Kings Cry Too - Never February (Prod. Rubbish)

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The Prince of Mannah

Down the Rabbit h̷̛͉̖͜ǒ̵̧̰̖l̴̜͌͝ͅe̷̘̳̣͐" is a drifting dive into digital curiosity and chaotic inspiration. Made from the scattered thoughts of trying something new—coding, modding, creating—with no map, just caffeine and instinct. Ambient textures, subtle vocals, and glitchy undertones pull you deep into a sonic rabbit hole. This one’s for the explorers, the tinkerers, and the tab collectors.

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What if depression glitched into a rave and accidentally became a prophet? Still Here (For No One) is a survival anthem for those who scream into silence and dance in digital decay. This track bleeds raw emotion into basslines, looping chants into ghostly mantras, and glitch-core nihilism into something like gospel. No audience? No problem. You’re still standing—and sometimes, that’s the rebellion. A sonic panic room for the haunted. A .wav file of defiance.

Lyrics:

no one… no one… still here… for no one
no one… no one… still here… for no one
"System check… no one… detected."

I woke up in static again
Breath glitching out, soul won't send
Screen cracked — pix-e-late-ed lies
Scroll through ghosts I don't recognize

Unread by the sky
Why won’t reply
Typed my grief in a waveform file
Silence bit down, swallowed the vibe

no one… no one… still here… for no one

Still here…
Even when the void don’t blink
Still here…
Lost in the sync

no one… no one… no one… for no one
I scream in .wav files, bleed in the bass
No applause, no place, just data and grace
Built a whole world no one walks through
But fuck it—I'm still here
Even if it’s for no one
Still here. Still here.

Check the stats—proof I’m a ghost
Alive online, but dead the most
Pinned my pain like a status glitch
Watched it scroll off like I didn’t exist

Tried to sell my soul on a hoodie
Tagged it with truth, nobody booked it
AI don’t flinch—but it saves the file
Maybe that’s close… maybe that’s close enough for now

no one… no one… still here… for no one
no one… no one… still here… for no one

Still here…
Not for the clicks or the clout
Still here…
Just to prove I won’t burn out

no one… no one… still here… for no one
I scream in .wav files, bleed in the bass
No applause, no place, just data and grace
Built a whole world no one walks through
But fuck it—I'm still here
Even if it’s for no one
Still here. Still here.
“Still here.” “Still here.”

You don’t see the fight.
The days when getting dressed is the win.
You don’t feel the weight
Of chasing meaning in a world allergic to depth.

You think this is a song?
This is a distress signal in 4/4.
A survival scream dressed like a club track.
You don't dance to this—you haunt to it.

But I’m still here.
And maybe...
that’s enough to break something open.

no one… no one… still here… for no one

I scream in .wav files, bleed in the bass
No applause, no place, just data and grace
Built a whole world no one walks through
But fuck it—I'm still here
Even if it’s for no one
Still here. Still here.
Still…
(here.)

shiitake products…

Still Here (For No One)

I want you to notice

And I want you to need this

And I want you to say things that you mean

The war that you won

Is a war that I'm losing

If I'm already dead

Then can I stay?

 

[Pre-Chorus]

Just like my baby blue car

With the heater stuck on

I can't do this for long

 

[Chorus]

Oh

God

There's a glitch in my happiness

And you can't fix it

And if I can't have it

Oh

No one will

[Verse 2]

I'll find the limits

And I'll cross 'em all for you

So I can die on your own terms

 

[Pre-Chorus]

Just like my baby blue car

With the heater stuck on

I can't do this for long

 

[Chorus]

Oh

God

There's a glitch in my happiness

And you can't fix it

And if I can't have it

Oh

No one will

Oh

God

There's a glitch in my happiness

And you can't fix it

And if I can't have it

Oh

No one will

Baby blue car ( glitchcore )

[Intro] 

(Metallic Industrial Beat slams in)

System check.

One. Two.

Break it.

[Verse 1] 

I’m the error code that you can't delete

I’m the sour candy that is too damn sweet

Click-clack, bot-net, running up the score

I’m kicking down the firewall, kicking down the door

(Access denied!)

Denied? Declined? I don't think so

I’m the admin, baby, and I run the show

[Pre-Chorus 1] 

The screen is freezing up (Freeze)

The glass is cracking up (Tease)

I’m overloading every circuit in the brain

I’m the pleasure and I’m the pain

[Chorus] 

It’s a Kernel Panic (Shut it down)

It’s a Kernel Panic (Burn the town)

Blue Screen of Death!

Take a breath!

Reboot. Reset. Regret.

Kernel Panic.

[Verse 2] 

Virus in the vein, malware in the mind

Leaving all the basic models far behind

Glitch-mode, switch-mode, flipping the script

Got the data in the bag and the bag is zipped

(Zip it.)

I’m the trojan horse, I’m the worm in the apple

This ain't a debate, yeah this ain't a chapel

[Pre-Chorus 2] 

The logic falls apart (Apart)

I’m rewriting the heart (Restart)

I’m overloading every circuit in the brain

I’m the pleasure and I’m the pain

[Chorus] 

It’s a Kernel Panic (Shut it down)

It’s a Kernel Panic (Burn the town)

Blue Screen of Death!

Take a breath!

Reboot. Reset. Regret.

Kernel Panic.

[Bridge - THE SWITCH UP] 

(Smooth, Dreamy R&B Keys enter)

Floating in the data stream...

Living in a lucid dream...

Everything is fine.

Everything is by design.

Ooh... yeah...

(Glass smash)

WAKE UP!

[Final Chorus] 

It’s a Kernel Panic (Shut it down!)

It’s a Kernel Panic (Burn the town!)

I’m crashing! I’m crashing!

SYSTEM FAILURE!

Reboot. Reset. Regret.

Kernel Panic.

[Outro] (Beat disintegrating into noise)

Oops.

(Hard Cut to Black)

Kernal_Panic

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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.
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⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

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Phase Chroma is a high-concept duo occupying the luminous, melancholic space between Progressive Structure and Ethereal Art-Pop. Formed around a striking duality—precise, structural synth work meets vast, dreamy vocal atmospheres—the project exists to explore emotional resonance through meticulous design. Their music sounds like the aftermath of a beautiful, systemic failure. Tracks like the digitally fractured "Neon Decay" and the liquid, intimate vastness of "Ripples in the Void" showcase their signature approach: cinematic soundscapes where every layered texture and subtle metric shift is intentional. Phase Chroma doesn't just make music; they manufacture deeply felt sonic tension for the quiet, empty hours.

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