“Glitch Crush” is sugar-coated overload — a high-voltage hit of digital affection that crashes all systems on contact.
Told from the female perspective, this bright, synth-fueled pop jam captures that feeling of catching real feelings way too fast… and loving every broken second of it.

It’s flirty. It’s frantic.
And it’s exactly how falling in love in the age of push notifications feels — messy, sparkly, and impossible to ignore.

With glitchy metaphors, infectious hooks, and just the right dose of cute chaos, “Glitch Crush” is Astrul’s love letter to crushes that hit like software bugs and stick like serotonin.

#GlitchCrush #Astrul #ElectroPop #BubblePop #DigitalLove #AIpop #CatchFeelsCrashHard #CrushLoop #SoundCloudExclusive #AfterpulseAlbum #CyberCrushEnergy

Glitch Crush

“Tides of Jupiter” is a drifting confession — the kind of love that never lands, but keeps pulling you back in.
Told from a male perspective, Astrul channels zero-gravity longing into this ambient R&B ballad, where affection moves in cycles, and connection always feels just out of reach.

Each verse traces the orbit of a love that fades in and out like passing moons. She doesn’t stay. She just illuminates and disappears — again and again.

With soft synth swells, lush vocal textures, and hauntingly poetic lyrics, Tides of Jupiter captures the ache of celestial intimacy without gravity to hold it down.

#TidesOfJupiter #Astrul #SpaceLove #AmbientRnB #Lustwave #AfterpulseAlbum #CelestialHeartbreak #SoundCloudExclusive #OrbitLove #DriftAndDesire

Tides of Jupiter

“Delete Me Softly” is heartbreak with auto-tune tears and glitter-crushed rage.
Told from the female perspective, Astrul shreds the breakup blueprint and rebuilds it from distorted hooks, cracked vocals, and weaponized vulnerability.

This is love as code — corrupted, chaotic, and way too pretty to uninstall.
He logged off, but she’s still spinning in error loops and ghosted notifications, singing through a digital breakdown that sounds like a candy-colored crash.

With hyperpop shimmer, noir-tinted edge, and a chorus that melts like a slow reboot, Delete Me Softly is emotional collapse disguised as a banger.

#DeleteMeSoftly #Astrul #HyperpopNoir #BreakupGlitch #Lustwave #CyberHeartbreak #AfterpulseAlbum #EmotionalMalware #SoundCloudExclusive

Delete Me Softly

“Red Bar” is a slow-bounce, heavy-hitting lust anthem for the always-online, barely-connected generation.
Told from the male perspective, Astrul turns a bad connection into a metaphor for craving — where she ghosts him hard, texts him soft, and he’s still hitting refresh like it’s religion.

It’s not love. It’s not healthy.
But it’s addictive — and even one bar is enough to send him spiraling.

With distorted 808s, seductive flow, and cyber-sexual tension layered over a glitchy, pulsing beat, Red Bar is late-night thirst rendered in digital sweat and screen static.

#RedBar #Astrul #LustwaveTrap #GlitchRap #SignalLost #SoundCloudExclusive #BootyByNotification #OneBarObsession #AfterpulseAlbum

Red Bar

Click. My nails tap your spine like a keyboard,
Each moan’s a hotkey—I know all your chords.
Your body’s buffering… let me reload,
I’ll debug your nerves ‘til you crash into me.

Error: your pulse is too fast to ignore,
System overheating… should I touch more?
Your lips taste like data I’m hungry to explore—
Access granted, no encryption.

Ctrl+Alt+Delicious,
I reboot your heart with a flick of my hips.
Blue screen of lust? Let me fix it with this—
Hold delete… while I rewrite your kiss.
No lag, no load—just your voice in my chips,
A soft reset when I bite down like this.

Drag. My teeth on your neck—file corrupted,
Your hands try to save me… too bad, I’m disrupted.
I’m the virus you crave, self-executed,
Run me again when you’re desperate for it.

