Collaboration with Anrufen: https://anrufen.bandcamp.com/
A rework/remix/cover  of "Espresso" by Sabrina Carpenter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVli-tstM5E
Features this sample: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9DVaRZxLer/
Mastered by Andrew Laws.

Get the girl screaming Espresso live in that one viral video to start a Skramz band (ft. Anrufen)

Presentérito

Tornado

Lluvia de Casuarina

Silencio

Topazzio

Burn the doubt like oil in a lamp,
She twitched once — now she’s a hex.
Spoke in sleep? That’s evidence.
Hands were cold? That’s evidence.
If you can’t see the wound, then it must be real.

Courtroom held in candlelight,
Confessions caught in bloodless rites.
The truth was just a silhouette
On walls that no one questioned yet.

Spectral evidence — that’s all it takes!
A scream, a dream, a voice that breaks!
You can’t refute what can’t be touched,
So twist the facts and call it just.

She pointed once — the fever spread.
We carved the guilt, then crowned the dead.
Truth is soft when fear is loud;
Hang the silence — sell the crowd.

“She looked at me wrong.”
“She floated in sleep.”
“Her shadow cracked.”
“She talked to trees.”

Spectral evidence — that’s all it takes!
A flicker seen through trauma’s haze!
You can’t dispute the shape you fear,
So let it burn and call it clear.

Spectral Evidence

Flashes of a room I’ve never seen,
Smell of bleach and tangerine.
A clipboard voice says: “Breathe again,”
But I was never counting when.

Woke up humming songs I hate.
Could list ten numbers off the tape.
There’s a scar that spells my name —
But no one says who carved the frame.

MK nostalgia — sell me back my past.
False reflections in a shattered cast.
Was that dream mine, or did you plant it fast?
MK nostalgia — first breath or the last?

Family photos look off-center.
A face replaced — I don’t remember.
Home video flickers wrong —
I blink, the color’s gone.

They said it never happened here.
But I still wake with humming fear.
Someone left a wordless file
Taped beneath my old school tile.

“Red light. White noise. Memory hole. Click. Obey. Static. Smile.”
“Now count backwards from the color green.”
“This never happened. You never asked.”

MK nostalgia — is this even mine?
Did you build me just to toe the line?
Everything familiar’s out of time.
MK nostalgia — glitch inside my spine.

"We called it memory. They called it protocol."

MK Nostalgia

The car was still warm
But no one inside
The door left open
In mid-stride

The phone still charged
No missed calls
A coffee gone cold
On the windowsill

No footprints in the snow
No motive they could show
No camera, just a glow
And a shadow walking slow

Neighbors heard a voice — but wrong
Not yours, too deep, and humming long
One said it spoke in dreamless rhyme
Another swore it stopped all time

They searched the woods / they drained the lake
The tape erased / no sign of break
A name engraved / with no remains
A face recalled / but not by name

We found your…

No Body Found

They said it never had a dash —
The fruit, the bear, the brand, the past.
But I recall it plain as light,
Like a shadow thrown against the night.
One version in my head survives,
The other’s loud and always right.
I watched them nod in perfect lines —
While I clutched at rewound signs.

I’m a crowd of one!
Wrong in public, sharp as sun.
You all cheer the brand-new truth—
But I swear the lie still knows my youth.

I swear she said a different line
Before the tape began to wind.
You mouthed the words a second late —
But said it’s always been that way.
I hold the wrongs like family names,
Etched in glass with acid flames.
But you all dance to perfect songs —
As if the glitch was mine all along.

I’m a crowd of one!
Loud against the settled sum.
Memory’s a vote I lost—
But I still dream the shattered gloss.

“Looney Tunes. Not Toons.”
“No dash in Kit-Kat.”
“He never said ‘Luke.’”
“It’s always been that way.”
“It hasn’t.”

I’m a crowd of one.
Marching where the time’s undone.
You call it wrong, but I recall—
The truer lie inside it all.

Crowd of One

You found it in the image noise
Pixels hide a hunter’s voice
Letters buried in the blur
"Truth belongs to those who search"

Latin riddles, onion chains
Cyphers wrapped in stranger names
PGP and dead drop keys
They said “this path is not for me”

Cut the mask and trace the echo
Sequence broken / repeat the shadow
“3301” — eyes sewn
Inside your code

Are you chosen?
Or just seen?
Were you tested?
Or just gleaned?
Was the answer
Ever clean
Or the puzzle
Just the screen?

Map the source, abandon sense
You lose the thread at each defense
Language loops into the glare
And still — no one was ever there

Were you chosen?
Or just bait?
Was it freedom,
Or a gate?

The puzzle is the proof
The puzzle is the proof
The puzzle is the proof...

The Cicada Signal

Self recorded, mixed and mastered by Mason Woronets

Lucky Break

home again

no kreo q de lejos me haya visto n.n'

A single from the EP I'm making that will hopefully come out this year. It's about 90% Bass VI (bootleg). Sorry it took so long for even a sneak preview. Hope you enjoy it.

Endless Proverbs

i'll never go away (single version)

sounds different than the ver uploaded to yt, found on slsk

the cabs - カッコーの巣の上で ver2

Shoutout @tanahmelayu
Shoutout to my boyfriend @1sunsuu 💋💋💋👄👄😘😘😘😘 4 helping me out
Shoutout prod.

Lyrics:
(@1sunsuu)

there's still pictures of you in my screen
I can't believe that we're not meant to be
it's getting so hard for both you and me
break us apart why can't you let me free?
need me some help cause there's blood on my skin
and I wish it was you that would be there for me
open my eyes it was all just a dream
now theres tears on my face falling down like a stream

and I wish for you to stay with me
wanna hold you tight don't you let me free
and I wish for you to stay with me
why can't you be on my side and please just
stay with me stay with me stay with me 

(@aspaapsa)

Is it true that I meant nothing much for you?
I could’ve sworn that you felt the same way I do
I cannot fix a thing, I have lost my point of view
Now I’m stuck just wasting all my time again

I just can’t do things that I once pled
Feeling like I should move, but I just stay stuck instead

I wish to keep these premises:
I wish to be more alive instead
I wish I could forgive myself
I want to change I don't wanna be gay

Premises w/@1sunsuu [23arms]

(di: ˈes ˈhæpi ˌbɔɪ) / east anglian anarcho chiptune/noise.

I make albums for fictional bands with assistance of AI tools.

Bedroom producer making some mathy, shoegazey rock music. Enjoy!

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