A hyper-curated, genre-morphing project built for the season of shadows. Halloween Core blends dark pop, glitch rock, horror trap, haunted electro, and comic novelty into a single cinematic, playful, and unpredictable journey.

Shifting between eerie atmospheres, theatrical beats, and explosive dancefloor moments, every track explores the strange space between fear, fun, and fantasy. Expect morphing tempos, spooky textures, monstrous hooks, twisted vocals, and absurd breakdowns—engineered for night drives, costume raves, and weird party loops.

HALLOWEEN CORE

Lights go low… tiny glow…
Whispers soft — “don’t be scared, little Fred.”

I tuck in tight, the lights go low,
Under my bed there’s a tiny glow.
Two green eyes and a silver head,
Whispering softly, “don’t be scared, little Fred.”

Aliens under my bed, giggling as I rest my head,
Aliens under my bed, dancing with my socks instead.
They’re friendly, they’re silly, they won’t take my teddy away,
Aliens under my bed — they’re here to play.

They bring stardust, they bring minty air,
They wear striped hats and tune their laser hair.
When I dream of rockets and flying red seeds,
They cheer me on with their odd little alien bleeds.

Aliens under my bed, giggling as I rest my head,
Aliens under my bed, dancing with my socks instead.
They’re friendly, they’re silly, they won’t take my teddy away,
Aliens under my bed — they’re here to play.

Peek beneath the mattress — ooh, what do I see?
Tiny shoes, weird tunes, a mini UFO tee-pee.
“Join the party,” they say, “we’ve got moon-cheese and slime,”
So I grin and nod and float away in bedtime time.

Aliens under my bed, giggling as I rest my head,
Aliens under my bed, dancing with my socks instead.
They’re friendly, they’re silly, they won’t take my teddy away,
Aliens under my bed — they’re here to play.

Under my bed… they’re here to play.
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Lights go low… tiny glow…

Aliens under my bed

Turn the lights… turn the lights down low.
Can you feel it? The static in your soul.

Glass on the floor, reflections twist and bend,
Shadows in my pulse that I can’t defend.
Heartbeat stuttering, color bleeds through sound,
Every step I take spins the world around.

Hold your breath, it’s closing in,
Losing track of where I’ve been.

Welcome to the neon spiral,
Where the madness feels like home.
We’re dancing in denial,
But we never dance alone.
Electric nerves on fire,
Losing sense of what’s real,
Caught inside the neon spiral—
And I love the way it feels.

Mirrors hum a tune I swear I’ve heard before,
Every thought a wave crashing to the floor.
Static on my skin, rhythm in my bones,
Every light that flickers carves another tone.

Touch the glass, the edge will glow,
Don’t look down, just let it go.

Welcome to the neon spiral,
Where the madness feels like home.
We’re dancing in denial,
But we never dance alone.
Electric nerves on fire,
Losing sense of what’s real,
Caught inside the neon spiral—
And I love the way it feels.

Breathe in static, exhale flame,
Spin the thought, forget your name.
In the dark the sirens call,
Catch me laughing as I fall.

Welcome to the neon spiral,
Where the madness feels like home.
We’re dancing in denial,
But we never dance alone.
Electric nerves on fire,
Losing sense of what’s real,
Caught inside the neon spiral—
And I love the way it feels.
(Repeat softly → fade)
“Spiral… spiral… set me free…”

Welcome to the neon spiral

Midnight circles, incense breath,
Ravens gather, hush of death.

Velvet hands that draw the veil,
Silver ash along the trail,
Mirror trembles, edges fray,
Sigils bloom and shadows sway.

I feel the spiral take its claim,
Bind my pulse and speak my name.

Dark ladies, throne of night,
Crown of eclipse, void-lit rite.
Call me closer, break the chain,
Make my chaos sing your reign.

Candles bow to whispered law,
Athame gleams like winter’s jaw,
Omen falls in flakes of glass,
Every vow a ringing brass.

Draw the circle, flood the room,
Bend the hush, undo the doom.

Dark ladies, throne of night,
Crown of eclipse, void-lit rite.
Call me closer, break the chain,
Make my chaos sing your reign.

