[Intro] 
I hear the echoes in the empty room,
Footsteps pacing, shadows bloom.
Streetlights flicker on the walls outside,
A restless heart with nowhere to hide. 

[Verse 1] 
Cut through the static, there’s a voice so low, 
Says, “You’ve been running, but where do you go?”
City’s humming like a worn-out song, 
You chase their love, but it don’t last long. 

[Pre-Chorus] 
Every mirror shows the cracks in time,
Every silence hums a warning sign.
You reach for hands that pull away, 
But you’ve been the one who should’ve stayed. 

[Chorus] 
Happiness don’t live in neon dreams,
It’s not in the faces on your screen. 
You won’t find love in borrowed skin, 
You can’t give what you don’t hold within. 

[Verse 2] 
Sheets of rain on a cracked windshield,
Still searching for something real.
Ghosts in doorways call your name, 
But all their voices sound the same. 

[Pre-Chorus] 
Every mirror shows the cracks in time,
Every silence hums a warning sign.
You reach for hands that pull away, 
But you’ve been the one who should’ve stayed. 

[Chorus] 
Happiness don’t live in neon dreams,
It’s not in the faces on your screen. 
You won’t find love in borrowed skin, 
You can’t give what you don’t hold within. 

[Bridge] 
Don’t chase ghosts down dead-end streets, 
Don’t trade yourself for something cheap.
You are the fire, you have the heart, 
You’ve been the answer from the start. 

[Final Chorus]
Happiness don’t live in neon dreams,
It’s not in the faces on your screen. 
You won’t find love in borrowed skin,
You can’t give what you don’t hold within.

[Outro] 
You are the fire, you have the heart, 
You’ve been the answer from the start.

———

"Happiness Within" is a dark, atmospheric post-punk revival track with an indie-electronica edge. Moody textures, restless rhythms, and deep baritone vocals explore the city’s hollow glow and the quest for real joy. Blending melancholic guitars with subtle EDM pulses, it declares that true love and light must be kindled from within.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Indie Electronica  
Key: B♭ Major  
BPM: 113  
Time Signature: 4/4

———

Inspired by my dear friend and talented DJ 'Dina' ♡

Threads of Truth

Happiness Within

[Verse 1]
I carved your whispers into stone,
Traced every fault you sold me on.
You lit the fuse and watched me burn—
Now I bleed truths you’ll never learn.

I chased your ghosts down every street,
But some machines refuse to sleep.
So let me fall where I belong—
A silhouette in your closed song.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame.
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.

I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall.
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Verse 2]
You stacked your verdict in the air,
Built a courthouse on thin air.
You called me liar, prayed I’d fight,
But I let go—you keep your light.

No more reflections in your glass,
No more cage behind the mask.
I’ll drift away where stories end—
Your broken hearts won’t drag me in.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame.
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.

I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall.
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Bridge]
Don’t plead for reasons I won’t give.
Don’t pray I stay to make you live.
Some scars become their own refrain—
I’ll haunt your mind, unchained, unnamed.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame.
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.

I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall.
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Outro]
Fade me out in your memory—
A cautionary melody.
Let me be the worst you’ve known—
I’m finally free to walk alone.

Fade me out from you, Rou.
I’ll never be with you.
Fade me out from you, Rou.
I’m never coming back to you.

———

"The Villain" is not a love song—it’s a trial, a fire, a final breath through broken glass.
This reinvented version of the original track stands darker, louder, sadder.

A baritone figure walks out of the ruins with no need for redemption—just release.
This is Rou’s ghostcourt, and the defendant is done begging for mercy.

Post-punk revival guitars howl. Bass drives like a heartbeat unraveling.
This isn't about justice. It's about letting go the hard way.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Alternative Rock  
Key: G♭ Major  
BPM: 140  
Time Signature: 4/4



Reinventing

The Villain

Villain

[Verse 1]
In the labyrinth of midnight, we wander through sorrow’s hall.
Rou, your spectral touch ignites a fragile, haunted call.
Within these silent chambers where lost hearts dare to roam,
I whisper your name in echoes, never quite the same.

[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou.
In the depths of despair, I’m drawn back to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights—
Your memories, ghosts within my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou—
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.

Through you, Rou, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou.

