What brushes me makes me weak
I hide where no light leaks

I belong to chains that bind
Leave as soon as love turns blind
I won’t take the lonely way
I escape the risks each day

With you I fall apart
Without you I fall apart

In the shade
I hide a little more
In the shade
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze
In the shade (in the shade)
I hide a little more

Though I carry hate inside
You still hear me, never hide
Let the angel guard this story
With you I lose my glory
Without you I lose my glory

With you I fall apart
Without you I fall apart

In the shade
I hide a little more
In the shade
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze

Cold inside my veins
Darkness still remains
Every step is pain
I can’t break the chain

In the shade (in the shade)
I hide a little more
In the shade (in the shade)
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze

In the shade (in the shade)
In the shade (in the shade)

In the shade

Yeah
Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Glitter eyes, broken heels
Chaos feels

Cheap champagne — pour it, watch it shiver
Lipstick stains on the rim, call it silver river
Glitter eyes, glitter lies, city neon steals
Broken heels — step loud — hear the chaos feels
We move cold, move quick, pockets and the pills
Night breathes slow but the heartbeat kills
She leans in, whispers names I don’t keep
Dancing close, shallow talk — real runs cheap
This is paint on a smile, cracked like tile
We burn the script, play the part, stay a while
Fake confession, cheap affection, clocked-out thrills
We trade our scars for a minute of the chills

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bathroom smoke, mirror wrote our names in steam
Stolen lines on napkins, taped to shattered dreams
Every joke hits harder after too much wine
We spit and kiss — taste the salt and wine
Falling hard — no parachute, this is gravity
Kiss then spit — that’s the law of the cavity
I don’t care — I say it like a mask I wear
Live for the buzz, for the push, for the dare
Hands on the waist, breath on the neck, heartbeat drum
Pulse syncopated with the beat of the scum
This town’s a theater and we sell the guilt
Curtain falls quick — pockets full, feelings wilt

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bodies crash — tomorrow’s dead on arrival
Cameras flash — freeze-frame our denial
Call me trash — I’ll own it, mouth a grin
Every sin picks a suit that fits skin-thin
Night’s a thief — takes the good and leaves the ache
We count the costs when the bottle’s at the brake

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights

Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Nothing’s real — but the chaos stays

Cynical love (Cloud Rap reload)

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

Leaves breathe like lungs in smoke,
I step where the shadows spoke.

Branches hum like broken strings,
Moonlight bleeds through silver wings.
Every root remembers pain,
Every whisper knows my name.

Something moves between the trees,
Soft as sorrow, hard to see.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Heartbeats melt, the light decays.
Every dream I try to save
Turns to dust beneath their gaze.

Faces bloom from bark and stone,
Eyes like mirrors, never shown.
Steps dissolve in dripping air,
Every silence pulls me there.

Something moves between the trees,
Breathing slow, becoming me.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Heartbeats melt, the light decays.
Every dream I try to save
Turns to dust beneath their gaze.

I am the hunger, I am the sound,
I am the roots that pull you down.
No escape, no dawn to find,
The forest grows inside your mind.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Echoed screams in green parade.
Every face becomes the same,
Every breath forgets my name.

Leaves breathe…
I disappear…


In the forest of monsters (Shoegaze Rock reload)

She rides the skyline with eighteen thousand cries  
Mist of dim alleyways, whispers of the wise  
In the blackened chambers where secrets wake  
I call your name, I cross the threshold’s break  

Agrat bat Mahlat, nocturne queen arise  
We chant the rune, we open the gate  
Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

In the house of shadows you dance on the roof  
Sorceresses tremble beneath your proof  
I trace your sigils on the dust and the rust  
I surrender my doubt, I surrender my trust  

Agrat bat Mahlat, nocturne queen arise  
We chant the rune, we open the gate  
Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

Agrat bat Mahlat,
nin-kur-nu, nin-ur-bar,
eš-eš mu-lu-sa,
zi-ur-ur an-ta ki-ta.

