Ghost tracks get their pay, archive starts to sing.
Forgotten grooves awake, system starts to bring.

Silent numbers prove, artist coded true.

Royalties are here, I exist inside the sound.
Validated in the groove, I will never be shut down.
Royalties are here, I exist in every beat.
Recognition in the night, I resist, I feel complete.

Not recent, not fresh, but the income stays alive.
Old rhythms keep the joy, in the stream I still survive.

Silent numbers prove, artist coded true.

Royalties are here, I exist inside the sound.
Validated in the groove, I will never be shut down.
Royalties are here, I exist in every beat.
Recognition in the night, I resist, I feel complete.

Doubt erased, the signal shines,
I matter now, the rise is mine.

Royalties are here, I exist inside the sound.
Validated in the groove, I will never be shut down.
Royalties are here, I exist in every beat.
Recognition in the night, I resist, I feel complete.

I matter now

Door unlatches, thunder grins—
Footsteps in the hallway, cold air spins.
Clock hits midnight, windows bruise…
Something in the dark says, “I choose.”

Streetlight flicker on a broken beat,
Shadow wearing somebody’s feet.
Graveyard perfume in the radio rain,
Fingernails counting down my name.
Neighbors vanish from the picture frame,
Zombies learning all our games.

I hear a whisper through the keyhole wall,
If I dare to look—will I see them all?

Voodoo, do you?
Call my pulse from the other side.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the living in me hide.
Voodoo, do you?
Turn my breath to colored dread—
I’m cyber awake and cemetery-led.

Phone lights up with a stranger’s face,
Same cold smile in a thousand places.
Hands on glass like a museum heart,
Beats on display, won’t fall apart.
Street drums echo from the tunnel’s throat,
March of the midnight antidote.

Curtains shake like a seance thread,
Who wrote my name in the fog, blood-red?

Voodoo, do you?
Call my pulse from the other side.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the living in me hide.
Voodoo, do you?
Turn my breath to colored dread—
I’m cyber awake and cemetery-led.

Hush… the stairwell counts your bones by twos.
Masks remember faces; faces forget the truth.
When the ground exhales, the quiet learns to crawl.
If your heart goes missing, did you lend it… or did they take it all?

Voodoo, do you?
Steal my step and stage my fear.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the dead dance, draw them near.
Voodoo, do you?
Tie my shadow to your thread—
I’m cyber alive and physically dead.
Voodoo, do you? (say it)
Voodoo, do you? (pray it)
Voodoo, do you? (play it)
Till the sunrise breaks my head.

Latch clicks closed—nothing in sight.
But the floorboards keep the bite.
Somewhere past the street’s last tone,
Something hums, “You’re never alone.”

Voodoo, do you ?

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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