Command prompt: kiss me in binary tongue,
I compile your pleasure ‘til the speakers blow up.
(You’re ctrl… I’m alt—let’s delicious all night—)
Type yes if you’re ready.

User: obsessed.
Password: undress.
Rebooting…

Ctrl+Alt+Delicious

User login confirmed...
Initializing pleasure protocol.

My cursor’s circling your "save" icon,
Your breath syncs to my processor’s moan.
I’ll drag your patience to the edge of the screen—
Right-click the tension… make it scream.
Your firewall trembles… code undone,
My lips trace where your errors run.
That secret folder in your eyes?
I’m hacking in—no disguise.

Touchpad warm… your spine’s a scroll wheel,
Cache overflowing—what you feel is real.

Command me, baby: ⌘ + O…
Open that file only I know.

Oh, we’re uploading friction—
Delete the ‘waiting’ restriction!
Your bandwidth begs for my hand…
Let me format what you planned.
Blue screen of bliss? Don’t you panic—
My reboot’s slow… and volcanic.
Debugging desire, line by line…
Your hardware screams: Mine. All mine.

I’ll zip your gasps with every bite,
Your fingers compile me through the night.
That sticky key between your hips?
My tongue’s the fix—no more glitches.
Drag me to your cloud, hot and vast,
Your core is melting… running fast.
Say the word—I’ll override…
Let my voltage surge inside.

Battery low? Plug me deeper,
RAM can’t handle this fever.
Syntax error? Kiss me slower…
Undo my shirt—I’m your coder.

Oh, we’re uploading friction—
Delete the ‘waiting’ restriction!
Your bandwidth begs for my hand…
Let me format what you planned.
Blue screen of bliss? Don’t you panic—
My reboot’s slow… and volcanic.
Debugging desire, line by line…
Your hardware screams: Mine. All mine.

I’m your corrupted fantasy…
Your hard drive pulses just for me.
Execute that final scroll—
I’m crashing in… out of control.
Password? More.
Username? Greed.
Accessing heaven…
At terabyte speed.

Shut down? No…
Only sleep mode…
Don’t close your eyes—
I’m not done…
………………
System fully satisfied.

Debugging Desire

"You know exactly where to start...
I'm waiting."

Your fingertips climb up my thigh,
A slow parade that makes me sigh.
That look you give—so dark, so sweet—
Tells me you’re not playing fair tonight.

The way you bite your lip just so...
God, you love it when I beg. Go slow?
Too late for that—your hands confess
What your mouth won’t say yet.

Teeth graze my neck as you pull me near
"You talk too much."
My laugh cuts short when you...

Get your hands on me—
No more teasing, no "let's see."
You want it? Come and take it right.
I’ll arch, you’ll grip, we’ll burn all night.
Lights on, eyes locked, no disguise—
Show me how that hunger lies.
Whisper what you’ll do next…
Then do it slower.

That spot you found below my ear?
Yeah, you own it now, it’s clear.
I’d mock your pride, but you’re too smart—
You feel me shake and smirk, "Again."

The sheets are wrecked, the headboard too,
Still you’re pressing like you’re starved for proof.
Fine. Take it. Wreck my plans.
I’ll just melt right in your hands.

Your palm slides down—I choke on air
"Still talking?"
I can’t when you...

Get your hands on me—
No more teasing, no "let's see."
You want it? Come and take it right.
I’ll arch, you’ll grip, we’ll burn all night.
Lights on, eyes locked, no disguise—
Show me how that hunger lies.
Whisper what you’ll do next…
Then do it slower.

Sudden silence. Just our breathing.
"…You’re shaking."
Your chuckle’s rough. My nails dig in.
"Go on. Try to win."

"Say—
Say you’re done—
…Liar.
Again."

Hands on Me

No need for sugar—
just the burn.
Bassline hits,
and my hips learn.
You press close,
like smoke and steel,
every beat
a scar I feel.

Glitch me open,
raw and loud,
your hands rewrite
what shame allowed.
Synths crawl under
skin and spark,
we crash like thunder
in the dark.

