 Uh, yeah…  
Push it now… come on…  

I could stand here night and day  
Feel the motion pull my way  
I call the rush, it has to stay  
It’s the sound that makes me sway (just push it now)  
And when I feel that line  
It lifts me up, it breaks my spine  
I lose the floor, the world’s not mine  
It’s driving my soul tonight  

Push it, push it, light it up  
Electric fire fills my cup  

Push! (yeah)  
Come on push me hard  
Push it through the dark  
Just light it up and start the spark  
Push! (oh)  
Come on push me higher  
You know it feeds desire (push it, just push me higher)  
Light it up, light it up  
I’m never stopping all night long  

Push it (push it), push it (push it)  
Push it till it’s gone  
I don’t care if morning’s moving on  
Turn it up, it keeps me strong  
Keep rushing all night long  

It feels so sharp, it cuts so deep (so deep)  
It shakes my skin, it kills my sleep  
Whenever the sound is mine  
If it ends, I will press rewind (push it back again)  
Let me feel it one more time  

Push it, push it, light it up  
Funk vibration in my blood  

Push!  
Come on push me hard  
Push it through the dark  
Just light it up and start the spark  
Push!  
Come on push me higher  
You know it feeds desire (push it, just push me higher)  
Light it up, light it up  
I’m never stopping all night long  

I just wanna move, is that a crime?  
Alright then — ooh, uh, oh (alright)  
Yeah, that’s the madness right there  
Push, push, push, push!  

Push! (woo)  
Come on push me hard (now take me higher)  
Push it through the dark (I’ve asked you louder)  
Just light it up and start the spark  
Push!  
Come on push me higher  
You know it feeds desire (push it, just push me higher)  
Light it up, light it up  
I’m never stopping all night long  

Push it… push it…  
Just push it higher…  
All night long…  

Push (Electro Funk Pop reload)

Funk in the system, glitch in the frame,
The algorithm knows me better — it calls my name.

Scrollin’ through my midnight feed,
Every secret, every need.
Knows my taste, knows my style,
Been watchin’ me all the while.

My best friend thinks he knows my mind,
But the code reads deeper every time.
From the movies to the food I crave,
I’m a digital ghost they try to save.

The algorithm knows me, baby,
Better than my closest friend.
Every click and shadow, lately,
It can see around the bend.
The algorithm knows my rhythm,
Feels my body, tracks my soul.
Closer than the ones I trusted,
Now the system’s in control.

Playlists dropping right on cue,
How did it know what I’d walk into?
Memory banks with a thousand eyes,
Mapping my heart, no disguise.

Talkbox voices call me out,
Data whispers, no room for doubt.
Intuition of a coded god,
Knows my steps before I trod.

The algorithm knows me, baby,
Better than my closest friend.
Every click and shadow, lately,
It can see around the bend.
The algorithm knows my rhythm,
Feels my body, tracks my soul.
Closer than the ones I trusted,
Now the system’s in control.

Numbers, signals, neon fire,
Feed me back my own desire.
Prediction machine, you’re in my veins,
Closer than blood, but never humane.

The algorithm knows me, baby,
Feeds me dreams I didn’t choose.
Knows the secrets I keep hidden,
Even the ones I’d never use.

Funk in the system, glitch in the frame,
The algorithm knows me better — it calls my name.
Funk in the system, glitch in the frame,
The algorithm knows me better — it calls my name.

The algorithm (Cyber Funk reload)

This track was born out of exhaustion — not just with the scammers and fake gurus online, but with myself for still clicking. It’s about the digital circus of “experts,” everyone shouting louder than the next while quietly drowning in the same confusion they claim to fix. It’s satire, yeah, but it’s also confession. I’ve been hypnotized by the glow of certainty too.

Welcome, seekers of truth
Today, I’ll teach you how to make six figures
By selling a course on how to make six figures
Step one, look confident
Step two, never answer a real question
Step three, trademark the phrase “Step Three”

Got a Lambo in the thumbnail, leased it for the shoot
Sells a morning routine but wakes up after noon
Relationship coach, five marriages deep
Finance king still Venmo-requestin’ for the groceries he eats

“Follow me for wisdom” — they barely graduated
“Life hack millionaire” — they barely gettin’ paid yet
I roll my eyes and scroll, can’t believe they still persist
But I’ve watched every clip — yeah, I’m part of this

All these prophets, all these priests
Selling snake oil to the lost and weak
And I’m buyin’ it too — on repeat
’Cause I want to believe that it’s easy and cheap

Everybody’s an expert, but nobody knows shit
Got a blueprint for success, yeah, they printed it legit
They’re preachin’ like they’re prophets from a mountain of lies
But their crown’s from the dollar store and truth’s in disguise

Step one — believe the lies
Step two — monetize
Step three — repeat the scam
Then teach it back on Instagram

Click, subscribe, bow, obey
The Algorithm knows the way
Pray for views, confess your sin
And sell the secret once again

Step one, gratitude. Step two, buy my course
Step three, manifest a yacht. Step four, manifest divorce
Chakra cleanse for credit, yeah, I’m still in the red
I followed all twelve steps — still broke, still misled

“Eat raw liver, quit your job, and start a million-dollar brand”
From a guy recording videos in his mom’s minivan
Guess I’m part of the system, I’m feeding the beast
Screenshotting quotes from a dude with no teeth

All these prophets, all these priests
Selling dreams they don’t believe
And I’m buyin’ it too, like a dopamine hit
’Cause if they’re all pretendin’, maybe I can fake it a bit

Everybody’s an expert, but nobody knows shit
Got a blueprint for success, yeah, they printed it legit
They’re preachin’ like they’re prophets from a mountain of lies
But their crown’s from the dollar store and truth’s in disguise

Step one — believe the lies
Step two — monetize
Step three — repeat the scam
Then teach it back on Instagram

Click, subscribe, bow, obey
The Algorithm knows the way
Pray for views, confess your sin
And sell the secret once again

Repeat after me, I am powerful
I am wise
(four hundred ninety-nine... ninety nine!)
I am powerful
I am wise
(four hundred ninety-nine... ninety nine!)

