“Low Flame” is a quiet revolution disguised as a love song — a dawn-hour confession about power, longing, and learning to let go. It lives in the still space between hope and healing: the moment when you stop waiting at someone’s door and finally light your own way home. Sparse, cinematic, and intimate — built on porch light imagery, soft guitars, and a heartbeat rhythm that flickers between ache and grace.

Low Flame

“Only With You” is a confession about love that survives the unpolished moments. Every image is real: a chipped mug, a broken phone, a gas station hat that should’ve been thrown away. It’s about finding grace in the ordinary, and the courage to be seen as you are. Intimate vocals, acoustic warmth, and emotional truth — no filters, no gloss, just heart.

Only With You

The first line of verse 1 came to me while I was at work. I had the beat playing in my headphones when my manager came over to check my area. He started talking about how fast they want things done and how they expect us to go even faster — and boom: “First off, f** ya expectations.”*

I was also motivated by social media. It’s always the people who don’t do sh*t that have the most to say about those who are actually trying. That’s where the line “some of y’all only good at spectating” came from.

This song is basically me saying: F** you — I’m doing it my way. I don’t care what you think.*

If you feel that, then this song is for you.

Dreams & Nightmares (Prod By INSID3)

First single from the solo project Merricat, Vt. Hyper-emo, born from the soil of a New England cemetery on a gloomy, moonlit night.

Our Fuckin' Hell

A pop ballad that moves from cold rain to warm forgiveness — an intimate confession rendered in glass, breath, and light. “Just One Chance” traces the journey from pride to vulnerability, from noise to quiet truth. Built on felt piano, soft drums, and a voice that cracks where it matters most. For anyone who’s ever wished they could speak one sentence differently.

Just One Chance

Woke up next to someone I don’t know
Half her dress on, still wore my coat
Ash in her mouth, coke on my phone
I said her name wrong — she still moaned

I cheat for comfort, not for thrill
She don’t ask — she just wants to feel
Ghent too quiet when I’m off my meds
So I fuck loud just to fill my head

Did pills in class, forgot my name
My roommate left — said I’m insane
She cried once — I laughed it off
Didn’t mean to, but I switch too soft


I’m a ghost on campus, sex and regret
Stuck on her scent, stuck in this bed
Fucked her roommate — didn’t even cum
I just needed someone to say I’m not numb

Yeah, ghost on campus, I blur the lines
Coke on my tongue, hands on her thighs
She said "be honest" — I looked away
I only lie when I want her to stay


She said I changed — I said “maybe”
Still wear her shirt when I feel shaky
Wrote her name on a library chair
She won't read it. She won’t care.

Got head in the back of a late night tram
Felt nothing — just the beat of the Xan
Texts from her, I don’t reply
But I reread ‘em when I’m too high

I still keep her pics in a hidden folder
Still think of her when the nights get colder
Still call her name when I’m fucking someone new
Still ruin people who get too close too soon

I’m a ghost on campus, heart in my teeth
Kiss her hard just to feel some heat
She says I’m sick — maybe she’s right
But I’d rather be fucked up than feel polite

Yeah, ghost on campus, boy on edge
Burned every bridge for a half-warm bed
I write her name on the window glass
Then wipe it off like we never had a past

Ghent don’t care, and neither do I
If I OD here, I won’t even cry
Tell her I loved her — just not enough
Tell her I left when the highs got rough

Ghost on Campus

Ghost on Campus (raw)

“Still Stay” is a quiet confession about the invisible endings that happen long before people leave. It’s the sound of a man whispering through the walls of a house he built but no longer feels at home in. Recorded in one take with a single microphone, every breath and silence is intentional—no polish, no redemption arc, just truth. The song explores love, identity erosion, and the ache of staying too long for the sake of comfort.

Still Stay

A ballad about slowing down and finding your place in a restless world. “Lisbon Saves You” invites the listener to breathe, to notice the chipped cup, the tram bell, the chair waiting just for you. It’s a song about belonging, patience, and the small kindnesses of time.

Lisbon Saves You

A quiet ballad about turning pain into something luminous. Light We Hold tells the story of an artist who transforms struggle into beauty, leaving behind a light that helps others find their way. Built on a simple acoustic foundation, the song grows gently into a cinematic swell — honest, human, and full of quiet hope. This track celebrates the creative act itself: how making something from hurt can save us, again and again.

Light We Hold

six songs for the glow after healing. confidence, devotion, and the loud joy that follows quiet faith.

golden hour

CYBER CHORD — campfire heart, circuit-board muse.

I write with AI as a co-writer and carve the lyrics by hand, then shape the tracks in Suno. Expect country roots, rock grit, and faith-bright pop.

This page is a quiet cabin—no generators, no door-to-door sales.

Boundaries: no paid promo, no playlisting, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off.

If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric/timestamp welcome), and share it with one friend. That spark keeps the fire going.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful. 🔥🌲

Belgian-Dutch and fulltime student
Ghent based alt trap/ dark-pop
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Lore is an introspective rapper from Omaha who first picked up the pen at 18 and hasn’t stopped since. With a style rooted in raw emotion and honest storytelling, his music speaks to those navigating life quietly but deeply. Lore’s goal is simple: to create songs that connect — especially with people who’ve lived through the same struggles, doubts, and quiet battles.

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