Alazi

And it happened so fast

Severed hydra head

X infinity

Ashamed to be a qt

Moon imp and concrete

“Go Under Alone” drifts through cold spaces of memory and loss — a haunting reflection on love, silence, and the weight of being left behind. With slow, atmospheric tones and lyrics that echo like fragments of a dream, the track invites you into a world that’s intimate, desolate, and ethereal. It’s a song for late nights, headphones, and moments when you’re caught between remembering and letting go.

Lyrics:
[Verse]
Feel the hand of a child
Rest on your chest
Fall asleep and wake up
With all that you left

[Pre-Chorus]
You breathe like it’s fine
But the silence grows
And no one can tell
When it’s time to let go

[Chorus]
And the room's cold and black
Go under alone
And you don't make it back
Go under alone

[Verse]
It's hard to make sense
But you never know
The people you love
When you go under alone

[Pre-Chorus]
The light through the door
Doesn’t reach this far
You call out a name
But forget who they are

[Chorus]
And the room's cold and black
Go under alone
And you don't make it back
Go under alone

[Bridge]
Under alone
Under alone

[Verse]
The scent on your shirt
Still hangs in the air
I talk like you're here
But no one is there

[Pre-Chorus]
Your voice in the wall
Fades out like a dream
It’s almost like love
But it slips from the seams

[Chorus]
And the room's cold and black
Go under alone
And you don't make it back
Go under alone

Under Alone

prod by me :P

Lyrics -

Huh? Wipe the tear off my face
Huh? Oh this world, yeah I really hate
Huh? Tried to fix it and now it's too late
Oh my gosh, yeah I'm such frickin mistake

I'm trying find
I'm trying find myself
I'm trying find
I'm trying find myself

I'm trying to be kind
I'm trying to be kind to myself
I'm trying to be kind
I'm trying to be kind to myself

I still have an eye just for you
I don't know why you think I have no clue
Get up, get up I'm just trying to tell you the truth
Don't you cry because I still love you

I-I wanna run away
(Some are born oh so perfect)
Some, somewhere really far away
(Some are born with dark where the heart is)
I-I wanna run away
(Some don't have to worry about tomorrow)
Some, somewhere really far away
(Some just suffer and burn in their sorrow)

Huh? Wipe the tear off my face
Huh? Oh this world, yeah I really hate
Huh? Tried to fix it and now it's too late
Oh my gosh, yeah I'm such frickin mistake

I'm trying find
I'm trying find myself
I'm trying find
I'm trying find myself

I'm trying to be kind
I'm trying to be kind to myself
I'm trying to be kind
I'm trying to be kind to myself

zaya! - stop crying

A melancholic rap layered with harp and ethnic instruments, this track uses the desert as a metaphor for loneliness, emptiness, searching for connection, and struggling to find a way forward.

The Desert

It begins with the adventure, with love, and with the quiet bond between Jennie and the poet in Tenerife. Days move slowly, the sun painting the mountains, and together they walk, laugh, and sit in silence by the window. Their bond is soft and unspoken—Jennie watching as he drapes celestial white silk across his face, resting in meditation, listening not just to the waves of the island but to the weight of what’s still to come. She sees the way he writes, the way he records, hour after hour, poem after poem, as if something greater is moving through him.

And then, the whispers shift. The presence of his older brother grows louder in the Spanish nights. In the middle of poems, Othello’s voice pierces the veil, guiding, reminding, haunting. A message begins to form: not a farewell to Drizzy, but a quiet summoning, a call toward 2028. The recordings are not random; they are bridges, verses carrying a signal across time. Jennie can feel it too—that he is not just creating art, he is answering something only he can hear.

Drizzy’s reflection appears inside the poet’s mirror, the number 11 glowing back at him, the rhythm of destiny folding into sound. The whisper says 2027 is an ending, but Othello has given 1046 three years—a covenant sealed long before, an oath made when the ink of OA touched his name. The second verse feels like the ghost of Othello himself is writing, speaking through the poet, weaving the words into Drizzy’s orbit.

Spain is more than a place—it’s a vessel for the message. In this Airbnb, hidden from the public, 1046 becomes only what he was always meant to be: a poet. Every night beneath the moon, the wind instructs him to record, to let his brother’s hand guide him through the silence. Jennie listens, patient, watching the fragments turn into constellations, watching the poet dissolve into the astral conversations only he can translate.

This is the Poet in Tenerife. This is the whisper of Othello, the reflection of Drizzy, the love of Jennie, and the solitude of 1046—bound together under the stars, recording until the prophecy aligns.

#1046 #ThePoet #Tenerife #Jennie #AstralConversations #SpainSessions

BEYOND SPAIN (PROD. ALVX)

I am not a Rapper.. I am a Poet. 
1046 is a numerical angel..

It’s Just A Poem 📝…  

All Poems are tied to dreams and feelings.. 
Poetic Art is created by The Poet

Enjoy 🕙: 🕓🕡

Dision creates music that lives in the space between darkness and light — cinematic, haunting, and deeply emotional. With atmospheric production and introspective lyrics, each track explores themes of isolation, connection, and resilience. From the fragile pull of “Under Alone” to the urgent reflection of “Cold World,” Dision’s songs are stories of human struggle and survival, painted with moody textures and raw emotion.
For listeners who crave music that feels both intimate and cinematic, Dision offers a soundtrack for late nights, restless thoughts, and the search for meaning in a fractured world.

hi, I exist.
I pretty much spew all my creativity and feelings into music.

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