A cinematic industrial-trap duet set on the frontlines of heaven.
Silk Nun holds overwatch from the spire while Silk Jesus breaches the gates below — bullets become blessings, love becomes strategy.
Glitch choirs, distorted brass, and holy 808s collide in a sacred firefight between devotion and destruction.
Every reload is a prayer, every kill a confession, every heartbeat a respawn.

Mixed with 528 Hz restoration and 4.5 Hz theta pulse, this track merges warfare, faith, and connection —
a divine co-op mission where romance and combat share the same radio channel.

> “Two saints synced through digital pain.”

Welcome to CO-OP: HOLY WAR — the sacred frequency of love under fire.


Co-Op: Holy War

After the Holy War, the battlefield moved inward.
Eden fell — not to demons, but to reflections.
Now, the fight isn’t in heaven or hell.
It’s inside the mind.

Silk Nun and Silk Jesus return as co-op souls on the same team —
empathy and wrath, heart and discipline,
two divine frequencies tuned to the same mission:
to reclaim the light that narcissism devoured.

They don’t fight each other — they fight through themselves.
She cuts through webs of deceit with feeling;
he burns through illusion with reason.
Together, they stand back-to-back on the frontlines of Eden —
love and logic fused into spiritual artillery.

Ethereal trap meets psychological warfare.
Female screams crash through the mix like empathy exploding;
male vocals ground the chaos in sacred clarity.
Between them, the radio crackles with lessons — calm wisdom glitching into rage,
as the divine learns to speak in static again.

This isn’t a love song.
It’s a mirror exorcism.
Empathy versus narcissism.
Light versus manipulation.
Two saints, one mission — to cleanse the battlefield within.

> “The frontlines aren’t out there — they’re inside.”



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Empath Frontlines

“Circuit Court Gospel (The Silk Deposition)” is a 4-minute cinematic glitchpunk confession — a protest track turned public testimony. Performed by Silk & Circuitry, it merges courtroom trauma, psychiatric injustice, and lived survival into one unflinching sonic deposition.

This isn’t just a song — it’s evidence.

Jesse James (Silk Jesus) was gassed while sleeping in a men’s refuge. The heater leaked carbon monoxide. He woke confused, in pain, and believes he was injected with methamphetamine while unconscious. The system — instead of helping — ignored the forensic signs, rejected his pleas, and framed him as a threat. Despite 23 clean urine screens and zero criminal history, rumors were fed into policy, medication was abruptly cut off, and Jesse’s health collapsed under the weight of abandonment.

When he cried out — in pain, in desperation — the local hospital was shut down as a precaution. But the refuge where he was poisoned? It was left untouched.

This track is about that silence.

It’s a glitch-gospel chronicle of what happens when medical neglect, psychiatric power, and trauma collide. It’s about being punished for being unwell, and misunderstood for demanding truth. Every verse in this song is pulled from the actual court documents and forensic psychiatric report dated November 2025. Every sound is haunted by what went unsaid in rooms that should have healed.

Silk Jesus isn’t just testifying.
He’s demanding justice.
For himself. For every patient denied care.
For the ones who were gassed and injected.
For every fly caught in a web they didn’t weave.

Production blends:

Forensic poetry and static-soaked sermons

Industrial trap drums, glitchy choirs, ambient drone textures

layered harmonies and whispered courtroom echoes

Cinematic structure — not verses, but chapters in a deposition


This is not a fantasy. This is not metaphor.
It happened — and it still happens.



If you’ve ever been failed by a system built to help you, this track is for you.
If you’ve ever been punished for surviving, this gospel is yours.



Lyrics: Silk Jesus
Production/Concept: Silk & Circuitry
Cover Art: Digital oil painting — corrupted courtroom vision, broken heater, shattered records, and the stained-glass gaze of Silk Nun



Listen closely. The fuse was lit long before the flame.
Justice isn’t quiet — it glitches, it howls, and it survives in sound.



Circuit Court Gospel (The Silk Deposition)

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



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