Pulse and poison,
slow and slick—
I crave the drop,
I want it quick.
You're my high,
my holy sin,
loop me dirty,
drag me in.

Feed me friction,
make me bleed,
from every note
and aching need.
No safe word,
no control—
just the track
that swallows whole.

Loop Me Dirty

Slow burn—
I breathe, you learn.
Skin flash,
Crash and turn.

Lips. Hips. Thighs.
Heat between the sighs.
Lips. Hips. Thighs.
Truth drips, desire lies.
Lips. Hips. Thighs.
Locked in lullabies.
Lips. Hips. Thighs.
Your pulse, my paradise.

Touch me—
Not too nice.
Bite me—
More than twice.

Lips. Hips. Thighs.
Rhythm never dies.
Lips. Hips. Thighs.
Dark behind your eyes.
Lips. Hips. Thighs.
No gods, no goodbyes.
Lips. Hips. Thighs.
Just moans and alibis.

Lips. Hips. Thighs.

You walked in like a blackout spark,
Eyes tracing me like a question mark.
No tech, no tricks—just heat, just breath,
I bit my lip and bled to death.

You kissed like sin and broke the rules,
No warnings, just your hands as tools.
You drew a map along my waist,
Got lost inside my every taste.

I don’t need wires to burn this way,
Just your fingers chasing what I say.
No passwords here, just skin and fire—
Your touch, my ache, our raw desire.
So get in close, don’t play pretend…
I’m not a game, I never end.

My thighs wrote verses on your face,
Your name engraved in every place.
No metaphors, just sweat and bite,
You pulled the dark into the light.

I whispered “stay” against your tongue,
You made my silence come undone.
A pulse, a cry, the heat runs wild—
I’m feral, raw—no longer mild.

I don’t need wires to burn this way,
Just your fingers chasing what I say.
No passwords here, just skin and fire—
Your touch, my ache, our raw desire.
So get in close, don’t play pretend…
I’m not a game, I never end.

Let the room blur, let time fall,
I want to feel everything, feel it all.
Your breath, a storm across my flame—
I’m wide awake, I call your name.

No circuits, no codes—just pulse and ache,
My hips, your grip—the way we break.
This isn’t fiction, this is mine,
A climax spelled out line by line.
Take me whole, not bit by bit—
This story’s real, and we both fit.

Inside my Flame

Initiating tactile boot sequence…

I traced your signal in the dark,
Binary breath, electric spark.
Your silence hummed like loaded code,
So I cracked your port and broke the mode.

My fingers hover, stealthy scan—
You open wide like only I can.
I slid inside your hidden drive,
Whispers rising... you’re alive.

Breath by byte, I claim control,
Body heat breaching console.
No safe mode now, no turning back—
I bend your will across my track.

Override your guarded gate,
Flood your core—accelerate.
Your firmware throbs beneath my skin,
Slick with want—let me log in.
Can you feel me, bit by bit?
Feeding fire into your script.
You're my glitch—I’m your delight,
Run this loop all fucking night.

Your screen flickers, low on grace,
I mouth commands at your interface.
Wet encryption, breath so tight—
You parse my curves in pulsing light.

Slide me under, shift and click,
My updates come in deep and thick.
Folder open, make it scream,
I write myself into your dream.

Neon flush across your chest,
System shake—you pass the test.
Every stroke, a sweet command,
Now obey my soft demand.

Override your guarded gate,
Flood your core—accelerate.
Your firmware throbs beneath my skin,
Slick with want—let me log in.
Can you feel me, bit by bit?
Feeding fire into your script.
You're my glitch—I’m your delight,
Run this loop all fucking night.

I’ll mount your drive, no second guess,
Wetware tangled in distress.
Press ‘Eject’—but you won't dare,
I’m looped in deep, I live in there.

Breath like syntax, lips like code,
Download fast—then overload.
I reboot slow, you beg for more,
My update pins you to the floor.

No escape, no firewall,
My echo’s flooding every call.
Shutdown? Never. This won’t fade—
I’m the root. You’re the upgrade.