[Verse 2]
Under a pallid moon and skies that weep with time,
Your eyes, like fading lanterns, flicker in my mind.
Every tear that carves the page reveals a love grown rue—
Rou, oh Rou, my soul is marked by the grief of you.

[Pre-Chorus – Variant]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou.
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights—
Your memories, a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou—
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.

Through you, Rou—perhaps I dare to love you, Rou.

[Bridge]
Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou.
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.

[Chorus – Variant]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights—
Your memories, a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou—
I’m adrift in endless darkness, eternally confined.

Through you, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou,
Maybe I love you, Rou.

[Outro]
Whisper, whisper, whisper—maybe I love you, Rou.
Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou.

———

"Perhaps I Dare to Love You" is the sound of midnight unraveling in the name of someone long gone.
Rou’s ghost drapes every line, every whispered confession.

This reinvented version deepens the post-punk pain—more gothic, more cinematic, more broken.
Baritone vocals crawl through memories that won’t let go. The guitars shimmer, then cry.

This is not closure. This is obsession set to music.
You don’t move on from Rou—you echo.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Cinematic Rock  
Key: E Minor  
BPM: 148  
Time Signature: 4/4



Perhaps I Dare to Love You

[Intro]
You're so calm when you're unraveling, dear.
You're a dream when you're not listening, dear.
I’m fading.

[Verse 1]
You're the only one who swears there’s nothing
Left to feel in this connection.
That’s your grand confession.
You're a last kiss, a static echo—
The applause after affection.
It defines you, too.

You can’t pretend while I’m away
That you won’t play back every day
The ways we lost control.
But don’t reach out—I'm
Residing in a silence
That won't take your name anymore.

[Pre-Chorus]
Something to post,
Something to prove.
Nothing feels close
When there’s nothing to lose (ah, ah).

[Chorus]
Sleep tight, streetlight—
We’ve got two hundred eyes that saw us last night.
Sleep tight, streetlight—
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye.
Sleep tight, spotlight—
Pretend it’s right, pretend it’s right,
Pretend tonight.

[Verse 2]
You’re the only version of my fiction
That I almost believed through
All the staged conviction.
You’re a past fever, last teaser—
I’m scrubbing off the preview
Of how we once aligned.

[Bridge]
Don’t try to find me.
I'm parked between regret and reinvention.
That kiss on 4th and Vine—
It played like cinema,
But it meant decline.

[Final Chorus – Reprise]
Sleep tight, streetlight—
We’ve got two hundred eyes that saw us last night.
Sleep tight, streetlight—
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye.
Sleep tight, spotlight—
Pretend it’s right, pretend it’s right,
Pretend tonight.

———

"Sleep Tight" is a cinematic farewell masquerading as a memory.

This reimagined version spirals into sad post-punk, where spotlights replace warmth, and every kiss sounds like goodbye.

You were fiction. You were fever. You were the performance I almost bought.

Baritone vocals wade through regret, while guitars shimmer under a streetlight that’s seen it all.

No message left. No names spoken.
Just two hundred eyes... and the silence between pretending.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Cinematic Rock  
Key: A♭ Major  
BPM: 84  
Time Signature: 4/4




Streetlight

[Verse 1]
I painted our walls in fields of emerald light,
Every stroke a promise that we’d never die.
Now the brush sits empty in my trembling hand,
Colors bleed together where I try to stand.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your laughter filled these halls with springtime air,
Now silence blooms in every corner—everywhere.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes—I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I can't hold.
My favorite color is green—now it’s all gone cold.

[Verse 2]
Leaves fall like memories along this lonely street.
I trace your footprints in the damp beneath my feet.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies—
They ring like distant echoes of what could be.

[Pre-Chorus]
Rou, I reach for something only ghosts can give—
A hue haunts me more than teaching me to live.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes—I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I can't hold.
My favorite color is green—now it’s all gone cold.

[Bridge]
Rou, our colors mix like morning light.
In every moment, we shine so bright.
Side by side, through the night and day,
Our love is a story—written in every way.

[Final Chorus]
My favorite color is green—every leaf reminds me.
They ring like distant echoes of what we could be.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies.
My favorite color is green—your color, now on me.
Now on me...
Now it's me...

