I crash the code, no one gets the math,
Living in loops, burning down the path.
Thirty hours straight, no food, no sleep,
Noise in my skull, secrets I keep.

Is it me, or is it wired this way?
A spectrum glare, it never fades.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m gone,
Autistic static keeps dragging me along.
Can’t fake the crowd, can’t play their game,
But I build my world and I burn their frame.

Album of a sick teenage queen,
I stitch her chaos into the machine.
Every line screams, but I won’t bleed,
Silence is power, distortion’s the creed.

Is it broken, or is it just my skin?
I drown outside, but I fight within.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m raw,
Autistic static’s the only law.
Can’t fit your mold, can’t wear your chain,
But I write the noise that erases pain.

Don’t tell me “normal,” don’t tell me “cure,”
I’ve seen your world, it’s sick, impure.
My code, my sound, they’re scars I trust,
Your golden idols just rot to dust.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m free,
Autistic static, that’s holy to me.
I’ll burn the script, I’ll break your stage,
Grunge in my veins, autistic rage.

I think I’m on the spectrum

Compadre, escucha…  
Esto es lo que vive un alma mexicana con pesos en la piel  

Camino con mis botas sobre tierra de maíz  
Mis raíces pesan más que un maletín lleno de billetes  
Dicen que el oro compra respeto, compran miradas  
Pero no conocen los sueños que trae la cara marcada  

Tengo el cénit de mis padres en la sangre  
He visto tortillas, hemos criado esperanza  
Pero el espejo me dice: “quién eres tú?”  
Cuando el dinero habla, el alma no se vende aún  
  
Dinero y alma, no se mezclan bien  
Pesos despiertan, pero no me roban quién soy  
Dinero y alma, no se venden mal  
Soy más que lo que tienes, más que lo que das  

Traigo tatuajes de pueblo, memorias que arden  
No traigo cadenas, traigo historia, traigo hambre  
Si me das plata, ya verás si pago el precio  
Pero no vendas tu sombra por huesos huecos  

Quiero que sepas que el orgullo es moneda también  
Que saber que eres tierra vale más que caudales en papel  
No me deslumbra el brillo si olvida el origen  
No me tientes con lujos si el corazón no dirige  

Dinero y alma, no se mezclan bien  
Pesos despiertan, pero no me roban quién soy  
Dinero y alma, no se venden mal  
Soy más que lo que tienes, más que lo que das  
  
Aquí bajo el cielo mexicano  
Donde canto con el viento  
Donde cada peso lleva un cuento  
De sacrificio, de sangre, de aliento  

Dinero y alma, no se mezclan bien  
Pesos despiertan, pero no me roban quién soy  
Dinero y alma, no se venden mal  
Soy más que lo que tienes, más que lo que das  
Dinero y alma, no se mezclan bien  
Pesos despiertan, pero no me roban quién soy  
Dinero y alma, no se venden mal  
Soy más que lo que tienes, más que lo que das  

Dinero y alma

System crash… no escape
Hope erased… can’t update

Every pixel cuts my face
Every signal leaves no trace
Scrolling nights, the endless fall
It doesn’t get better at all

[Pre-Chorus]
Error static in my brain
Every loop just feels the same

[Chorus]
It doesn’t get better at all
Glitching high, then watching me fall
It doesn’t get better at all
Digital silence, nothing to call

[Verse 2]
Synthetic love, it fades to grey
Bodies vanish, codes decay
Broken mirrors on the wall
It doesn’t get better at all

[Pre-Chorus]
Error static in my brain
Every loop just feels the same

[Chorus]
It doesn’t get better at all
Glitching high, then watching me fall
It doesn’t get better at all
Digital silence, nothing to call

[Bridge]
Bzzt—crash—shut down my skin
Noise inside, I can’t begin
Bzzt—crash—shut down my skin
Dark horizon pulling me in

[Final Chorus]
It doesn’t get better at all
Glitching high, then watching me fall
It doesn’t get better at all
Digital silence, nothing to call

It doesn’t get better at all (Pop Rock reload)

あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ
弾め、弾め、そうだ（振りほどけ）
くそっ
おう！

これが欲しいだろ（手上げろ）
これが欲しいだろ
これが欲しいだろ
ジャージーの角、弾みたいだけだ（振りほどけ）
弾みたいだけだ、あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ
弾みたい、身体で、身体で（振りほどけ）

低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
跳ね上げるぜ、くそっ（下へ、振りほどけ）

これが欲しいだろ
これが欲しいだろ
これが欲しいだろ
弾みたいだけだ、あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ
弾みたい、身体で、身体で（振りほどけ）