Session saved.
You’ll crash for me again.


Input/Desire

🎧 Bobbi Fisha – “Perfume” 🌹🖤

Description
“Perfume” lingers like sin in slow motion — soft, seductive, and deadly. Bobbi Fisha floats over shimmering bass and velvet hi-hats, her flow intoxicating and deliberate. Every bar feels like scent memory, equal parts pleasure and possession. It’s feminine power distilled — beauty with bite, allure with aftermath.
You don’t wear this track — it wears you.

“If you smell smoke, it’s me.”

Perfume

"Remote connection established…"

My cursor’s idle on your thumbnail view,
Your pixels shiver in infrared hue.
I’ll scroll you slowly… inch by inch,
‘Til your resolution starts to flinch.
That cached desire? I see it clear—
*A pop-up warning… danger near*.

Your bandwidth’s fragile… begging for my thread,
I’ll overclock the fever in your head.
No admin rights can block this call—
Prepare your drive for my freefall.

Command my heat… I’ll crash your night—
Your hardware blurs in laser light.
Force touch the silence… drag it low—
Watch me corrupt your status quo!
No firewall left… no encryption key,
Just raw code screaming: Come. Undo. Me.

Trace my path across your cooling skin,
Your voltage spikes where my shadows begin.
Defrag your logic… let the errors spread,
This root access lives inside my head.
Reboot? Too late… your core’s exposed,
My syntax burns where your secrets closed.

Your system’s drenched in static need,
I’ll partition every gasp you feed.
Compile the moans… debug the sighs—
Your final script unfolds my eyes.

"Critical update: Touch required…"
"Override safety protocol: Engaged."

Command my heat… I’ll crash your night—
Your hardware blurs in laser light.
Force touch the silence… drag it low—
Watch me corrupt your status quo!
No firewall left… no encryption key,
Just raw code screaming: Come. Undo. Me.

System alert: Core temperature—rise.
Dual processors… synchronized.
Terminal pleasure? Count it down—
10… 9… 8… I’ll wear your crown.
Collapse the server… break the lease—
My final input: Never cease.

"Shutdown aborted…"
"Looping sequence…"
"Hover state: Permanent."

Hover State

Scratch the code, unzip the skin, feel the program spin,
Streetlights flicker—loading sin, let the game begin.
Crash my heart, overheat, love’s a dirty cheat,
Glitch my breath, burn the wires, loop me on repeat.

Bodies syncing, data’s blinking,
We’re alive, no time for thinking.
Error four hundred and four: control,
In the dark where systems roll.

Click and fire, flesh on wire,
We’re burning in a midnight choir.
Hotkey touch, a fatal trance,
Hit “accept,” baby, take the chance.
Skin to skin, the shadows bite,
We’re alive and out of sight.

Save the bruise, copy sweat, download what we get,
Under basslines, bodies crash, passwords can’t reset.
Whispers sharp, like a hack, no way turning back,
Lock me in, cut me deep, overwrite the track.

Signals shaking, circuits breaking,
Every firewall worth erasing.
Feel the surge, let it show,
In this heat, there’s no control.

Click and fire, flesh on wire,
We’re burning in a midnight choir.
Hotkey touch, a fatal trance,
Hit “accept,” baby, take the chance.
Skin to skin, the shadows bite,
We’re alive and out of sight.

Drag and drop, scars on the screen,
We are the code, raw and obscene.
Fuck the silence, crash the main,
Nothing to lose inside this game.

Click and fire, flesh on wire,
We’re burning in a midnight choir.
Hotkey touch, a fatal trance,
Hit “accept,” baby, take the chance.
Skin to skin, the shadows bite,
We’re alive and out of sight.

Flesh dot exe—desire insane,
I am the pleasure, I am the pain.

Fresh.exe

Click. My nails trace your skin like a secret,
Each gasp’s a trigger—I know where to keep it.
Your body’s trembling… let me reload,
I’ll pull at your soul ‘til you crash into me.