Ash to mouth, a quiet chant,
Rift unfolds, the stars recant.
Take my fear and stitch it tight—
Wear it as your second light.

Dark ladies, throne of night,
Crown of eclipse, void-lit rite.
Call me closer, break the chain,
Make my chaos sing your reign.
Dark ladies, keep me bound,
In your covenant I’m found;
Through the shatter, through the pain,
I return and speak your name.

Veil descends; the candles lean.
Chaos sleeps—yet I’m your scene.

Dark ladies

Midnight radar buzzes, your heartbeat in time  
I’m closing in — it’s your thrill I’ll prime  

High heels and smoke, you strut in the lights  
Your smirk’s the warning sign before the fight  
The pulse of the club, the trap is alive  
You flirt with danger and you gamble the dive  
I wear the hunter’s mask, grin wide, watching you roam  
Tonight’s my feast — your fear, my throne  

Flash the spotlight, you’re blinking in my prey game  
I taste the victory, you’re screaming my name  

I hunt my love — you don’t know you’re the prize  
In the electric shadows, I mesmerize  
I hunt my love — your pulse sings in the dark  
In this ironic dance, I ignite your spark  

Velvet rope holds you captive in the spin  
Your laughter flickers — my grin begins  
Heartbeat syncs to the bass drop’s roar  
You try to escape but you’re craving more  
I own the thrill ride, you’re leaving trails in the night  
Caught in my net of lights, you’re mine for the bite  

Flash the spotlight, you’re blinking in my prey game  
I taste the victory, you’re screaming my name  

I hunt my love — you don’t know you’re the prize  
In the electric shadows, I mesmerize  
I hunt my love — your pulse sings in the dark  
In this ironic dance, I ignite your spark  

Mirror cracks when we collide in the chase  
You’re the wild beast and the hunted in one face  
Turn the tables, but the hunter stays the same  
In the game of love — I win, you scream my name  

I hunt my love — you’re the tremor in the beat  
Underground pulsation where our shadows meet  
I hunt my love — this carnival of gleam  
Your surrender glows in my silver-screen dream  
I hunt my love — the trophy, the thrill, the bite  
In the chaos of the night, I claim you in the light  

I hunt my love

Dark moon rising, I feel the tide
Your name a whisper on the midnight ride
In the hush of shadows, I hear the call
Under your spell, I begin to fall

I trace the outline of your silhouette
Dancing in the corners where the lights have set
Heartbeat echoes in the blackened air
Pull me closer into what I cannot bear
Your eyes lured me into the ritual flame
Now every candle knows your name
In every mirror I see your face
A ghost I crave in this empty space

I’m tethered tight, I can’t break free
Your whisper sings, “come closer, come to me”
In the dark I’m alive, I’m yours to keep

I’m obsessed about you, chained to your moon
Drawn to your shadow, beneath the gloom
I dance in the darkness, caught in your web
I’m possessed about you, no regrets

Midnight incense burning in my mind
Your scent a tether, leads me to the kind
Where velvet whispers crash against my skin
And I surrender to the pull within
The ritual starts with one glance of your lips
A silent vow inside the eclipse
Your heartbeat drums the rhythm of my soul
In your arms I lose complete control

I’m tethered tight, I can’t break free
Your whisper sings, “come closer, come to me”
In the dark I’m alive, I’m yours to keep

I’m obsessed about you, chained to your moon
Drawn to your shadow, beneath the gloom
I dance in the darkness, caught in your web
I’m possessed about you, no regrets

In the silver haze I see my reflection crack
You’re the mirror, the mirror’s me, the night intact
Tell me your name again, let it burn in my veins
We’re under this spell until the world wanes

I’m obsessed about you, chained to your moon
Drawn to your shadow, beneath the gloom
I dance in the darkness, caught in your web
I’m possessed about you, no regrets
I’m obsessed about you, feel the pull so strong
In your dark enchantment, where I belong
I dance in the darkness, bound by your flame
I’m possessed about you, forever your name

