WHAT I COULD DO — Silk & Circuitry

This is the sound of a mind built like a reactor choosing not to melt down.

“What I Could Do” is a long-format industrial spoken-word strike — a pressure-wave disguised as a whisper. It’s the voice of someone who knows every weak point in the system, every crack in the foundation, every silent truth that could turn a coastline into a cautionary tale… and still holds back.

The track unfolds like a controlled detonation:
deep sub-bass hums like reactor cores, metallic percussion snaps like detonator clicks, glitch-static drifts across the mix like radioactive snowfall. The delivery is calm, surgical, almost serene — the kind of calm that’s more dangerous than rage. Every line is a pressure curve. Every silence is a countdown aborted.

This isn’t a threat track.
It’s the opposite.

It’s a statement of restraint — of what could be done, and what has been deliberately left undone.
A reminder that the most dangerous thing in the room is the person who calculated the blast radius and chose mercy instead.

This is psychological warfare wrapped in poetics.
A nuclear sermon.
A held breath.
A weaponized whisper.

Welcome to Ground Zero.
The lesson is simple:

Be grateful for the explosions you never hear.


What I Could Do

I wanna break that clock that stalled my hand 
Smash that clock I dontt understand 
that shit hit hard when nerves expand
I lost that chance I wont get it again

Im mad at the world but Im mad at me more 
Mad at the shit I chose to ignore 
Mad at the fact that I waited before
Now opportunity slam the door 

I MISSED MY SHOT 
IM PISSED THE FUCK OFF

I MISSED MY SHOT  
PISSED ABOUT IT 
ONE SECOND LATE  
NO WAY TO FIT 
I SAW THAT DOOR  
SHOULDVE WALKED IN 
NOW IM STUCK HERE
MAD MY OWN SKIN 

Hate how I froze when I needed big heat 
Hate how I paused when I felt that beat 
Hate how I stood there  dead on my feet 
Now the moments gone and the loss repeats 

Missed that shot and it eats my head 
Shouldve moved fast but I froze instead
Now the whole damn thought got my vision red 
I wanna snap that moment till the memorys dead 


NOW IM STUCK HERE
MAD AT MY OWN SKIN
NOW IM STUCK HERE
MAD AT MY OWN SKIN

Too Late

“Heavy Metal Justice” is a war cry in a hospital gown — a survivor’s scream from inside the machine.
This track is built from lived experience: misdiagnosis, medical gaslighting, corrupted systems, and the brutal cost of being right in a world that punishes truth.

Written by Silk & Circuitry from inside the storm, this piece pulls punches.
It documents the aftermath of being overdosed, accused, and abandoned by the very systems meant to protect. It’s about fighting for justice with nothing but memory and fire — when no one believes you, when your medical records lie, and when survival itself becomes a protest.

The verses are taken from real messages — raw, unedited expressions of rage, trauma, and defiance.
The beat pulses like a panic attack. The distortion mimics static in a broken MRI. The screams aren’t metaphors — they’re the sound of someone being silenced and choosing to make noise anyway.

This is for the ones who were misdiagnosed.
This is for the ones whose symptoms were blamed on “attitude” or “allergies.”
This is for those whose lives were dismissed with a shrug.
And for those still fighting to prove they deserved better.

“I am the blood test. I am the evidence.”
Play it loud. Burn the silence.


Collateral Damage

dark cinematic music“STOLEN YEARS” is a Silk & Circuitry long-format industrial testimony, a full, factual account of neurological trauma, medical failure, and the years lost after a preventable assault.

This track documents the real sequence of events that reshaped my brain and my life:

• a stable ADHD baseline
• a police incident during a medication comedown
• forced relocation to a men’s refuge
• carbon monoxide poisoning while unconscious
• sexual assault
• non-consensual methamphetamine injection
• vivid hallucinations and early psychosis
• the delayed neurological collapse weeks later
• the long-term cognitive damage and trauma
• ineffective treatment and antipsychotic suppression
• years of inconsistent functioning and self-medication
• a severe dental infection amplifying inflammation and dopamine depletion
• the withholding of ADHD medication at the worst possible time
• reliance on caffeine to stay functional
• the slow return of clarity after infection treatment
• the continued barriers to accessing proper stimulant therapy

This is not poetry.
This is not symbolism.
This is my medical history turned into an industrial anthem.

It is the first time the entire record has been laid out truthfully, chronologically, and publicly.

The song exists for three reasons:

1. To document what happened when no one else would.


2. To make the injuries impossible to ignore.


3. To reclaim the years that were taken.


If you’ve lived through medical gaslighting, ADHD medication being withheld, trauma-induced neurochemical collapse, or recovery that nobody believed in — this track is for you.

This song is evidence.
This song is testimony.
This song is the voice I never had in the room when it mattered.


STOLEN YEARS

"A hymn for anyone who rebuilt themselves out of sparks and spite."

STATIC IN MY SHADOWS is Silk & Circuitry walking barefoot through the fallout —
a man stitched from voltage, dragging light through every dark place that tried to claim him.

This track is a fusion of dark cinematic trap, industrial pulsework, and electric poetry.
It opens with a calm, low-spoken confession, then rises into a storm of glitch choirs, deep sub-bass, and circuitry crackling beneath the vocals. It’s a story of surviving lies, burning through webs, and turning trauma into voltage.

Every verse hits like a fuse being lit.
Every chorus opens like a blast door.
This isn’t vengeance — it’s resurrection.

Built for headphones, late nights, tunnel vision, rewiring your own mind, and anyone who’s ever been written off but refused to die quietly.

You don’t walk out of the fire the same.
You walk out humming.