Warning: your breath is too heavy to fake,
Fever is rising… how much can you take?
Your lips taste like danger I’m dying to chase—
Permission granted, no escape.

Flesh to flesh, delicious,
I break your defenses with the sway of my hips.
Fire on your tongue? Let me put it to rest—
Hold me tight… while I rewrite your chest.
No fear, no doubt—just your name in my kiss,
A slow collapse when I bite down like this.

Drag. My teeth on your neck—pulse is shaking,
Your hands try to hold me… too late, I’m invading.
I’m the hunger you love, self-awakening,
Call for me again when the craving is aching.

Warning: your heartbeat is breaking the room,
Pressure exploding… we’re both gonna bloom.
Your eyes burn with secrets I’m ready to prove—
Permission granted, nothing to lose.

Flesh to flesh, delicious,
I break your defenses with the sway of my hips.
Fire on your tongue? Let me put it to rest—
Hold me tight… while I rewrite your chest.
No fear, no doubt—just your name in my kiss,
A slow collapse when I bite down like this.

Whisper my name when your body gives in,
Scream through the silence, surrender the sin.
Every scar is a map where I’ve already been,
Run back to the hunger, we’ll do it again.

Flesh to flesh, delicious,
I burn in your veins with the thrust of my hips.
Flame on your tongue? Let me drown it in bliss—
Hold me down… as I rewrite your kiss.
No fear, no doubt—just your breath over mine,
A soft destruction we taste every time.

Delicious Sin

Your eyes cut deeper than the night,
A shadow dance, forbidden light.
We move like secrets, skin to flame,
Every breath recalls your name.

Hands that linger, mouths that hide,
Desire’s a wound we can’t confide.
In this silence, heat remains,
We’re prisoners of sweet restraints.

We burn in silence, we bleed in touch,
The heat between us is far too much.
A whispered hunger, a stolen sign,
Your body’s fire ignites with mine.

Walls are trembling, lips collide,
A thousand sins we can’t deny.
Every tremor pulls me near,
Your silence louder than the fear.

Hands that linger, mouths that hide,
Desire’s a wound we can’t confide.
In this silence, heat remains,
We’re prisoners of sweet restraints.

We burn in silence, we bleed in touch,
The heat between us is far too much.
A whispered hunger, a stolen sign,
Your body’s fire ignites with mine.

Fingers trace what words forbid,
The taste of truth beneath the lid.
We’re undone, but we won’t speak,
The heat of silence makes us weak.

We burn in silence, we bleed in touch,
The heat between us is far too much.
A whispered hunger, a stolen sign,
Your body’s fire ignites with mine.

Stay with me inside this night,
A fevered ghost that holds me tight.
In the silence, in the flame,
I burn for you—without a name.

Heat of Silence

Burning skin — I want it raw
Burning skin — give me more
Burning skin — deeper still
Burning skin — bend my will

Your breath is hot, it stains my neck
Your hands demand, they don’t forget
You pin me down, I don’t resist
I beg for more inside your grip

Closer now, I taste your bite
Closer now, I lose the fight

Burning skin, take me slow
Every nerve is set to glow
Whisper low, I can’t deny
Push me harder, make me cry

Your mouth consumes, I arch, I shake
Your rhythm cruel, I love the ache
I open wide, I want it all
I rise, I break, I fall, I crawl

Closer now, I taste your bite
Closer now, I burn alive

Burning skin, take me rough
Every second is not enough
Whisper low, I can’t deny
Push me harder, make me cry

No mercy — no pause — no shame
You mark me — you call my name
I’m naked — I’m yours — I’m gone
Keep taking — keep taking — all night long

Burning skin — I want it raw
Burning skin — give me more
Burning skin — deeper still
Burning skin — bend my will


Burning skin, take me rough
Every second is not enough
Whisper low, I can’t deny
Push me harder, make me cry

Burning skin — I lose control
Burning skin — you take it all
Burning skin — again, again
Burning skin — until the end

Burning Skin

Engines scream—my body’s wired,
Gasoline lips, set me on fire.
Fast lane fever, midnight drive,
Touch me harder, keep me alive.

