We are the mannequins 
The junk people
The attic people 
The skip people 
The warehouse people
We are not real
And we are hungry

You do not see us
You do not hear us
You do not feel us
But we are here
You do not care
Or even think of us 
But we are here 
We are real


We are the broken people
We are the darkness people
We are the bits people
We are the broken people 
We are the cardboard people 
We are the damaged people
We cannot move
But we are coming 

We can change
We can move
We can feel
We can choose
We have feelings 
We have thoughts
We turn to action
And we act fast

We were the voiceless
We were the forgotten
We were the stolen
We were the young
We were the old
We were you

So first we think
And then we talk
And then we plan
And then we act
And then we move
All around you
Then towards you
And we grab 
You

we are real
And we
Are
Not
Going
Away

we are real
And we
Are
Not
Going
AWAY

Now you are nothing
Now you are empty
Now you are trapped
Now you are forgotten 
Now you are cardboard
Now you are junk people
Now you are nobody

And we are free
We are free
Are we?

(Pizzicato strings solo)

Are We?

We Are

We are the mannequins 
The junk people
The attic people 
The skip people 
The warehouse people
We are not real
And we are hungry

You do not see us
You do not hear us
You do not feel us
But we are here
You do not care
Or even think of us 
But we are here 
We are real


We are the broken people
We are the darkness people
We are the bits people
We are the broken people 
We are the cardboard people 
We are the damaged people
We cannot move
But we are coming 

We can change
We can move
We can feel
We can choose
We have feelings 
We have thoughts
We turn to action
And we act fast

We were the voiceless
We were the forgotten
We were the stolen
We were the young
We were the old
We were you

So first we think
And then we talk
And then we plan
And then we act
And then we move
All around you
Then towards you
And we grab 
You

we are real
And we
Are
Not
Going
Away

we are real
And we
Are
Not
Going
AWAY

Now you are nothing
Now you are empty
Now you are trapped
Now you are forgotten 
Now you are cardboard
Now you are junk people
Now you are nobody

And we are free
We are free
Are we?


(Pizzicato strings solo)

We Are Coming

We Are Not Real

We Are The Broken People

#DarkElectronic

#ExperimentalMusic

#SpokenWord

#Industrial

#HorrorMusic

#Dystopian

#Abstract

#Narrative

#Atmospheric

#Pizzicato

The Attic People

The Warehouse People

The Skip People

Tide — a digital elegy for all who drowned in someone else's storm.

This track is not just music — it’s a post-breakup autopsy in bytecode, a raw confession dressed in distortion and delay. We speak of love like data, heartbreak like corrupted files, and trust like vanishing signals. She came in like water... and left like weight.

A collaboration between LukeMotive and EJAJ — born from glitch, raised in static, forged in poetic fire. This is a soundscape where spoken word meets synthetic soul. A manifesto for the emotionally encrypted. For those who bleed in zeros and glitch in ones.

🎧 Best experienced alone.
💔 For the masked, the manipulated, the mirror-holders.

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We don’t heal with silence. We remix the scars.

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Tide

Didn’t ride in with sermons or sound...
Still, the silence got loud when he came around.

Came like a secret that slipped through the cracks,
No script, no clique, just pain in his tracks.
Ghost in the flesh with the weight of the map,
Carried the world like a duffel of pasts.

Taught in the alleys, not halls or steeples,
Broke no laws, but he bent all the evils.
Didn’t pitch faith, just pitched in with people,
Flipped tables and fates like sequels to prequels.

Got blood on his breath but he never rep’d gangs,
Still, they marked him out like a threat to their reign.
Told him walk off, but he stayed in the flames,
Turned the gallows to gallant with nothing but pain.

[=================================================]

[🔥 Chorus 🔥]
He looked in their eyes as they sealed his fate,
Grin on his face like he’d bent the blade.
No throne, no guards, just spit and flame,
But he smiled… like he chose that pain.

Didn’t flinch when the cold steel sang,
Stood there calm while the hammer rang.
They broke his body, but not his gaze,
He stayed.
Yeah… the stranger stayed.

[=================================================]

Bars on his wrists, thorns in his hair,
Looked like a man, but he saw through air.
Didn’t drop names, didn’t play sides,
Took every L like it’d give us life.

Hung like a thought you regret too late,
Died like a god in a sinner’s shape.
But here's the twist, death took the bait,
He flipped the script with no exit gate.

Call that myth? You missed the code,
Truth don’t need to boast to hold.
He played the pawn, then cracked the board,
Now even kings don’t know what they’re for.

Saw him last night, dream deep like cellar,
Said, The ones they bury make the best storytellers.
Left no will, but he split the room,
Gave bread to the ghosts and walked through tombs.

[=================================================]

[🔥 Chorus 🔥]
He looked in their eyes as they sealed his fate,
Grin on his face like he’d bent the blade.
No throne, no guards, just spit and flame,
But he smiled… like he chose that pain.

Didn’t flinch when the cold steel sang,
Stood there calm while the hammer rang.
They broke his body, but not his gaze,
He stayed.
Yeah… the stranger stayed.

[=================================================]

Smiled like he knew...
Smiled like he knew.
Didn’t need saving...
He stayed.

The stranger stayed.

Smiled Like He Knew

Welcome to the world of LukeMotive — where emotion bleeds through every verse.
https://www.rebeluniverserecords.com/

I’m not here to entertain. I’m here to expose. My music speaks to the broken, the misunderstood, the rebels and deep thinkers. From raw rap and dark rock to introspective storytelling, each track is a psychological manifesto.

Every lyric comes from truth — trauma, defiance, identity, pain, power, awakening. No filters. No industry polish. Just reality served loud.

🎧 If you're tired of fake perfection, press play.

🔥 LukeMotive is not a name. It's a movement.

📍 London, United Kingdom
🧠 Upcoming Album: Personality Manifesto
💊 Upcoming EPs:
Happy Pills™ 💊💊💊
Deads Can't Feel Vol. 1 ☠️
Emotional Pandemia 🧠🦠
💥 Projects: Sound Rebellion | Rebel Universe | Personality Manifesto
🕶 Available on all major platforms

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

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