is both a club banger and a personal exorcism. It's not about surviving the night… it’s about surviving yourself.

Lyrics:

[Intro – whispered, distorted]

(yeah… keep ‘em on)
Don’t flip that switch, bitch.
You don’t wanna see me when the glow’s gone.
(lights out… I start talkin’ back…)

[Verse 1]

Every bulb in this room hums like a warning,
Sleep don’t call me, nightmares forming.
I talk to my shadow like it’s blood in my vein,
He whisper “cut the light, let’s play insane.”

Eyes red from the sleepless shit,
Mind cracked open, demons lit.
These walls know my voice by tone,
They tremble when I’m left alone.

Flick, flick—fuck that sound,
Heart jump every time that bitch goes out.
Darkness call like a long-lost friend,
“Come home, Gobyln, it’s time again.”

[Hook – Auto-tuned / Melodic, desperate]

Keep the lights on, keep the lights on,
Don’t let me fade, I’m barely holdin’ on.
When the dark creeps in, I start losin’ faith,
When the glow dies down, I lose my face.
Keep the lights on… (yeah, yeah)
Keep the lights on… (fuck!)

[Verse 2]

I been bargainin’ with ghosts for sleep,
Paid with secrets I couldn’t keep.
The bulb flicker — that’s my cue,
That’s when the devil come peekin’ through.

He like, “Damn, boy, you still breathin’?”
Yeah, but barely — chest still heavin’.
Cough up smoke, talk to God through static,
Faith went dark, and my mind went manic.

Pull the chain, I see hell grin,
Neon hum like it knows my sin.
Ain’t no love when the power dip,
Just whispers sayin’, “Come take the trip.”

[Hook – screamed under layered vocals]

Keep the lights on, keep the lights on!
Ain’t no savin’ me when the bulb’s gone!
I see faces crawlin’ on the wall,
Hear my name in every fuckin’ call!
Keep the lights on! (keep ‘em on!)
Keep the lights on! (keep ‘em on!)

[Bridge – whispered / distorted echo]

Don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t sleep…
They wait in the black where secrets creep.
I ain’t scared of no monster out there,
The one inside me—he already here.

[Outro – slow fade, heartbeat bass]

Switch flicks—room goes red.
Can’t tell if I’m dreamin’ or dead.
Keep the lights on, babe,
Keep the lights on… before I cave.
(lights… out…)

Keep The Lights On

A dark, melancholic trap confession where Goblin confronts the curse of his own power — a king wearing a crown that bleeds instead of shines. Heavy 808s, and raw emotion bleed through every line as he admits that the glory he fought for has become the chain that’s killing him.

Lyrics:

[Intro – Low, haunting whisper]

Yeah...
Power don’t mean peace.
This crown cut deeper than the blade that built it.
Listen...

[Verse 1]

I wear this crown like a curse, not a gift,
Every diamond on it drippin’ with the blood I split.
King of the broken, lord of the damned,
Built my throne outta bones and my own two hands.

They cheer my name, but I hear screams,
All these victories still haunt my dreams.
Every scar a fuckin’ medal, every tear’s a debt,
I can’t wash off the guilt, it’s soaked in my sweat.

I’m the villain, yeah, that’s what they see,
But they don’t see the boy still dyin’ in me.
The fame don’t fix the rot inside,
Ain’t no crown that can hide when your soul’s been fried.

[Chorus – Melancholic melody with layered vocals]

👑
This broken crown, still on my head,
A symbol of power, built from the dead.
I tried to rule, but I lost myself,
Now the kingdom’s gold feels cold as hell.

Yeah, this broken crown... I still wear it proud,
Even when I’m fallin’, I won’t bow down.
The weight’s too heavy, but I can’t let go,
’Cause it’s all I fuckin’ know...

[Verse 2]

Mirror crackin’, can’t face my reflection,
Every win feels like a damn confession.
Got the world in my palm but it slips through blood,
Every friend I lost turned to ghosts in the mud.

They call me king, but I’m chained to the seat,
A hollow crown and a heart that beats weak.
Fuck the glory, fuck the lights, fuck the throne,
I just wanted peace, now I’m all alone.

Hollow laughter in my court of pain,
Every jewel I wear’s another name.
You can’t shine forever when you burn this bright,
Even devils need sleep, but I stay up nights.

[Chorus – Layered, emotional delivery]

👑
This broken crown, still on my head,
A symbol of power, built from the dead.
I tried to rule, but I lost myself,
Now the kingdom’s gold feels cold as hell.

Yeah, this broken crown... I still wear it proud,
Even when I’m fallin’, I won’t bow down.
The weight’s too heavy, but I can’t let go,
’Cause it’s all I fuckin’ know...

[Bridge – Whispered, distorted vocal effects]

You ever pray to your own reflection?
Ever beg the mirror to forgive your infection?
This crown don’t shine, it bleeds.
And I keep wearin’ it… ’cause it’s all that’s left of me.