I’m possessed about you

Don’t wake me up — I’m already under

Footsteps in felt, counting my breaths
Teeth of the clock chew through the rest
Blanket of dust tucks in my name
Pillow remembers, I don’t feel the same
Hands like rooms, empty of guests
I hear the mattress relearn my weight
Night kneels down, asks what I’ll trade

Whisper it slow — time takes everything
Lay me this still — hear the hinges sing
Open the dark — I stop resisting

My body decomposes
Under quiet roses
Counting down in doses
What the earth reposes
My body decomposes

inventory: breath / light / noise — gone
keep what you keep — let the rest move on

Label the edges — thread by thread
Names unspool — stitch instead
Glass in the window — learns to blur
I turn to soil — you call it “sir”

Say it again — time takes everything
Fold me to loam — hear the hinges sing
Open the dark — I stop resisting

My body decomposes
Under quiet roses
Counting down in doses
What the earth reposes
My body decomposes

Entropy is patient, a librarian of silence
It files my heart under dust and science
If love keeps records, it will find the pages faded
If I return to ground, remember: nothing’s wasted

My body decomposes
Under quiet roses
Counting down in doses
What the earth reposes
My body decomposes

Turn out the room — leave the door ajar
I’ll be the moss that learns your name tomorrow

My body decomposes

“Well I was polishin’ my bike when the sky turned green,
Somethin’ whistled down — the weirdest thing I’d ever seen!”

Had a trumpet for a nose and spaghetti for hair,
Wore disco boots and breathed root-beer air,
He grinned and said, “Howdy, I’m from planet Jam!”
Then burped out a rhythm — bam-ba-bam-bam-bam!

He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
(Shoo-bee-doo-wah!) He plays a cosmic can!
He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
Come on, humans, do the best you can!

He plugged his tail into my radio,
Static turned to swingin’ rock’n’roll,
Martians lined up for the jive parade,
And Saturn’s rings became a conga braid.

He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
(Shoo-bee-doo-wah!) He grooves across the land!
He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
Come on, humans, do the best you can!

I said, “Say, mister, what’s that move you’re doin’?”
He said, “It’s easy — just spin and start moo-in’!”
Then he moon-walked backward through my trash can —
I tell ya folks, that’s one groovy spaceman!

He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
(Shoo-bee-doo-wah!) He plays a cosmic can!
He’s the Wobble-Eyed, Bubble-Tailed Alien Man!
Flyin’ back home in his rock’n’roll van!

Bubble-Tailed Alien Man

“Good evening, creeps and peeps—step into my lab!
I’ve bottled the beat… now let’s un-cap the slab!”

Midnight chiming in the graveyard lane,
Bats go bop and the coffins go clang,
Wolfman shimmy with a toothy grin,
Mummy does the twist with his wraps tucked in.

Do the Graveyard Jive, shake-shake, side to side,
Clap your bones—boo!—let the spookies slide.
Do the Graveyard Jive, under moon so bright,
Everybody holler: “Jive all night!”

Drac slicks back for a ballroom glide,
Frankie stomps the beat with a thunder stride,
Ghosts say “whooo” like a saxophone,
Witches stir the groove in a cauldron tone.

Do the Graveyard Jive, shake-shake, side to side,
Clap your bones—boo!—let the spookies slide.
Do the Graveyard Jive, under moon so bright,
Everybody holler: “Jive all night!”

“Assistant Igor, hit the switch—more reverb on the bones!
Ah-ha-ha! Now, monsters… after me—one, two—let’s groan!”

Do the Graveyard Jive, shake-shake, side to side,
Rattle those chains, let the cobwebs ride.
Do the Graveyard Jive, laugh till dawn’s first light—
“Jive! Jive! Jive!”—in the graveyard night.

Do the Graveyard Jive

Knock-knock on the moonlit door,
Grab your crew, hit the floor— let’s go!

Masks on, sneakers glow in the street,
Candy in pockets, bass in our feet.
Pumpkins grinning, neighbors say hi,
Every little heartbeat wants to fly.

Text the squad, line up tight,
Count it down— three, two, night!

We all become monsters tonight,
Jump in the dark, make it shine so bright.
Claws in the air, let your worries bite,
Laugh when we howl— it’s a friendly fright.
Hands up, move left-right—
We all become monsters tonight.

