The math I learned in High School turned out to be completely useless.

Killing For Their Lies

It's not enough until the blood starts flowing.

Kingdom of Glass by SLEEPTALKER, produced, mixed & mastered by Spencer Sotelo from Periphery

Kingdom of Glass

BURDEN MAN (PROD. ATIKI)

Welcome to the rage carnival of modern democracy—Different Clowns, Same Circus is a satirical riot anthem disguised as a psychedelic trap-club banger. With razor-sharp metaphors and absurdist political venom, this track flips the circus tent on the broken system we’re trapped inside. Each bar spits truth like sawdust and smoke: rigged elections, empty promises, velvet thrones paid in broken backs. It’s the soundtrack to waking up pissed, dancing through protest, and setting fire to the illusion with a smirk. You’ve bought the ticket—now scream from the bleachers. The only way out is to burn it all down.

Lyrics:

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, step right up to democracy's greatest show.
Three rings of chaos, one price of admission: your sanity.
Tonight only—watch politicians disappear your paycheck before your very eyes.

Wake up to the barker's same old pitch,
New face, old tricks, guess which is which.
Trapeze of tax breaks swing overhead,
Safety nets cut while the rich get fed.
Cotton candy promises melt on your tongue,
Strongman flexes while the bills stay hung.
Paper tigers roar from their golden cage,
We're the sideshow now—welcome to the rage.
Queue for the funhouse, queue for a loan,
Queue for the mirror that breaks your backbone.
Tickets to nowhere cost everything you own,
But the clowns keep laughing from their velvet throne.

Step right up, place your bet,
On the tightrope walker drowning in debt.
Smoke and mirrors fill the tent,
We scream in the bleachers till our voices are spent.

Different clowns, same circus ring,
Juggling scandals while the cash registers sing.
Raise your fist, let the sawdust storm,
We dance in the aisles while the tent transforms.
Bribes are the greasepaint covering the rot,
The bearded lady's what your vote just bought.
Line up for scraps, for a joke, for a dream—
When the whole damn show's rigged, make the riot supreme.

Ringmaster changes but the lions stay hungry,
"Elect the fire-eater!"—democracy's ugly.
Ten hoops to jump through, one palm to grease,
Big top's on fire but they call it peace.
Human cannonball shot straight through your wallet,
The trapeze artist's pension? They already called it.
We livestream the chaos, we meme through the pain,
Throw peanuts at power till they break the chain.

Under the big top where hope goes to die,
The magician's trick: making your future goodbye.
But we own the crowd, we write the reviews—
The greatest show's over when we light the fuse.

Hey! Hey! Step right up if you're pissed!
Hey! Hey! Different clowns, can't resist!
Hey! Hey! Burn the tent, break the mold!
Hey! Hey! This freak show's getting old!

Thank you, thank you, you've been a wonderful audience.
Exit through the gift shop—democracy's half off.



Different Clowns, Same Circus

I say F!
I say U!
I say C!
I say K!

I say - Y-O-U!

Ethernal love for Soundcloud and Algorithms Blues

IWTKY Pt. 2

Dabura

bleed x Young Death

Lyrics:

There's been one too many hits for me to take this
I've been beaten, who I am is now the barest sense
Clinging to a life I no longer want
When there's nothing left inside but the silence
I'm looking closely at the void like an old friend
Calling me to fall

Reaching for the bottom
Rising up to meet me fast

I cling sides of the pit
Like there's one good reason not to fall into it
Headfirst
Head
First
Head
First

I want it want it want it want it
Now I need it need it
I'm just a coward who is too afraid to go and get it
I'm just a coward
On the edge of the pit

There's no desire left to try and make it all seem right
Drown me in the darkness so I never have to face the light
When there's nothing left inside but the silence
I'm looking closely at the void like an old friend
Calling me to fall

It's calling me calling me calling
Calling me calling me calling
Calling me calling me
It's calling me 
It's calling me to fall
Fall
(Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall)
Headfirst

Headfirst

Let your freak flag flow, songs about being a freak, being broke, being a loser. being a degenerate. being X'd out of society (like me) not being a part of this sh1t show

let my freak flow

let my freak flow x Young Death

TRAITOR

ALL THE DAWGS

📝 [prod. kaizzr + jpeezyp]

RIPPED!!! who gives a rats ass!!!

Lil Durk - Pissed Me Off @MNT

All I want is to one day make songs sick enough to have been on the Need for Speed Most Wanted (2005) soundtrack

No AI used in the making of this music.

dont talk shit when you rap shit
Genuinely depressed inside
i have found skill in Domcore
FEMBOYZAI!

With introspective and evocative lyrics, paired with an explosive, unique, and well-rounded sound, position FL / TN metal outfit SLEEPTALKER to become a mainstay in the heavy music space.

SLEEPTALKER is Jamar Shipley, Cecil Thomas, Eugene Plastino, Alex McCown & John Parrish

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

Deathcore/Hardcore/Metalcore band from Germany
Formed in 2023
We just wanna make brutal music

𝑰 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪
𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬
https://soundcloud.com/greenoutclub

Bad music for bad people.  
Young Death is a collapse core archivist channeling distortion, courtroom scowls, and algorithmic silence into ritualized sonic glyphs. His sound mutates through trap metal, dark trap, and hardcore rap each track a log entry carved from broken compass ribs and void-black sockets.

Raised in the wreckage of genre purity, Young Death weaponizes friction: glitchy playlist submissions, shadowbans, and metadata sabotage become part of the archive. His music isn’t clean—it’s cursed. Screamed through cracked teeth and buried beneath collapsed algorithms, it’s signal for those who never belonged.

This isn’t branding. It’s ritual.  
This isn’t a scene. It’s signal.  
This is bad music for bad people.

best dubstep based SoundCloud in existence since 2013
5k bangers 
make sure “My Legit Funeral Playlist” is played at my funeral

*No music I post is my own I be ripping shit*

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