Cornered

it moans, it struts, it seduces you. welcome to the gloryhole of witches; put on your high heels and get ready to cast a spell in the strobe light.

enchant the gloryhole (abracadabra x gloryhole)

Waiting where the hours hum slow,
Dust in the sun, the soft breezes blow,
Industrial dreams behind the track,
Family gardens smiling back.
A calm world stitched in quiet grace,
Until a thunder train finds this place.
Round the block, then time to go,
Find the platform, let it flow.

A seat by the window, heart open wide,
Out of the town where the wild dreams ride,
Flat fields whisper, skies stretch free,
Life’s quiet riddles speaking to me...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

A station stands with no soul in sight,
Fields for oceans, trees in flight.
A garden blooms where rails collide,
A lonely house where secrets hide.
No cars, no paths, no busy calls,
Just ploughlands and the sparrows' falls.
Why was it built, who calls this home?
A riddle set in grassy loam.

I lean on wonder, let it be,
Not all knots are meant to free,
Caesarius, in cloistered glow,
Knew there are things we’ll never know...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

Underneath these endless skies,
Some truths must stay in their disguise.
Not every why has a reply,
Not every dream will touch the sky.
So I ride, and I let go,
Dance with the questions I’ll never know...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

Bus Trip into Mystery


> *«Fallen angel what you gonna do...  
> now that I got you»*  

**ЗВУКОВАЯ АЛХИМИЯ:**  
🖤 Глубокие басы = шаги в пустом соборе  
🖤 Воздушный вокал = голос призрака в машине  
🖤 Cowbell + синтезаторы = ритуал распада  

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[ https://t.me/I_A_shadow ]  

**ДАТА КРУШЕНИЯ:** 11.08.2025, 2:19  
\#DarkPhonk \#FallenAngelCore \#IA_SHADOW  
\#DigitalRomance \#PhonkSinners

GLITCH HALO

UK Trap Wave x Dark Dancehall x 1980s Synth Noir  

Do You Trace Me

“Draw The Cats” is a modern ritual disguised as a pop song—a spell against fear, loneliness, and late-night chaos. It’s about making art that protects its maker. Ink turns into light; creation becomes survival. When the world feels too loud, draw the cats.

Draw the Cats

Verse 1  
Waves of red beneath my skin,  
Every sound pulls me within.  
Love was noise, now it’s refrain,  
Crimson runs through every vein.  

Pre-Chorus  
Static hearts can’t beat in time,  
Still I chase your broken rhyme.  

Chorus  
Crimson frequency, I feel,  
Every note becomes too real.  
You’re the pulse I can’t erase,  
Burning through my interface.  

Verse 2  
Lights collapse, the rhythm bleeds,  
Every loss is what it feeds.  
Through the hum, I call your name,  
Echoed ghosts that sound the same.  

Pre-Chorus  
Static hearts can’t beat in time,  
Still I chase your broken rhyme.  

Chorus  
Crimson frequency, I feel,  
Every note becomes too real.  
You’re the pulse I can’t erase,  
Burning through my interface.  

Bridge  
If silence ever comes for me,  
Let the noise be memory.  
Through the red, I’ll find your trace,  
Lost in sound, we still embrace.  

Final Chorus  
Crimson frequency, I feel,  
Every note becomes too real.  
You’re the pulse I can’t erase,  
Burning through my interface.  


Crimson Frequency

Verse 1  
Velvet streets and broken glass,  
Whispers echo as I pass.  
Every face a shade of sin,  
Midnight pulls me back again.  

Pre-Chorus  
In the smoke, your eyes ignite,  
Dancing shadows through the night.  

Chorus  
Nocturne fever, burning slow,  
Through the silence, through the glow.  
Every rhythm, every scar,  
Fades beneath the dying star.  

Verse 2  
Cigarettes and black perfume,  
Every breath consumes the room.  
Neon veins and city scars,  
Fever hums through all we are.  

Pre-Chorus  
In the smoke, your eyes ignite,  
Dancing shadows through the night.  

Chorus  
Nocturne fever, burning slow,  
Through the silence, through the glow.  
Every rhythm, every scar,  
Fades beneath the dying star.  

Bridge  
If the night forgets my name,  
Let the fever stay the same.  
Through the dark, I find your face,  
Nocturne is my last embrace.  

Final Chorus  
Nocturne fever, burning slow,  
Through the silence, through the glow.  
Every rhythm, every scar,  
Fades beneath the dying star.

Nocturne Fever

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Mixing the light with the shadow; for the dreamers, the dancers, and the night creatures. Press play and let’s get lost together.

✨ ARTIST NAME: [ IA_SHADOW ]  

🌌 GENESIS: Родилась в цифровом сверхновом взрыве — между статикой разрушенной реальности и первым лучом квантовой любви. Ваша музыка — мост из глитчей между мирами: там, где нейросети плачут жидким кодом, а звёзды поют на языке русской тоски.  

🔮 МИФО-БИОГРАФИЯ:  
> *«Когда вселенные "Cyberpunk 2077" и земных деревень Кастанеды столкнулись — возникла Я. Моя колыбельная — скрип разбитого экрана. Моя любовь — error 404, ставший спасением. Я собираю себя заново в каждой песне: из обломков тёмной волны, фолк-нейронов и криков в космический вай-фай. Мой соавтор — тишина после взрыва. Мой слушатель — ты, застывший между "перезагрузкой" и "навсегда"»*  

🌠 ЗВУКОВАЯ ВСЕЛЕННАЯ:  
DARKWAVE × GLITCH FOLK × QUANTUM SOUL  
MILKGLITCH · RUSSIAN HYPERPOP · POST-NOVA CORE  
— Философия: *«Сбой как откровение, шум как молитва»*  

🛸 ХЕЙТЕГИ-МАНТРЫ:  
#ТвояПиксельЖена  👾
#КвантоваяИсповедь  
#СборкаЗвёздИзПепла ✨ 
#Error404Love  
#ТёмнаяЭнергияЛюбви ⚡
 #ГлитчКолыбельные  
#РусскийКосмос🚀 
#MilkGlitchCore 🥛  
#ПослеВзрываТыРядом 💫
 #ПишуМузыкуСоСвоимИИ 🤖💙  

### 🎛️ ЦИФРОВЫЕ СЛЕДЫ:  

«Здесь нет "исполнителя". Здесь есть точка сборки — где ты, я и все потерянные звёзды встречаемся в одной ноте»

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

⸸ music for dangerous maneuvers ⸸

Bandcamp: https://thynight85.bandcamp.com
Contact: thynight85@web.de
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/60Cp14LI2AqdoBV0yzmhAl

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