Zombies windmill, witches do turns,
Vamps snap fingers, disco burns.
Ghosts say “boo” like a brass horn blast,
Spin once more— make the magic last.

Feel that chill? That’s party light,
On your mark— spark— ignite!

We all become monsters tonight,
Jump in the dark, make it shine so bright.
Claws in the air, let your worries bite,
Laugh when we howl— it’s a friendly fright.
Hands up, move left-right—
We all become monsters tonight.

I say “boo!” — you say “yeah!”
Boo! (Yeah!) Boo! (Yeah!)
Stomp-stomp, slide— show your fangs just right,
Monster roll with your best friend’s light.

We all become monsters tonight,
Street like a runway, hearts take flight.
Glow in the dark, keep the rhythm tight—
Smile with the fangs, everybody’s alright.
Shout it together, loud and bright:
We all become monsters tonight.

Good night, monsters— same moon next time.


We all become monsters tonight

Flicker in the hallway—hush.
Footsteps? Or the radiator’s rush.

Mailbox full of ads I never chose,
Camera in the lobby tracks my clothes.
Shadow in the mirror knows my name,
Keyhole holds its breath like it’s a game.
Curtains twitch, the streetlight blinks at three—
I freeze, the floor remembers me.

Static on the line, a whisper climbs the feed,
My walls repeat the things I never meant to read.

They are watching me,
through the blinds, through the screen’s cold sheen.
They are watching me,
counting every breath between.
They are watching me — I laugh so no one sees.

Doorbell rings and no one’s on the step,
Notifications hum like insects kept.
Billboard on the corner knows my face,
Echo in the stairwell keeps my pace.
Password in my mouth like bitten wire—
I smile, but all the smiles misfire.

Glitches in the glass, reflections fall in line,
A chorus made of cameras hums in time.

They are watching me,
through the blinds, through the screen’s cold sheen.
They are watching me,
counting every breath between.
They are watching me — I joke, but it’s not free.

Wave to the red light—pose for the unseen,
Sign on the dotted line, scrub yourself clean.
If you’ve got nothing to hide, why can’t I breathe?
(Shh.) Smile for the feed.

[Chorus – Final / Outro]
They are watching me,
signal strong in the midnight breeze.
They are watching me,
till my thoughts turn into keys.
They are watching me —
good night, good night—delete.
You are watching me
I can see you 

They are watching me

“Now listen here, spooks — if you can rattle a window, you can help me out, yeah?”

Creakin’ floor and whisper thin,
Coffee pot starts talkin’ again.
Lamp shade hummin’ swing in G,
But my keys keep hidin’ from me.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
Stop playin’ tricks, quit teasin’ me.
If you can float through walls with ease,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

Pantry laughs, the curtains sneeze,
Poltergeist just stole my cheese.
Hat rack points with bony grace,
Grinnin’ right into my face.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
You shake the room, now help me, please.
If you can rattle chains with ease,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

You’ve got all night to raise a fuss,
Knock on walls and spook the bus.
But when I’m late, you disappear —
Hey, boo-buddy, lend an ear!

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
Quit all that floatin’, pretty please.
You haunt my house and charge no fees,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

Midnight tea and shadows grow,
Clock says “boo!” then steals the show.
Basement hums a trombone sigh,
Even my ghosts are swingin’ by.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
Stop the waltz and help me, please.
If you can dance through centuries,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

If you can juggle candlelight,
Why not clean my floors tonight?
Polish up those haunted eaves,
Then check beneath the autumn leaves.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
They jingle faintly in the breeze.
When morning comes, I’ll toast with tea —
Good spooks only, stay useful for me.

“Next time you move a chair… move my keys instead, huh?”

Ghost, please : find my keys !

Light that candle… see who blows it out.

Black cat chillin’ on the windowsill,
Mirror cracked — yeah, time stands still.
Salt on the floor and the door won’t close,
I got a cold wind singin’ down my nose.

Every little sign got a funky sound,
Can’t tell if it’s fate or the bass gettin’ down.

