SUBLEVEL — a journey through the hidden pulse of the underground.
Deep frequencies, metallic textures and hypnotic tension form a sonic architecture built for the night.
The sound moves like pressure through concrete — slow, dark, and alive beneath the surface.
No voices lead the way — only rhythm, echo and bass.

Tracks:

1. Concrete Pulse
2. No Exit
3. Static Veins
4. Ashes on Chrome
5. Zero Signal

Zero Signal

Ashes on Chrome

No Exit

Static Veins

Concrete Pulse

Rhythm calls
no turning back
Night ignites, 
we’re on the track

The party just begun
The party just begun
Raise your hands
we become one

Circuit hearts, 
endless flight
Lost in sound, 
alive tonight

The party just begun
The party just begun
Raise your hands
we become one

We rise from the floor
And we want mooooooooooooooooooooore

The party just begun
The party just begun
Raise your hands
we become one
we become one
we become one
we become one

The party just begun

Bright reflections on the glass display
Card in hand, I feel the night ignite
Neon halo in the shopping aisle
Every step a beat, the joy takes flight
Golden offers like a choir of light
Basket rising like a sacred flame
Checkout echoes, prayers of delight
In this temple I reclaim my name

Rush of colors, heart aligned
Find the treasure, lose constraints
Light surrounds me, bliss defined
All for this moment, all mine

Celebrate the spree, holy and high
Heaven in the cart, touch the sky
Feel the dopamine, in the light
Raise your basket, dance tonight

Mountains of labels, whispers of desire
Sacred prices call, I’m set on fire
Each tag a promise, each aisle rewired
My pulse ascending, wave after wave
Music in the pads, chord after chord
Basket full, and I’m soaring free
In the glow I’m wearing victory
Light becomes my melody

Celebrate the spree, holy and high
Heaven in the cart, touch the sky
Feel the dopamine, in the light
Raise your basket, dance tonight

Light fills my world, I’ve arrived
Shopping becomes the sacred ride
Shop shop shop baby

Celebrate the spree, holy and high
Heaven in the cart, touch the sky
Feel the dopamine, in the light
Raise your basket, dance tonight

Black Friday Blessings

Broken street lights flicker under rusted rails
Silent storefronts draped in graffiti scars
Subway tunnels breathe a last tired sigh
Asphalt scars mirror the sky’s cold numb

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Shadows crawl past storefront dust
Echo pulses in the empty heart

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Sirens fade into the blank horizon
Neon flicker drowned in rain-washed cracks
Abandoned bodies of towers decay in steel
Forgotten voices map the collapse

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Concrete shell

Hey… don’t look too close.

작게 떨린 손끝, 아무 말도 못 하고
네 앞에 서면 timing이 자꾸 미끌려
친구들은 벌써 알아챈 듯 웃어
내 표정은 분명 얘기하고 있는데
입술은 반 박자 느리게 움직여

너의 시선이 스치면 심장도 skip
티 안 내려 해도 다 들키는 느낌

I’m shy, 말 못 한 sign
네 옆에 서면 자꾸만 freeze돼
Shy, 숨겨둔 mind
작은 눈빛이 나를 흔들어
Shy, 미세한 온도까지도 보여

걷는 속도 맞춰 걷다 어색해지고
톡을 쓰다 말아 다시 지웠다 쓰고
네가 웃어주면 이유 없이 들떠
근데 또 눈 마주치면 피하게 돼
이건 분명히 들키면 안 되는 game

너의 이름 뜨는 순간 손이 떨려
아무렇지 않게 굴어도 티가 나

I’m shy, 말 못 한 sign
네 옆에 서면 자꾸만 freeze돼
Shy, 숨겨둔 mind
작은 눈빛이 나를 흔들어
Shy, 미세한 온도까지도 보여

Maybe… 너도 눈치챘을까?
근데 또 겁나, 나 혼자만 이런 건가?
Say it slow… or let it slide?

I’m shy, 말 못 한 sign
네 옆에 서면 자꾸만 freeze돼
Shy, 숨겨둔 mind
작은 눈빛이 나를 흔들어

Shy, 가까워질수록 더 번져

I’m shy

Yo, you click bait queens in your filtered frames
Talking trash ‘bout that Skibidi Toilet game
But you haven’t lived, you just screenshot the scene
And munch on zucchini while you feed your feed

You claim you heard the beat, you claim you saw the drop
But it's second-hand gossip, your facts all stop
You posture in the comments, you flash your designer pillow
Yet your reasoning’s hollow, like a zucchini in the pillow
You peep the viral hook, you quote the lyric spin
But when I dig the source you’re thin, you’re thin
You treat the rhythm like a trend, you echo like a clone
While I grind the realness, you’re phoning home


Don’t eat zucchini while you talk the talk
Your plate’s green and empty but your mind’s on chalk
You mock the movement but you hardly know the cause
I call out your echo chamber, because

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t play pretend
If you ain’t in the circle, you’re just a friend
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you wrote the end
But you’re just a by-stander in a digital trend
Don’t eat zucchini, don’t fake the vibe
When you spin the track you didn’t help design
You’re posting screenshots, live the lies
But I’m here in the trenches, catching real skies

You swipe the aesthetic, you bite the memes
You craft your persona from other people’s dreams
You claim you broke down every bar, you say you know the code
But your zucchini plate’s still green, you never hit the road
You talk about the sound, “Oh it’s so insane”
But you eat placeholder meals while I sustain the pain
I’m shifting gears, I built the frame
You’re pressing share, I’m forging flame

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t act so bold
If you ain’t in the story you’re just a mold
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you set the code
But you’re just a cameo in someone else’s show
Don’t eat zucchini, stop faking your lane
When the beat drops heavy you’ll feel the pain
You’re quoting lines, I’m dropping mines
I’m the author of the chapter, you’re reading signs

All that noise in your feed, you recycle the hype
But you never held the mic, you just typed, you just typed
While I dive in deep, you skim the surface clean
You feast on zucchini, I feast on the unseen

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t act so bold
If you ain’t in the story you’re just a mold
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you set the code
But you’re just a cameo in someone else’s show
Don’t eat zucchini, stop faking your lane
When the beat drops heavy you’ll feel the pain
You’re quoting lines, I’m dropping mines
I’m the author of the chapter, you’re reading signs

So next time you post “I know it all” in your grid
Remember the zucchini you munch while you skid
I’m in the chaos, forging something raw
And you? Just another feed in the scroll—nothing more.

Don’t eat zucchini

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.

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