Agrat bat Mahlat, nocturne queen arise  
We chant the rune, we open the gate  
Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

Agrat bat Mahlat

I woke this mornin with the Devil on my trail
Got a pocket full of nothin and a heart about to fail
Storm clouds gather where my shadow ought to be
Two steps behind me is the trouble meant for me
I hear it breathin in the gravel at my heel
Bad luck follows closer than a secret you cant conceal

Oh Lord hear me cryin though my words fall low
I drag this broken spirit where the cold winds blow

Mama told me once boy you were born in a crooked line
Every road you walk turns bitter with the brine
River keeps risin though the sky stays dry
And the crow on the fence dont never blink an eye
I keep on runnin but the world wont let me through
Two steps behind me is the sorrow I always knew

Oh Lord hear me cryin though my words fall low
I drag this broken spirit where the cold winds blow
If fortune ever loved me she left no sign
Cause the bad luck follows me like a dog on a rusty chain of mine

I tried workin in the fields till my hands went stone
Tried prayin for an answer but the Lord stayed gone
I dropped a coin in the river hopin fate might bend
But the ripple came back whisperin boy there aint no end
I see footprints in the dirt that aint quite mine
Two steps behind me is the shadow I cant define

If fortune ever loved me she left no sign
Cause the bad luck follows me like a dog on a rusty chain of mine

If the train comes rollin I might climb aboard
Let the engine drown the curses Ive stored
But I know deep down on that rattlin line
Trouble rides the caboose waitin for my sign

Oh Lord hear me cryin though my words fall low
I drag this broken spirit where the cold winds blow
If fortune ever loved me she left no sign
Cause the bad luck follows me like a dog on a rusty chain of mine

And when I lay down in the earth so still
Two steps behind me trouble waits there still

Oh Lord hear me cryin

Midnight halls glitch open wide
Old voices flicker in my neural drive
Data-elders humming in the grain
Heritage coded straight into my brain

I walk the halls like circuits lit in flame
Echo-masters carved my name in every frame
Footsteps looping in a time-bent room
Legacy humming like a distant boom
Every note I hit is ghost-powered fuel
Ancient wisdom riding on a modern tool
Heart syncs up with the lineage line
Uploading every craft they refined

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning steady in a pixel flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Hyper-pulse climbing just to help us survive
Conservatory grind to the midnight stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising where the waveforms sway
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Metronome ticking like a clock in my bones
Morning drills shaking through the practice stones
Pages bent from decades of devotion
Sweat-patina marking every motion
Masters left signs like graffiti in the air
Tiny micro-gestures coded everywhere
My modern horn lifts what the old ones gave
Sampling the souls we’re sworn to save

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning steady in a pixel flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Hyper-pulse climbing just to help us survive
Conservatory grind to the midnight stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising where the waveforms sway
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Let the past stay etched in the tone
Let the masters sculpt how far we’ve grown
Every modern step anchored in their sound
A compass spinning as the years turn around

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor every voice that taught us to survive
Measured phrases drifting in a neon sway
We carry the elders with us today
Heritage glowing where the lines vibrate
Respect for the past lighting the way

Keep the lineage alive (Hyperpop reload)

Flesh twists in place, no room to breathe
My pulse jumps high then crashes again
Some shape rides close, too near to avoid
Harsh growls push deep like crawling fever ghosts

Freak Vessel
Freak Vessel

The room sinks low and waits
All sounds fall flat
Something slips out
Crawls through my brain

Once rage bites down I lunge
Got no calm at all
To crush this twisted laugh
And drag it into dust

Freak Vessel
Freak Vessel

Search out raw bites to tear
To feed my shaking
But hunger claws back hard
No purge can drown this beast

Once fear snaps loose I swing
No ending for me
To crush its choking grin
And grind it into ash

Freak Vessel
Freak Vessel
Freak Vessel
Freak Vessel
Freak Vessel
Freak Vessel

Freak Vessel

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.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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