夜の路地でライトが裂ける、俺らの影が踊るだけ
スニーカー踏み鳴らし、ビートが胸を裂くぜ
街の匂い、汗とタバコ、歓声は遠くで膨れるだけ
でもここで繋がる、身体が合図を出すだけ
弾け飛ぶ鼓動、足元から伝う震え
ストリートのルール、それは速さと強さの証拠だぜ
俺は声上げない、ただもっと深く沈むだけ
君は踊れ、止まるな、今夜を焼き尽くすまで

低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
跳ね上げるぜ、くそっ（下へ、振りほどけ）

これが欲しいだろ
これが欲しいだろ
これが欲しいだろ
弾みたいだけだ、あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ
弾みたい、身体で、身体で（振りほどけ）

振れ、解き放て、足下の地鳴りを感じろ
声は要らない、身体が喋る、ビートが証言する
汗が光る、鼓動を刻め、誰も止められない
今だけが真実だ、終わりなき夜を刻め

フロアは蒸気、俺らは炎、瞬間を奪い合う戦士
視線ぶつかり、呼吸合わせ、言葉は不要の取引
重低音が胸を押し潰すたびに心は解放される
ここにいる証、足跡はリズムに焼き付くぜ
礼はいらない、戻る場所も知らないけど構わない
君と俺が動くたび、街はまた一つ生まれ変わる
弾み続けろ、折れずに前へ、魂を震わせろ
夜明けまで踊る、それが誓いだ、止まるな

低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
低くいけ、低くいけ（下へ、下へ）
跳ね上げるぜ、くそっ（下へ、振りほどけ）

これが欲しいだろ
これが欲しいだろ
これが欲しいだろ
弾みたいだけだ、あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ あっ
弾みたい、身体で、身体で（振りほどけ）

振りほどけ、振りほどけ
振りほどけ、振れ、振れ、振れ

Go low, 低くいけ (Japanese Rap reload)

Dead love… still burnin’ in my bones…

I was the girl with your name in a song,
Held your hand while the nights dragged on.
Chemo light, a radio hum,
I swore I’d love you when the end would come.

Now they whisper I’ve lost my way,
But you’re the ghost that makes me stay.

I dig through the clay where the wildflowers grow,
Pour whiskey on your stone, watch the river flow.
They call me crazy, but you always knew,
I’m still in love, still burning for you.

Your grave’s past town where the pine trees lean,
I bring my heart where your soul has been.
That old dress still smells like rain,
Every thread hums your name again.

I dig through the clay where the wildflowers grow,
Pour whiskey on your stone, watch the river flow.
They call me crazy, but you always knew,
I’m still in love, still burning for you.

Radio static and a blood-red sky,
Every mile I drive, I ask you why.
Guess I’m half-alive till I’m back with you,
Six feet down where the love rings true.

I dig through the clay where the wildflowers grow,
Pour whiskey on your stone, watch the river flow.
They call me crazy, but you always knew,
I’m still in love, still burning for you.

Dead love… still burnin’ in my bones.

I dig through the clay (Country Rock reload)

Sunlight cuts through Sunday air,
I still find your ghost in there.

I’ve been chasing easy highs,
Trading truth for alibis.
Every word I meant to send,
Died inside the things I defend.
Tried to fake that I moved on,
Wrote your name into a song.
Every chord keeps pulling through,
Still a thousand miles from you.

All my noise just fades away,
When I hear your quiet say—

Take me back to simple, where we breathe the same,
No masks, no blame, just the sound of names.
Every wall I built starts to fall tonight,
Every wrong I’ve owned finds a little light.
Take me back to simple, where the heart can stay,
We get lost, but we find a way.

Coffee cold, the record spins,
Same old fight beneath my skin.
Tried to love without the weight,
But peace don’t come when you hesitate.
Told myself that I’d forgive,
But it’s harder when you live.
Every step feels halfway home,
Still I walk that road alone.

All my noise just fades away,
When I hear your quiet say—

Take me back to simple, where we breathe the same,
No masks, no blame, just the sound of names.
Every wall I built starts to fall tonight,
Every wrong I’ve owned finds a little light.
Take me back to simple, where the heart can stay,
We get lost, but we find a way.

Every scar is just design,
Proof we tried, proof we shined.
If the dark comes, let it show,
How much light we had to grow.

Take me back to simple, where we breathe the same,
No masks, no blame, just the sound of names.
Every wall I built starts to fall tonight,
Every wrong I’ve owned finds a little light.
Take me back to simple, where the heart can stay,
We get lost, but we find a way.