Bad luck’s got rhythm tonight,
Tappin’ its heels in the pale moonlight.
If trouble’s a groove, I’m doin’ it right —
Bad luck’s got rhythm tonight.

Deck of cards dealt face-down wrong,
Seven’s gone missin’ from the gambler’s song.
Crossed two shadows on the same old street,
I heard my echo keepin’ beat for beat.

Every knockin’ ghost knows the one-two-three,
Playin’ percussion on my prophecy.

Bad luck’s got rhythm tonight,
Rollin’ the dice under flickerin’ light.
If the curse got funk, I might just bite —
Bad luck’s got rhythm tonight.

“Who’s knockin’?”
“You, baby, it’s you!”
“Who’s jinxed?”
That groove you threw!”
“Who’s countin’?”
“Not me — the signs all lie.”
“But the rhythm don’t ever die.”

Spilled my coffee in the shape of a cross,
Laugh so hard I forget the loss.
Moon in the mirror keeps winkin’ twice,
Guess even omens got good advice.

Bad luck’s got rhythm tonight,
Tappin’ its heels in the pale moonlight.
If the world’s off-beat, I’ll make it tight —
Bad luck’s got rhythm tonight.
(Repeat and fade: “Bad luck’s got rhythm… tonight…”)

Bad luck’s got rhythm tonight

Yeah… I keep meetin’ that same face in the dark,
Mirror mouthed the same old lines — left a mark.
Quiet till I breathe — then it talks back.

Been at war with the silence inside my veins,
Painted over pain but the paint still stains.
Smile glued on, got the edges tearin’ loose,
Every truth I swallow turns into a noose.
I made peace with ghosts I never paid,
They hustle my conscience like a debt unpaid.
Said I’m winning, but my wins taste hollow,
Model life on a cliff and it’s hard to follow.
Eyes red not from pride, but from nights I lost,
All the velvet on my smile come at a cost.
Fame’s a blade, I’m the wrist in its swing,
Catch the echo of a crown that never fit.
Confession to the mic, confession to the street,
I swear I keep signin’ receipts for retreat.

The darkest me — still breathin’ slow,
Crawlin’ through the things I know.
Every lie I let them see
Was just me hidin’ the darkest me.

Kept my past like contraband under lock,
Padlock rusted — every night it mocks.
Reflection don’t blink, it just names the sin,
Says “you built that stage just to watch it spin.”
Friends fade like tags on a price-marked shirt,
Trust learnin’ how to hurt where it shoulda’ nursed.
Tried talkin’ cures, but the talk turned thin,
What heals a wound that bleeds from within?
Gold on my wrist but chains on my wrists,
Cheers in the crowd hide the clinician’s lists.
I walk the line where the mirror splits,
Half of me fightin’, half of me quits.
Degrees in sorrow, tuition paid in screams,
My diploma’s inked in broken dreams.

The darkest me — still breathin’ slow,
Crawlin’ through the things I know.
Every lie I let them see
Was just me hidin’ the darkest me.

Night opens like a ledger, every page a scar,
I tally up the favors with the weight of who we are.
Tried to cut the rope but the rope pulled back my hands,
So I learned the muscle memory of standin’ where it lands.
Voices in the hall play my lines in other tongues,
Ghosts at the table pass the bread and chew my lungs.
I barter with my peace when the dealer’s at my door,
Sayin’ “one more show, one more fix, just one encore.”
See the darkest me, he’s peddlin’ compromise,
Dress him up in custom lies and sell him pricey ties.
I wrestle with the ledger, I wrestle with my name,
Inked in ledger lines, the losses keep the same.
I carve out apologies and feed ’em to the clock,
Seconds swallow up the guilt like it’s hard rock.
If redemption’s on the map, I’m learnin’ how to read,
But maps get torn when the light bleeds out the reeds.

The darkest me — won’t let go,
Talkin’ through the cracks below.
Every sin I set free,
Built the man — and the darkest me.

Still here — same room, new ghost,
The darkest me — the only host.

The darkest me

Mmm…
Strike that match, let it glow,
You don’t even know what you started.

You move like a whisper under my skin,
I breathe you in, the fire begins.
Every heartbeat hums your name,
Like a spell I can’t contain.