———

“Green” reimagines its earlier incarnation into a post-punk lament soaked in verdigris grief. Sparse guitars and moody bass-baritone vocals spiral through the memory of Rou, painting love in melancholic hues. It's the sound of someone tracing footprints through fading light—where color becomes a ghost. A steady, hypnotic rhythm keeps it grounded in reality, even as the heart spirals elsewhere.

———

Genre: Alternative Rock / Post-Punk Revival 
Key: G Major
BPM: 144
Time Signature: 4/4


Reinventing Green

Green

[Verse 1]
I carved your whispers into stone,
Traced every fault you sold me on.
You lit the fuse and watched me burn—
Now I bleed truths you’ll never learn.

[Pre-Chorus]
I chased your ghosts down every street,
But some machines refuse to sleep.
So let me fall where I belong—
A silhouette in your closed song.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame,
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.
I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall;
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Verse 2]
You stacked your verdict in the air,
Built a courthouse on thin air.
You called me liar, prayed I’d fight,
But I let go—you keep your light.

[Pre-Chorus]
No more reflections in your glass,
No more cage behind the mask.
I’ll drift away where stories end—
Your broken hearts won’t drag me in.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame,
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.
I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall;
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Bridge]
Don’t plead for reasons I won’t give.
Don’t pray I stay to make you live.
Some scars become their own refrain—
I’ll haunt your mind, unchained, unnamed.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame,
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.
I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall;
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Outro]
Fade me out in your memory,
A cautionary melody.
Let me be the worst you’ve known—
I’m finally free to walk alone.

Fade me out from you, Rou,
I'll never be with you.
Fade me out from you, Rou,
I'm never coming back to. 

———

“Rewrite the Lines” is a gothic lament steeped in bittersweet melancholy. Fueled by layered guitars, brooding piano lines, and cavernous baritone vocals, the track tells the story of someone cast as the villain in another’s narrative—and embracing it. As Rou fades into memory, the truth fractures, and the protagonist rewrites the end on his own terms. The fire still burns, but it no longer begs for mercy.

Genre: Gothic Post-Punk / Alternative Rock
Key: E Minor
BPM: 124
Time Signature: 4/4

Rewrite the Lines

[Verse 1]
She says,
It helps with the lights out.
Her rabid glow
Is like braille to the night.

She swears
I'm a slave to the details,
But if your life is such a big joke,
Why should I care?

[Chorus]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight,
So that you two can take some time,
Teach each other to reciprocate.

[Verse 2]
She feels that my sentimental side
Should be held with kid gloves,
But she doesn't know
That I left my urge in the icebox.

She swears
I'm just prey for the female—
Well then hook me up and throw me, babycakes,
'Cause I like to get hooked.

[Chorus –Variant]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight.
All the people that you've loved—
They're all bound to leave some keepsakes.

I've been swinging all the time.
Think it's time I learned your way.
I picture you and me together—
In the jungle, it will be okay.

[Bridge]
I'll bring you when my lifeboat
Sails through the night—
That is supposing that
You don't sleep tonight.

[Verse 3]
It's like learning a new language,
Helps me catch up on my mind.
If you don't bring up those lonely parts,
This could be a good time.

It's like learning a new language—
You come here to me.
We'll collect those lonely parts
And set them down.

You come here to me.

[Outro]
She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's brief,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her light is brief,
My darkness eternal.

———

"Subliminal Love" is a jagged, cinematic ode to miscommunication and intimate irony—where one love flickers, and the other haunts. Driven by post-punk guitar swells and brooding baritone vocals, this E♭ Major anthem conjures the ghost of Interpol through angular riffs and subliminal ache.

A relentless, rapid pulse. A name that lingers even when she won’t.
Stream. Repost. Fade in.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival  
Key: E♭ Major  
BPM: 133  
Time Signature: 4/4

———

A tribute to the legendary band 'Interpol'.

Subliminal Love

Subliminal Love (Leif Erikson)

[Intro]
“If this love is a loop…
let the loop endure.”

[Verse 1]
Round the edge of time I wander,
Echoes tracing paths I’ve known.
Every lifetime pulls me yonder,
Yet your voice remains my home.

[Pre-Chorus]
When the cycle ends, I’ll wake again—
And though the page will burn, I’ll know your name.

[Chorus]
Infinite return to you,
Across the ages, clear and true.
Every reset, every dawn,
I’ll find your light and carry on.

