A mix of distorted low-end and punk-style chaos
linktr.ee/FUXHEART

DONT BLAME

Mutant Dialect (prod. by Junior Mahkno)

(Verse 1)
Woke up doomscrollin’ with a headache buzz
World’s glitchin’ out but no one knows what it does
Got billionaires playin’ Space Invaders in the sky
While the rest of us grind just to stay alive

Microplastics in my lunch, smoke in the breeze
Politics stuck like a frozen PC
Everyone’s yellin’, no one’s patched the leaks
Guess we’ll duct-tape the future for another week

(Chorus)
We’re loud, we’re fast, we’re barely holdin’ on
Static in the wires, punchin’ through the wrong
Raw sneer vocals, boots on the ground
If the world’s goin’ down, we’re goin’ down loud

(Verse 2)
Climate freakout, heatwave slam
But they tell us “relax,” like it’s all part of the plan
Rent goes up like a broken hack
Paycheck flat like a 2D map

Got AI writin’ essays while folks can’t eat
Code runs perfect but the system cheats
They say “future’s bright,” yeah, maybe on Mars
Down here we’re fightin’ with duct-taped guitars

(Chorus)
We’re loud, we’re fast, we’re barely holdin’ on
Static in the wires, punchin’ through the wrong
Raw sneer vocals, boots on the ground
If the world’s goin’ down, we’re goin’ down loud

(Bridge)
No polish, no filter, no fix in the queue
Just rage, cheap amps, and a blown-out fuse
If nobody’s listenin’, we’ll scream twice as strong
Punk’s still alive ’cause the world’s still wrong

(Final Chorus)
We’re loud, we’re fast, we’re breakin’ every norm
Static on our teeth in the middle of the storm
Middle fingers up, we won’t quiet down
If the world’s goin’ down
we’re goin’ down loud

These Tricky Times - Going Down Loud

🎹 Produced by: TimberTronic 📅 Year: 2025

Final Day

[Verse]
Cracks in the wall
Paint's peeling fast
Screams in the hallway
Echoes that last
Dead lightbulb swinging
Shadow's cast
No answers
No mercy
No past

[Chorus]
Burn it down burn it all to the ground
Ashes to ashes where nothing is found
Burn it down burn it loud burn it bright
Let the flames take the night

[Verse 2]
Trash in the gutter
Dreams in the dirt
Glass underfoot
Every step hurts
The city's alive but it's choking to death
Spits out its venom
Steals your breath

[Prechorus]
No way out no place to hide
We’re the fire
Let it collide

[Chorus]
Burn it down burn it all to the ground
Ashes to ashes where nothing is found
Burn it down burn it loud burn it bright
Let the flames take the night

[Bridge]
Kick the doors
Smash the locks
Let it crumble
Let it rot
Tear it apart
Don't look back
Set the match
Let it crack

These Tricky Times - Burn it Down

[Verse 1]
Got a picture of my daddy,
Worn soft around the sides.
He taught me how to stand my ground,
Not how to quiet my mind.
There’s a lighter from my wild years,
Still half-full of gasoline—
Some memories spark too easy,
Some don’t ever come out clean.

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t talk about it much—
But it’s the weight behind my touch…

[Chorus]
These are the things I carry—
The ones that made me, broke me, saved me.
Every mile on this heart’s old tread
Comes from folks who tried to change me.
I ain’t proud of every story,
But they’re the truth that lives inside me…
Yeah, love me right and you’ll still find
The things I carry.

[Verse 2]
There’s a little bit of anger
I keep buried in my chest.
Shows up when I’m worn down—
Reminds me what’s still left.
Got a prayer I stole from Mama,
Got a fear I learned alone…
Funny how the same two hands
Build a life or throw a stone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Still learnin’ how to choose
What to keep and what to lose…

[Chorus]
These are the things I carry—
The ones that shaped me, pushed me, dared me.
If I hold on hard or love too long,
It’s ’cause someone tried to spare me.
I ain’t proud of every story,
But they ride along beside me…
Yeah, walk with me and you’ll still feel
The things I carry.