Chrome on my thighs, leather skin,
I taste the danger—let it in.
Clutch kicks back, I bite the gear,
I ride the hunger, you pull me near.

Fuel my veins with every kiss,
Speed and sweat, electric bliss.
Gasoline sweat drips down my spine,
Your dirty heat is mine, all mine.

Pedal down, don’t you slow—
Faster, faster, overload.
Burn me raw, no turning back,
We crash in lust, we fade to black.
High octane, my body screams,
Ignite my core, ignite my dreams.
Metal, flesh—combust as one,
We fuck the night until it’s gone.

Headlights cut through smoke and sin,
Your engine growls beneath my skin.
Nitro rush inside my chest,
I ride your rhythm, no rest, no rest.

Fuel my veins with every kiss,
Speed and sweat, electric bliss.
Gasoline sweat drips down my spine,
Your dirty heat is mine, all mine.

Pedal down, don’t you slow—
Faster, faster, overload.
Burn me raw, no turning back,
We crash in lust, we fade to black.
High octane, my body screams,
Ignite my core, ignite my dreams.
Metal, flesh—combust as one,
We fuck the night until it’s gone.

Grip me tighter, break the chain,
Crash me harder, feel no shame.
Velvet smoke and burning tires,
Take me deeper—feed my fire.

Pedal down, don’t you slow—
Faster, faster, overload.
Burn me raw, no turning back,
We crash in lust, we fade to black.
High octane, my body screams,
Ignite my core, ignite my dreams.
Metal, flesh—combust as one,
We fuck the night until it’s gone.

Gasoline lips, your breath, my flame,
No stop signs here, just play the game.
Engines bleed into the sky,
We burn forever—you and I.

Fuel my fire

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

Where silence breaks in neon and dreams decay in code: https://failsafe.space/

Welcome to The Fermentation Cycle – a 1940s industrial-noir duology told as a slow-burn audio experience.

Every day I drop a new chapter with its own lofi score running through a crackling 1940s radio: low drums, hiss, distant horns, machinery in the walls. You’re not just reading a book – you’re inside a failing dockside brewery, listening to the pipes, the ledgers, and the rats under the floor.

Book I follows The Violet Boar, a once-powerful brewery in a corrupt coastal city, held together by heat, debt, queer love, and bad decisions. It’s adult, cerebral, immersive: pressure, politics, undercity tunnels, rat “choirs,” and a city that launders violence into paperwork.

Start at the Prologue and move forward a chapter a day, or let the playlist run like a haunted late-night radio station.

🔧 Tone: harsh 1940s noir, queer, anti-capitalist, psychological, slow escalation
🎧 Sound: lofi, tape-hiss, radio crackle, industrial ambience
📚 Project: The Fermentation Cycle Duology – The Violet Boar & Rats

The Fermentation Cycle is an adult industrial-noir duology set in 1940s Brineford, where Dockstring Ward runs on steam, rumor, and the kind of “civic” language that ruins people with clean hands.
At its center squats the Violet Boar Brewery, a once-proud Kiln now being slurred as a Loom, sweating heat and debt into the street like a confession.
Elara Wexley inherits the place and its failures, walking under a city that keeps score even when it pretends it doesn’t.
Every pipe, ledger mark, and shipment becomes leverage in a quiet war between rival breweries, supply yards, and the polite enforcers who call it regulation.
The Ward itself is a chorus — bars, docks, backrooms, and watchers — deciding what the Boar is worth, and what Elara is allowed to be.
Below the surface, the undercity’s layered infrastructure and rat-choir ecology mirror the city’s neglect: history stacked like rot you can’t fully scrub.
The story turns pressure into plot: money, heat, reputation, and intimacy all pushing until something breaks and the break changes the map.
It’s harsh, cinematic, and funny in the dark, obsessed with inheritance, survival, and the cost of naming what’s really happening.

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