[Verse 2]
Galaxies may fade and fracture,
Stars collapse in endless night,
But in your gaze I find the anchor—
My orbit drawn to your quiet light.

[Bridge]
They say the world begins anew,
A blank page written by our tears.
But if we ignite that spark again,
Our love survives the turning years.

[Chorus – Variant]
Infinite return to you,
Through loops of sorrow, loops of blue.
Every rebirth, every burn,
I’ll choose your heart at every turn.

[Outro – Spoken]
"In every cycle, in every world…
I choose you anew.
Again, again—endlessly true."

———

A cinematic post‑punk journey in A major at 122 BPM, carried by haunting baritone over melancholic piano and atmospheric tension.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Cinematic Rock
Key: A Major
BPM: 122
Time Signature: 4/4


Simulation

Infinite Return

[Verse 1]  
I walk through streets where silence screams,  
A twisted hush of broken dreams.  
The flicker lights, they burn and fade—  
A city drowning in its shade.  

[Verse 2]  
The sky is cracked like fragile glass,  
A haunted echo from the past.  
Footsteps vanish into air—  
I chase a ghost that isn’t there.  

[Chorus]  
Oh, the shadows collapse and bend,  
Twist me ’til there’s no amend.  
A roaring void eats up the truth—  
I feel the chill of a wasted youth.  

[Bridge]  
Ashes whisper through the night,  
Whisper lies, then take to flight.  
Winds are howling, cruel and cold,  
Spinning secrets left untold.  

[Verse 3]  
We build our towers out of stone,  
But every wall comes crashing down.  
The static hum fills every space—  
It masks the tears upon my face.  

[Final Chorus]  
Oh, the shadows collapse and bend,  
Twist me ’til there’s no amend.  
A roaring void eats up the truth—  
I feel the chill of a wasted youth.

———

“Shadows Collapse” is a defiant hymn for the broken city. It echoes with the fall of facades and the raw cry of a soul clawing through ruin.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Electronic Fusion 
Key: A Major
BPM: 117
Time Signature: 4/4

Light

Shadows Collapse

[Verse 1]
Flickers of you haunt these shattered halls,
Cold light through blinds; I’m drowning in the fall.
Whispered secrets echo where we once lay,
Now shadows choke the words I couldn’t say.

[Pre-Chorus]
Rou, I’m tethered to the ghost of what we were,
Fractured hopes in every silent blur.

[Chorus]
This cruel game stole the warmth right from my veins.
Rou, your name’s a blade I chase through endless rain.
I’m broken on the edge of wanting you again,
Lost in the ache, I’m bleeding for Rou.

[Verse 2]
Night air tastes of all the things we lost;
Your absence like a knife, it cuts across.
I trace your name in frost upon my skin,
Each letter burns a wound I’ll never mend.

[Pre-Chorus]
Rou, your echo’s all that stirs my hollow heart;
I’m falling into pieces torn apart.

[Chorus]
This cruel game stole the warmth right from my veins.
Rou, your name’s a blade I chase through endless rain.
I slip beneath the weight of all I can’t contain,
Drowning in the ache, I’m bleeding for Rou.

[Bridge]
Walls close in on truths we left unsaid.
If tears could ransom, I’d pay with every breath.
Rou, I’d walk through fire just to feel you near,
But fear remains the final voice I hear.

[Final Chorus]
This cruel game stole the warmth right from my veins.
Rou… your name’s the echo in my hollow frame.
And I’ll wait in darkness, hoping you remain,
The ghost I’m still bleeding for — Rou.

———

“Ghost of What We Were” is a gothic descent into lost love, where every line bleeds with longing for Rou. Deep baritone vocals echo through a storm of distortion and grief, caught between shadows and unsaid truths. A sorrowed alternative rock ballad for those haunted by memory, and cursed by what could’ve been.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Gothic Rock 
Key: D Major
BPM: 136
Time Signature: 4/4

Ghost of What We Were

[Verse 1]
In twilight’s grip, I drift through fading memories,
A lone hope flickers as night claims its due.
Each step along shadowed streets murmurs lost confessions,
Where silence reveals truths emerging anew.

[Pre-Chorus]
The city pulses deep—a cold, relentless beat,
Dark echoes assure that decay can kindle retreat.