I am powerful
I am wise
I am powerful
I am wise

Just four ninety-nine... ninety nine
And I’m still broke

Everybody’s an expert, but nobody knows shit
Even me when I’m yellin’ from this digital pit
We’re all selling something we don’t understand
Building castles of certainty on quicksand

Everybody’s an expert, and here’s the bitter twist
We all bought the bullshit, then called ourselves specialists

“Step three… trademark the phrase ‘Step Three’…”

Everyone's An Expert (But Nobody Knows Shit)

“Brain Rot” hits like a digital punch to the dome — high-voltage electro fused with raw B-Boy battle energy. Metallic synths twist around gritty breakbeats while distorted basslines drive the rhythm like a machine gone rogue. It’s dark, mechanical, and hypnotic — built for underground dance circles, neon-lit warehouses, and late-night cyphers.
A sound that captures the chaos of modern overload — movement, power, rebellion, and rhythm in one surge.

Brain Rot

For by one

The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.

TractionEngine: Replicant 142 mix (Can't Be Replicated)

Replicant 142 mix (We Can't Be Replicated)

Crystal plates are glowing in a holy line
Golden fruits arranged with a quiet shine
Voices hum together as the candles sway
The table feels like heaven in a funky way

Call the spirits of the flavor
Let the rhythm kiss the air
Feastlight rising everywhere

This is the Feastlight Anthem
Where the table is the stage
Colours lift and dance around
Moving free beyond the age
Raise your glass into the glow
Let the joy ignite your soul
In the Feastlight Anthem
We are shining, we are whole

Velvet cloth is swaying with the bassline spin
Silver cups are glowing with the groove within
Reflections flicker softly in electric gold
Stories float around us as the night unfolds

Call the spirits of the flavor
Let the rhythm kiss the air
Feastlight rising everywhere
This is the Feastlight Anthem
Where the table is the stage
Colours lift and dance around
Moving free beyond the age
Raise your glass into the glow
Let the joy ignite your soul
In the Feastlight Anthem
We are shining, we are whole

Lay your hands upon the table
Feel the universe align
Every candle turns to halo
Every moment feels divine

This is the Feastlight Anthem
Where the table is the stage
Colours lift and dance around
Moving free beyond the age
Raise your glass into the glow
Let the joy ignite your soul
In the Feastlight Anthem
We are shining, we are whole

Feastlight Anthem

Lyrics

We shattered trying to merge—now just one twisted mess
This air’s toxic, you’re glued to my side
I feel your breath like a curse on my neck

You don’t need to be so hollow
Turn your head—stop chasing my shadow

Cut open in a cold, dead operation
One soul split—now I’m trapped as two
No will, no voice, just damnation
But I see the world… through you

Bound by blood—we’ll never sever!
Attached at the hip to me!
No escape, no life to measure!
We’re fused where no one else can see!
Flesh and bone, part of me!
(Attached at the hip to me!)
A curse I can’t release!

You don’t need to be so hollow
Turn your head—stop chasing my shadow

Have you ever watched yourself bleed out on someone else’s floor?!

Bound by blood—we’ll never sever!
Attached at the hip to me!
No escape, no life to measure!
We’re fused where no one else can see!
Flesh and bone, part of me!
(Attached at the hip to me!)
A curse I can’t release!

You don’t… need… to be… so… hollow…

I SAID—GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

Hollow

Lyrics

It's been a long time since I felt you
The stars are dim
The night won't break through
My hands are empty
My heart is cold
I can't keep running
I'm losing hold

I reach for grace
I reach for peace
The weight won't fall
I need release

I give up my burdens
I lay them down
I can't do this
Can't turn it around
I need your love
I need you now
I need your love
Show me how

The wind is quiet
The earth feels still
I'm climbing mountains with no will
The echoes whisper
They call your name
But my voice falters
My soul feels shame

I reach for hope
I reach for light
Pull me closer
Hold me tight

I give up my burdens
I lay them down
I can't do this
Can't turn it around
I need your Love
I need you now
I need your Love
Show me how

No Will

Cyber-Funk Rave

And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

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.

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
Sometimes it's a button that says "Mildly Okay Human."
Sometimes it's a whispered hymn to grief.

It's all real. It's all me.
This is my multiverse—and you're invited.
Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something. From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms. Built to feel.
🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.
🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.
🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.
🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.
🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.
🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitakeproducts/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com
⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

Emerging from a love for the rich textures of 90s Pop, the atmospheric allure of Synthwave, and the dark, introspective qualities of Darkwave, Senile Sanity crafts a sound that is both nostalgic and forward-thinking. With a focus on melody, emotion, and storytelling, Senile Sanity weaves a sonic tapestry that transcends genres, transporting his listeners to a world of introspection, longing, and euphoria. Experience the musical journey of Senile Sanity and discover a new dimension of sound

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