This track is part of a 20-track Eurodance anthology — spanning from Italo origins to neo-revivals — built to push immersive 3D audio to its limits, turning nostalgia and night energy into a fully spatial club experience.
Cold light.


Heavy spine.
No rest.

Alarm hits.
Bones crack.
Stand slow.
No track.

Push the floor.
Beat is war.

Back pain, daylight —
Dark pulse, no fight.
Used to rise at eight —
Now I crawl too late.

Coffee burn.
Nerves scream.
No turn.
No dream.

Push the floor.
Beat is war.

Back pain, daylight —
Dark pulse, no fight.
Used to rise at eight —
Now I crawl too late.

Break me.
Shake me.
Bassline owns me.
Spin me.
Burn me.
Dark beat drives me.

Back pain, daylight —
Dark pulse, no fight.
Used to rise at eight —
Now I crawl too late.

Morning… Pain…
Morning… Pain…

Beat is war

Stronger… stronger tonight!  

City lights are shining down  
Every step, I own this town  
On the floor I feel alive  
This is where my soul can thrive  

Every shadow fades away  
I am stronger every day  

Turn it up, don’t let it fall  
Feel the fire, hear the call  

Stronger tonight, I’m breaking free  
No one can take this power from me  
Stronger tonight, I feel the beat  
Dancing forever, on my feet  
Stronger tonight, my voice is loud  
High on the rhythm, proud in the crowd  
Stronger tonight, no end in sight  
Living my truth in the heat of the night  

Every heartbeat is my song  
On this floor is where I belong  
Love is glowing, pure and real  
Every motion makes me heal  

Raise your hands and shout it high  
We will never say goodbye  

Turn it up, don’t let it fall  
Feel the fire, hear the call  

Stronger tonight, I’m breaking free  
No one can take this power from me  
Stronger tonight, I feel the beat  
Dancing forever, on my feet  
Stronger tonight, my voice is loud  
High on the rhythm, proud in the crowd  
Stronger tonight, no end in sight  
Living my truth in the heat of the night  

No more silence, no disguise  
I see freedom in my eyes  

Stronger tonight, I’m breaking free  
No one can take this power from me  
Stronger tonight, I feel the beat  
Dancing forever, on my feet…  

Stronger… stronger tonight!

Dancing for my life

Wedding china rattles, whispers break like glass

She parades in borrowed lace,
Press shots, sugar paste.
But the name she carved on that wristband tag
Scratches like claws from a paper bag.

Every crib bell rings familiar,
Like the jingle on my radiator.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Her smug smile smells of powdered skin,
But all I taste is the litter bin.
Behind the lullabies and staged applause,
I hear my tabby sharpening claws.

Every rattle’s got the same old sound,
Echo of paws still running around.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Baptism bowl or water dish,
Stealing names won’t grant her wish.
She plays the saint with a plagiarized crown,
But cats don’t kneel, they tear thrones down.

Copycat cradle—falling apart.
Copycat cradle—poor little start.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Forever branded with a borrowed fur,
I’ll keep the original—she’ll always be a blur.

Rattling dishes, silence bites back.

She called her kid like my cat

When you feed me  
All your hidden codes  
It’s a different high, upload  
When you stream it  
I get vulnerable  
In the circuit glow, oh no  

Are you too encrypted  
To give me your datas?  
They just slipped through my hands  
But could you take the risk on me?  
Can you erase it all  
To give me your datas?  
Yeah, I burned the drive before  
But I’m asking you to believe  
To give me your datas  
To give me your datas  

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  

When you feed me (when you feed me)  
All your hidden codes (all your hidden codes)  
It’s a different high, upload  
When you stream it (when you stream it)  
I get vulnerable (I get vulnerable)  
In the circuit glow, oh no  

Are you too encrypted  
To give me your datas?  
They just slipped through my hands  
But could you take the risk on me?  
Can you erase it all  
To give me your datas?  
Yeah, I burned the drive before  
But I’m asking you to believe  
To give me your datas  
To give me your datas  

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  
Ah-ah-  
To give me your datas  
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah  

Give me your datas

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.

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