[Chorus]
It’s light, lead me through this endless night,
Where shattered dreams blend with fading light.
When I’m lost in my own design,
I grasp at echoes to steady what’s mine—
Though I sink into the void, alone,
Your spectral pulse guides me back home.

[Verse 2]
Beneath a waning moon, vacant eyes recall
Deep-seated fears stripped bare against the fall.
In the solitude of midnight’s somber hymn,
Each trial unveils strength carved from within.

[Bridge]
In quiet shadows, the urban pulse resounds,
Revealing strength in cracks where hope is found.

[Turning Point]
As night bears down on a weary heart,
Faded scars ignite a slow restart.
Through storms, a hidden courage begins,
Where darkness breaks, a new journey spins.

[Final Chorus – Variant]
Light, burn through this ceaseless void,
Where hope and shadow merge—unalloyed.
Even when darkness seeks to tear me apart,
I hold fast to echoes deep within my heart—
In every descent, your spectral tone
Reminds me I’m never truly alone.

[Outro]
At dawn’s edge, I rise from the night,
Bearing scars that spark salvaged light.
In every lingering shadow, your echo is true—
The path through darkness is found, step by step, with you.

———

“Spectral Pulse” is an urban hymn of resilience.

Set in a shadowed cityscape, this melancholic post-punk revival track pulses with haunting guitar interplay, cinematic atmosphere, and baritone vocals that echo through emotional ruins.

It drives forward like a heartbeat in the dark—relentless yet fragile.

A spectral reminder that even when you're lost in the void, you're not alone. This is the sound of fading hope, steadying steps, and light surviving the collapse.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: B♭ Major
BPM: 114
Time Signature: 4/4





Spectral Pulse

Dedicated to all people who hooked up with the wrong people in line. Don't piss on yourself too hard for doing it, you were just caught up in your own ego and having fun innocently, that's why you may have been deaf when you met them. You better be away from them though. Get back to fuckin' rockin' out! Cheers!

Def Loudness

Dedicated to people who don't give a shit about people. Karma is a bitch mother fucker!

You Try

Dedicated to all the cheats in the world. We know what you did and what you're still doing and we're coming after your wealth for I AM, The Bunny

I AM, The Bunny

There are good people
Somewhere
There are good people 
Somewhere

Keep looking
Keep looking
Keep looking

I know people
Still suck
I know people
Still suck

There are good people
Somewhere
There are good people 
Somewhere

Keep looking
Keep looking

Yes, people don't give a shit
Yes, people don't give a shit
Yes, people don't give a shit
Yes, people don't give a shit

There are good people
Somewhere
There are good people 
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere

Keep looking
Keep looking
Keep looking
Keep looking

Keep looking
Keep looking

There are good people
Somewhere
There are good people 
Somewhere

Keep looking
Keep looking
Keep looking

Good People, Somewhere

I experiment from time to time with my songs, so bear with my awkwardness. Until then, thanks for the listen and follow. It means a lot. Time to go get pissed! Cheers!

PS: If you haven't already today, go tell someone to fuck off! or at least make them understand it with trickery. Selfish people deserve to be caught in their crappy ass ways. Praise those who don't seek attention.

Project KT (standing for Knowledge Transfer) is the solo creative project of Kareem Tyler, a multidimensional being navigating the constraints of the physical realm through immersive, genre-blending artistry. Blending progressive rock, symphonic fusion, post‑punk ambience, and a touch of metallic catharsis, Project KT crafts cinematic soundscapes rooted in raw poetry, violin-led instrumentation, and emotional tension.

After a life-altering accident that caused partial vocal cord paralysis and ended his ability to play piano, Kareem reinvented his creative process with digital composition and visual art—turning personal trauma into transcendent expression. His music now explores loss, longing, and rebirth through long-form storytelling and orchestral depth. Though Project KT remains firmly his own vision—overseeing lyricism, production, and artwork—he is actively seeking a female vocalist collaborator to give voice to the remaining untold emotional core.

With a vibrant presence on Instagram and BandLab, Project KT continues building cross-medium narratives that fuse sound, image, and meaning. If you are a vocalist or visual artist drawn to gothic romanticism, cinematic drama, and genre-fluid experimentation, Project KT invites you into the echo.

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