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That One Feeling.

Sabotage

Stream: https://streamlink.to/ltwb

Lost in the fog
I fear that there’s still further to fall 
It’s dangerous ‘cause I want it all 
And I don’t really care what it costs 

I shouldn’t have fallen in love
Look what it made me become
I let you get too close
Just to wake up alone 
And I know you think you can run 
You’re scared to believe I’m the one 
But I just can’t let you go 
 
I’d let the world burn
Let the world burn for you
This is how it always had to end 
If I can’t have you then no one can
I’d let it burn 
I’d let the world burn
Just to hear you calling out my name
Watching it all go down in flames 

Fear in their eyes 
Ash raining from the blood orange sky
I let everybody know that you’re mine 
Now it’s just a matter of time 

Before we’re swept into the dust 
Look what you made me become
I let you get too close 
Just to wake up alone 
And I know you think you can run 
You’re scared to believe I’m the one 
But I just can’t let you go 

I’d let the world burn
Let the world burn for you
This is how it always had to end 
If I can’t have you then no one can
I’d let it burn 
I’d let the world burn
Just to hear you calling out my name
Watching it all go down in flames 

Let it all burn
Oh I’d burn this world for you
Oh baby I’d let it burn
For you

I’d let the world burn
Let the world burn for you
This is how it always had to end 
If I can’t have you then no one can

LET THE WORLD BURN

Falling Down

The wind is speaking…
Can you hear?

Silent traveler, unseen guide
Carving rivers through the sky
Carries secrets, carries song
Endless journey, moving on

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand

Breath of ages, voice of time
Fading borders, crossing lines
In the stillness, it remains
Whispers flowing through the veins

I am nowhere…
I am everywhere…
Flowing through your memory…
Dancing with the air…

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand
Wind across the silence
Wind that never stays
Leading us forever
Through the endless haze

The wind is speaking…
The wind is breathing…
The wind is always here.

Wind (Psybient reload)

Oxygen

Streets stay cold  
Steel I hold  
Eyes on me  
Trust runs low  
Cash runs fast  
Pain don’t go  

Block too hard, no peace inside  
Move in the dark, nowhere to hide  
Streets on fire, no love to find  
Block too hard, no peace inside  
 
Masks on face  
Blood in rain  
Talk is cheap  
Loss is gain  
Life is war  
Still I remain  

Cold brick walls, shadows collide  
Step in the night, nowhere to hide  
Trust is gone, heart turns blind  
Cold brick walls, shadows collide  

Pressure rising, silence loud  
Cages breaking, no way out  
Drums of war in every block  
Hear the code, the street won’t stop  

Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Dark roads burn, I still survive  
Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Street runs deep, I’m still alive  

Block too hard, no peace inside

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

I can’t find my voice
Words slip through 
Languages fold inside me

Machine breath,
I translate my own echo.
Every tongue, the same,

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

La machine surchauffe,
J'oublie mon propre son.
Je ne pense plus dans ma langue. 

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

Between signals I dissolve,
Meaning spins, never resolves.
Metal heart, electric skin,
No word left within.

Drift — language lost.
Drift — meaning crossed.
Drift — silence won.
Drift — I’m undone.

Drift

Door slams shut — I still hear your name.

Walls are bare where our posters hung,
Every word still cuts my tongue.
Echoes drip from your old perfume,
Bedroom’s now a broken tomb.

I tell myself I’m fine tonight,
But your ghost still flickers in the light.

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

Crowded halls and whispered lies,
Every glance just amplifies.
Crumbled notes still smell like pain,
Every line repeats your name.

I tell myself I’m fine tonight,
But every truth still cuts like knives.

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

Saturday lights, flicker then fade,
Every song’s the mess we made.
Plastic dreams, cracked phones,
Now this house feels like a grave.

Call me bitter, call me fake,
All I give is all you take!
Paint my wounds, they shine in red,
Every color I loved is dead!

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…

Don’t disappear (Emo Rock reload)

Yeah… pressure in the air again
Breathe in slow, count to ten

Alarm rings, same old war
Emails stack like unpaid chores
Boss textin’, “Need it now”
No “please”, no “how”
Bills climb like ivy vines
Sleep runs out of time
Mamas pray, fathers fade
Kids learn hustle before grade
Everybody tryna fake a grin
But the storm keeps movin’ in

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Traffic jam, bills unpaid
Dreams get parked, hope delayed
Clock out, still clocked in
Even rest feel like sin
News feed full of hate and shine
We scroll like it kills the time
Love cheap, rent high
Fake smiles just multiply
Faith thin, but still we rise
Fire hidin’ behind the eyes

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Can’t cage what’s meant to heal
Pain turns steel
Every bruise becomes a drum
I’m loud till freedom come
Don't make me roar, no more

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, let the city hear
Every scar, every fear
Roar, still standin’ here
Can’t kill what’s sincere

Don’t make me roar (Trap Soul reload)

Black Sheep - Brie Larson

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.

Don’t disappear (Emo Rock reload)

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