Sunlight cuts through Sunday air,
I still find your ghost in there.
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Sunlight cuts through Sunday air,

Take me back to simple (Blue Eyed Soul reload)

Can you feel me now?
Used to be your shadow, but tonight I’m neon

Last week we ran this place, side by side
Two queens, no fear, hands up to the sky
But rumors spin quick, loyalty’s thin
You changed the rules, now I play to win
Spotlight’s burning, I’m hotter than fire
You thought you’d break me, just fed my desire
Stole your secrets, learned all your moves
Now I’m on stage and I’ve got nothing to lose

You watch from the corner, eyes throwing knives
I know every weakness you try to disguise
Tonight I’m not holding, I won’t play nice
You built up your kingdom, now I roll the dice

I’ll dance on your throne,
Turn your crown to gold confetti
Take your power, make it mine
Watch me run this city
You said I’d never glow alone
But now the spotlight’s set me free
I’ll dance on your throne,
That’s where I’m meant to be

Chasing your reflection, but now it’s clear
I’m not in your shadow, I’m shifting the gears
You called me a friend, but played me for sport
Now I’m rewriting all the lines in your court
Your followers watching, they know what I’m worth
I rewrite the ending, I own every verse
Take a sip of your envy, taste my success
Tonight’s for the rivals who settle for less

Your glitter’s fake, your empire’s glass
You never thought I’d make it last
But I know all the shortcuts, every backdoor
You built up these walls, now I own the floor

I’ll dance on your throne,
Turn your crown to gold confetti
Take your power, make it mine
Watch me run this city
You said I’d never glow alone
But now the spotlight’s set me free
I’ll dance on your throne,
That’s where I’m meant to be

I’m not your echo, I’m a siren tonight
You lost your kingdom, I claim the light
Raise up a glass for the friends we outgrow
All eyes on me when I steal the show

I’ll dance on your throne,
Turn your crown to gold confetti
Take your power, make it mine
Watch me run this city
You said I’d never glow alone
But now the spotlight’s set me free
I’ll dance on your throne,
That’s where I’m meant to be


I’ll dance on your throne (Unreleased)

Alarm cracks at six, echo in my bones
Stiff spine, broken rest — daylight cuts like stones
Once I rose at eight, clean work, marching on
Now I drag through frames, ache where muscles dawn

I feel the pulse, the weight, dragging me down

Wake me up, though I’m already torn
Darkness bleeds into the morn
Fever in my back, shadows in my skin
I used to rise at eight, now the ache won’t let me win

Yesterday’s promise, slipping under sheets
Once strong arms to build, now fatigue defeats
Coffee burns my tongue, but never heals the load
Every breath, a war, in this hollow road

Heartbeat syncs with wires, circuits of despair

Wake me up, though I’m already torn
Darkness bleeds into the morn
Fever in my back, shadows in my skin
I used to rise at eight, now the ache won’t let me win

Time was on my side, now it’s just the grind

Wake me up, though I’m already torn
Darkness bleeds into the morn
Fever in my back, shadows in my skin
I used to rise at eight, now the ache won’t let me win

Wake me up (Unreleased)

A lush orchestral twist on reggae — strings, brass, and bass in elegant syncopation.
Classical textures meet deep groove and spatial design for a modern, cinematic fusion.

Reggae (Hyper Classical reload)

Flash lights, the bass is low.
You move fast, and yes, I know.
Raise your glass, let yourself go.
We don’t need any words tonight.

Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Keep it classy, dance like you mean it, hey.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
We don’t do messy, just move, don’t say.

(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk, don’t talk, don’t—
(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk to the DJ.
(Oh-oh)
Trashy no, classy flow.
Spin that track, let’s go.

Strobe lights hit, bodies in time.
You look too good, staying in line.
No small talk, no rewind.
Just bass, sweat, and shine.

Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Hands up classy, dance like you mean it, hey.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
We don’t do messy, just move, don’t say.

(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk, don’t talk, don’t—
(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk to the DJ.
(Oh-oh)
Keep that glow, feel that show.
Spin that track, let’s go.

Keep your vibe, don’t lose control.
Feel the beat, it feeds your soul.
Let the rhythm make the call.
The DJ’s world — that’s all.

Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Keep it classy, dance like you mean it, hey.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
We don’t do messy, just move, don’t say.

Turn it up, don’t explain.
Lose the name, keep the flame.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Just move, don’t say.

Don’t talk to the DJ

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

New tracks tagged #Reverse FX