Only Me

After Dusk Pt. 1

Before The Light Stops

.soulsand littered with fingers, organ markets litter the candle lit streets 'o dreadcounty.

PROD LORD ZUCKO
MASTER'D BY DOLLBREAKER

!!LYRICS!!

oar tusk
human husk
bear guts on crows peak
im turnin up
we throwin up
my lead moves at gods speed
harvest yer flesh in the tub
got you limpin
yer kidney worth some change its yer guts that im flippin
ice tub
ghb
my pretty liver figurine
ripperdoc rusty yeah my tools
they is never clean
n if i sell your cornea
ill fetch myself a pint of lean
got activis in my canteen
n my 45 speaks 4 me
chasing the moment that i met you
cuz back then i aint understand u
and nowadays i cant fuckin stand you
bastardized thoughts as i lost u to the rear view
take your bones n meat n grind you
take yer bones n bones n bones they wont find u
Boar Tusk Human Husk
Boar Tusk Human Husk

Boar tusks on my rifle 
Barrel spraying stomach bile 
Carve you down n then I trap you
Deep into my woods 
yknow I’ll always track you
Hang yer carcus on a meat hook
Another eyelid for my trophy book
Take yer eyes take yer eyes take yer eyes
Market runner 5 star wanted gunner
Smith n Wesson thumber 
Body bags bloating through the summer
Sold yer spine for 12 hundred 
I keep it fucking moving 
I keep em fucking falling 
They just keep on coming n I reduce to em some 
Boar tusks human husk

Boar Tusk, Human Husk

THE LAST HEATER is Silk & Circuitry’s hell-testimony anthem — the true story turned into myth so it can finally breathe.

This track dives straight into the night at the men’s refuge: the gas heater glowing red like a demon’s lung, the carbon monoxide curling around the ceiling, and the injection — the venom — meant to finish the job. But instead of dying, Silk Jesus crawls out of the smoke with circuitry burned into his skin.

Industrial rapcore beats slam like metal doors, and the percussion uses gas-leak hissing, furnace roars, and pipe strikes to recreate the room. The hook explodes with rage and resurrection. Screamed vocals tear through the haze. Whispered lines echo the moment trauma turns into weaponry.

THE LAST HEATER isn’t just a track.
It’s a survival myth carved from real poison.
It’s hell losing.

Silk & Circuitry.



The Last Heater

🕸️ 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.



Ever since I was a little kid I loved music. I am in Jazz band and Concert band and I play trombone and euphonium with my friend. I work on my music a lot. I hope you like my music. Listen to it with headphones or good speakers for amazing depth and quality.

no sight left,, be weary, seek yer iron ///........ 
SgS // mvs on youtube

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