[Outro – Fading echo with strings]

Broken crown...
Broken king...
All this power...
Don’t mean a thing.
Yeah…
Still wear that motherfucker anyway.

Broken Crown

“Night Stalker” ain’t just a song — it’s a trip through the twisted, late-night maze of my own mind. This one’s raw, unfiltered paranoia — where the only thing in the dark is me.
I’m not hiding from demons... I am the demon.
Distorted thoughts, echoing streets, and the kind of fear that wears a gold chain and grins back at you in the mirror.
Turn it up. Don’t blink.
You’ll see what I mean.

Lyrics:

[Intro – Whispered, Echo FX]
Yeah…
You hear that?
That ain’t no motherfuckin’ ghost.
That’s me.
That’s you.
That’s us.

[Verse 1]
Middle of the night, I’m fucked in the dome
Thought I heard steps, but I’m walkin’ alone
Dark thoughts creepin’ like rats in the vents
Ain’t no enemy — I’m my own fuckin’ threat

Eyes in the mirror don’t blink like mine
Every goddamn shadow tryna cross that line
I ain’t runnin’ from shit — I am the fear
I’m the voice in your head that you don’t wanna hear

Got chains on my neck like I’m flexin' pain
Every gold link forged from a fucked-up brain
No peace in my chest, just war and static
I’m the stalker in the dark, and this shit’s automatic

[Hook – Catchy & Loud]
I’m the night stalker, fuck what you heard
Paranoia deep, every thought’s disturbed
Ain’t no monster hidin’ under my bed
He lives in my skull, and he wants me dead

I’m the night stalker, creepin’ on me
My own damn shadow won’t let me be
I’m the motherfuckin' curse, the glitch, the crack
And I swear on my life, I ain’t comin’ back

[Verse 2]
Sleep when I’m dead? Bitch, I barely blink
Got blood in my mind, and I like how it stink
I don’t fear hell — I built that shit
With a grin on my face and a twitch in my fist

Every step I take, I’m stalkin’ myself
Talkin’ to walls, losin' my health
Don’t trust no one, not even me
'Cause I’m the motherfucker that won’t let me breathe

Shit get loud when it’s quiet as fuck
And I pray to a god who don’t give a fuck
I don’t need no help — I need revenge
On the piece of me that I can’t cleanse

[Hook – Again, Stronger]
I’m the night stalker, fuck what you heard
Paranoia deep, every thought’s disturbed
Ain’t no monster hidin’ under my bed
He lives in my skull, and he wants me dead

I’m the night stalker, creepin’ on me
My own damn shadow won’t let me be
I’m the motherfuckin' curse, the glitch, the crack
And I swear on my life, I ain’t comin’ back

[Bridge – Slowed Down, Drugged-Out Flow]
Yeah… I’m that sick little voice sayin’ “do it”
That trigger-finger twitch with no fuckin’ music
I’m the blood in your dreams, the knife in your hand
I’m the part of your soul that don’t give a damn

[Final Hook – Whisper → Scream → Silence]
I’m the night stalker… (whispered)
I’m the night stalker… (rising)
I’m the FUCKIN’ NIGHT STALKER! (screamed)
…And you just blinked.

Night Stalker

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Idle Hands (Curtis Whalen ft. STL NiNjA)

“Locked Chambers of the Heart” uncovers the hidden prisons we build within, those unspoken secrets, buried vices, and shattered trusts that weigh us down in silence. My song aims to introspectively trace the ache of isolation, and the subtle key to release, even if the path is steep. If you’ve ever felt chained by the unseen, I wrote this for you

Locked Chambers of the Heart

My name is John. I have been a broadcaster for five years and have been writing music and poetry for twenty years. I didn’t even realize I could read and write until I discovered I have mirror-touch synesthesia. I perceive everything from right to left: my poetry, words, and compassion. My childhood was challenging, to put it mildly. However, God showed me a way to help others through the words I share. Every song I write serves as a ministry. By addressing various issues, I hope to assist those with troubled pasts find healing through my words. I am a pastor, and this is how I spread God’s message—by feeling the emotions around me and understanding the feelings of the people I encounter, because I have experienced similar struggles. God allows me to see you in ways that others cannot.

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I’m a song writer using the storytelling of music to explore elements of my own heart, and the human experience in an introspective way ✒️

I don’t make music to be famous. I make it so I don’t lose my fuckin’ mind.
Every verse I drop is a piece of me I’m tryin’ to bury — or resurrect. I wear this cracked mask ‘cause I ain’t tryna show the world my face… I’m showin’ it my scars.

I’ve been stalked by my own thoughts since I was a kid — insomnia, rage, regret, voices that don’t shut up. So I put ‘em on beats. I don’t spit for the crowd. I spit for the shadows. My sound? Dark club trap dipped in paranoia, smeared with melody and madness.

Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I don’t say a word — just let the silence talk for me.
Call me Goblyn. Just don’t turn the lights off.

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