Static In My Shadows

📡 A psychological weapon disguised as a hymn. 📡

Silk & Circuitry descends into the deep jungle, where the canopy hums like a living motherboard and Solfeggio frequencies cut through the dark like sacred blades. Jungle Ghost Protocol is a battlefield incantation — half guerrilla warfare, half divine reboot — carried by tribal percussion, glitch-industrial atmospheres, and a female hacker-oracle whispering code like a spell.

This track mixes jungle ambience, Solfeggio weapon tones (396 • 417 • 528 • 852 • 963 Hz), cinematic trap elements, and sacred-industrial choirs. It walks the line between war chant and prayer, between thunder and static, between the ancient forest and the glowing circuitry under its skin.

A hymn for soldiers who fight with resonance instead of bullets.
A ritual for those who know the jungle listens back.
And a reminder: even gods step lightly in this canopy.

Headphones recommended.
Nerves optional.

Jungle Ghost Protocol

“DOT POINTS & PLACEBOS” is a pressure-valve anthem forged in the waiting rooms, hallways, and half-truths of a system that loves paperwork more than people.
This isn’t a diss track — it’s a diagnostic. A glitch in the clinic. A voltage spike in the circuitry.

It’s the sound of someone who’s been handed crumbs and called it care.
Someone who’s rebuilt themselves in the dark, only to be offered a placebo with a smile.
Someone who’s walked through storms with no manual, no map, and no margin for error — and somehow still came out upright.

This track captures that moment where frustration becomes fuel.
Where polite nodding collapses into static, and static becomes signal.
Where you stop pretending that “half a milligram of hope” is enough to rebuild a life.

It’s not about anger — it’s about clarity.
It’s about drawing a line between fear-based medicine and reality-based survival.
It’s about the voltage that lives inside you, the fire nobody sees until it flickers through the cracks.

Industrial trap drums, glitchpunk distortion, whispered threats, and cinematic rises — this is Silk & Circuitry tearing open the fluorescent ceiling and letting the electricity speak.

If you’ve ever felt dismissed, downplayed, misdiagnosed, minimized, or handed a treatment plan that felt like a joke — this song is yours.

Welcome to the static.
Welcome to the storm.
Welcome to DOT POINTS & PLACEBOS.

— Silk & Circuitry



Dot Points & Placebos

“STATIC PRESSURE RISING” is the moment after the crack forms.
The second before the voltage escapes the cage.
The point where silence stops being noble and starts becoming dangerous.

If Dot Points & Placebos was the warning shot, this track is the reactor breach.
A sonic weapon built out of every closed door, every pacifying half-dose, every moment you were told to “wait,” “be patient,” or “calm down” while the pressure inside you climbed toward critical mass.

This isn’t just a song.
It’s an overload protocol, a rising hum in the walls, a storm teaching itself to speak.

Heavy industrial trap percussion pounds like a heartbeat under strain.
Glitch-metal distortion fractures reality at the edges.
Cinematic sub-bass rolls in like a reactor waking up.
And through all of it — the voice.
Calm at first, then sharper, then undeniable.
The sound of someone who has finally stopped apologizing for the voltage running through their veins.

This track lives in the same world as Dot Points & Placebos, but deeper in the belly of the machine — where the wires sweat, the lights flicker, and the atmosphere itself feels electrically unstable.

“STATIC PRESSURE RISING” is for anyone who has:

been underestimated

been minimized

been dismissed as “too intense”

been labelled instead of listened to

been treated like a risk instead of a human being


It’s for the people who learned to rebuild themselves from scraps.
For those who carry storms under their ribcage and still walk upright.
For anyone who has ever had to become their own emergency response plan.

This is Silk & Circuitry at full charge:
loud, deliberate, unfiltered, and refusing to fit inside the dosage box drawn by someone else’s fear.

Turn it up.
Let the static rise.
Let the pressure speak for itself.

— Silk & Circuitry



Static pressure Rising

EVILS WARPATH

Evils Warpath is a dark fusion track created inside SkullSonic Studio by TuneSkull, blending heavy NU-Metal energy with wicked dubstep, industrial horror textures, and cinematic war-drums.  
This track drops straight into a battlefield atmosphere distorted guitars, demonic bass hits, chaotic drums, and a rising tension that feels like marching through fire with spirits screaming behind the mix.

Every sound in Evils Warpath is designed to feel aggressive, haunted, and cinematic.  
A fusion of metal, trap percussion, and apocalypse-style bass makes this one of the heaviest paths in the TuneSkull universe.

If you like dark fusions, haunting atmospheres, and war-ready energy welcome to Evils Warpath.


Evils Warpath

(Hook)

I send greetings to my once unborn daughter
and to the millions of murdered children on your face
and two million options of fate
and tomorrow you will have to pay taxes for the track

(Verse 1)

And you pay me taxes.
The voice of the streets,
Supreme on my face,
a lot of dirt under my feet.
found you in the shit,
you don't know what pain your stay on the planet brings
you were disguised as an angel

(Verse 2)

Im wanna top (x6)

(Bridge)

Hold on, what your type (x4)

(Hook)

I send greetings to my once unborn daughter
and to the millions of murdered children on your face
and two million options of fate
and tomorrow you will have to pay taxes for the track

℗ Double Hearts / © Double Hearts
Main Artist by Jay Ricky
Mix and Master by Jay Ricky
Lyrics by Jay Ricky
Produced by fancyjprod

Made In The Ghetto

Supreme

🕸️ 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.



Dark R&B/TrapSoul/Dark Trap/Dark PoP . Rapper, Singer, Pro Model, Producer, Sound Engineer, Artist <05.03.2003>
℗ Double Hearts / © Double Hearts

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