[Bridge]
One day I’ll lay ’em down—
Find a little peace somehow.
But ’til that day, just understand…
I’m doin’ the best I can.

[Final Chorus]
These are the things I carry—
Not excuses, just what made me.
If you stay, I’ll share the load
Of all the ghosts that chase me daily.
I ain’t proud of every chapter,
But if you want the whole story…
Come close and I’ll let you hold
The things I carry.


The Things I Carry

Smokestack dawn chills my ragged skin
Iron jaws scrape where the day begins
That punch clock hum feels like grinding sin
Dust in my chest keeps dragging me in

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Broken lamps buzz above my lane
Steel on steel keeps biting my brain
Crowds move past but the chill remains
Work songs fade into flat terrain

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Night creeps slow on a crooked track
Shadows rise but I push them back

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Buried in this turning wheel

Low winds dragging’ me home

Be Gentle

Du kletterst hoch überm Hof in die Luft
Zwischen Seilen und Sand mit Superkraft in der Brust
Am Tisch bei den Großen holst du dir deinen Platz
Mit nem Löffel voll Nudeln und nem Grinsen aus Quatsch

Hannah neben dir ihr seid Kita Team zwei
Ihr teilt euch den Keks und ihr lacht dabei
Lena rennt mit euch mit gibt euch Rückenwind
Und Barbara schaut stolz auf jedes wilde Kind

Wenn der Tag dich mal kickt und dein Herz wird schwer
Flüster ich leise ich bin da und mehr

Non è colpa tua
Puoi farlo altrimenti
Tutto passa
Tutto passa

Oh mein Wirbel du leuchtest so klar
Alles wird laut doch du machst es wieder wahr
Wenn du fällst steh ich hinter dir
Tutto passa tutto passa
Doch du bleibst mein Gleichgewicht hier

Tutto passa
Tutto passa
Doch du bleibst mein Gleichgewicht

Ich mit Narben vom Leben verwirrt
Hab so viel verlernt bis du ins Leben gekracht bist
Wenn du mich anschaust wird mein Kompass still
Plötzlich check ich wieder wer ich sein will

Du baust dir aus Steinen dein eigenes Haus
Schmeißt alles um wenn es nicht zu dir passt
Ich lern von dir jeden Tag neu
Dass Mut auch heißt zu sagen nee das reicht

Wenn Stimmen kommen die dich kleiner sehn
Lass sie reden wir zwei werden weiter gehn

Non è colpa tua
Puoi farlo altrimenti
Tutto passa
Tutto passa

Oh mein Wirbel du leuchtest so klar
Alles wird laut doch du machst es wieder wahr
Wenn du fällst steh ich hinter dir
Tutto passa tutto passa
Doch du bleibst mein Gleichgewicht hier

Tutto passa
Tutto passa
Doch du bleibst mein Gleichgewicht

Wenn die Morgen grau sind und du nicht pennen kannst
Schick ich Küsse durch die Luft bis du wieder lachst
Dein Blick ist mein Hafen mein inneres Licht
Wenn du frei bleibst dann brech ich nicht

Mut heißt lieben auch wenn alles wackelt
Wenn ich mal schwanke doch immer noch ankere
Ich halt die Linie egal wie es kracht
Denn du bist der Grund warum mein Herz weitermacht

Non è colpa tua
Puoi farlo altrimenti
Tutto passa
Tutto passa

Oh mein Wirbel du leuchtest so klar
Was auch kommt ich bin einfach da
Dein Lachen knallt und ich trag dich mit
Tutto passa tutto passa
Selbst wenn alles fällt bleibst du mein Hit

Tutto passa
Tutto passa
Ein Herz das kämpft für dich und mich
Vieles vergeht doch wir nicht

Tutto Passa Pt.3

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