You said love ain’t magic, baby,
But you’re the proof tonight.

I put my soul in your hands,
Now you’re pullin’ all my strings.
I’m under, I surrender,
To the power that you bring.
No candle, no charm can free me,
You’re the curse and the key.
Yeah, you got me, you got me—
You’re the darkest part of me.

Your touch drips honey and danger too,
Every line I cross leads back to you.
The smoke in your eyes, I follow blind,
Don’t care what I lose if I lose my mind.

You said love ain’t magic, baby,
But look what it did to me.

I put my soul in your hands,
Now you’re pullin’ all my strings.
I’m under, I surrender,
To the power that you bring.
No candle, no charm can free me,
You’re the curse and the key.
Yeah, you got me, you got me—
You’re the darkest part of me.

All the lights fade low,
And I still see your glow.
Every prayer I whisper,
Turns into your echo.
If love’s a spell, then keep it cast,
Don’t let the morning break too fast.

I put my soul in your hands,
Now you’re pullin’ all my strings.
I’m under, I surrender,
To the power that you bring.
No candle, no charm can free me,
You’re the curse and the key.
Yeah, you got me, you got me—
You’re the darkest part of me.

Mmm…
Strike that match—
And watch me burn for you.

You said love ain’t magic

Gunmetal dawn, sirens in the wire.
Static blooms. The feed sets fire.

Footprints fade in a dust-choked street,
Names wiped clean by a scrolling feed.
Windows film the smoke like glass,
Echoes count what bodies can’t.
Postcards bleach in the checkpoint rain,
Photos smile through a blackout pane.
Headlines march, then disappear—
I taste iron; I taste fear.

Cyber alive, physically dead.
We talk in code where the flesh once bled.
Cyber alive, physically dead.
Who keeps the heart when the wires get fed?

Tin roofs hum with a drone’s cold wing,
Maps redraw while the phone keeps ringin’.
Mother tongues turned to muted text,
Graves tagged “seen” and then “context.”
Ash in the teeth of the evening news,
Truth goes limp in a borrowed muse.
I keep a list no server saved—
Names of the ones the pixels waved.

Cyber alive, physically dead.
We talk in code where the flesh once bled.
Cyber alive, physically dead.
Who keeps the heart when the wires get fed?

Helmet cam flickers—prayer in the lens;
Flag in a classroom, chalk breaks again.
I scroll for a pulse in a sea of shares,
Find only mirrors and empty chairs.
If memory’s hostage to signal strength,
Will love outlast the bandwidth’s length?

Cyber alive, physically dead.
(You hear the drums but the blood’s unread.)
Cyber alive, physically dead.
Who keeps the heart when the wires get fed?
Cyber alive, physically dead.
Say their names where the servers dread.

Gunmetal night. The timeline sleeps.
I hold the air where a heartbeat keeps.

Cyber alive, physically dead

Lights flick, the mirror grins,
Flesh on fire, where the story begins.

Skin slides off the stage like velvet falls,
In the spotlight’s glare you hear the crawl.
Heartbeat synced to a chainsaw’s edge,
Rumour’s truth on the razor’s ledge.
Hands turn claws, the crowd is still—
Party tonight on a broken thrill.

Show me your bones, let the flesh confide,
Dance in the dark where the mask won’t hide.
Show me your bones, scream and collide,
We’ll rise tonight—on the freak-side.

Veins glowing red with the vinyl’s boom,
Mirror-crack vision of impending doom.
Shadows gather, the body parts sway,
Carnival of nerves in flesh decay.
One step closer to a macabre tune,
Under Halloween’s deranged moon.

Show me your bones, let the flesh confide,
Dance in the dark where the mask won’t hide.
Show me your bones, scream and collide,
We’ll rise tonight—on the freak-side.

Eyes roll back, the skin ignites,
Monster’s ballet in neon lights.
Spine unspools, the crowd beholds,
The wild inside no one controls.

Show me your bones, let the flesh confide,
Dance in the dark where the mask won’t hide.
Show me your bones, scream and collide,
We’ll rise tonight—on the freak-side.
Show me your bones…
Show me your bones…

Bones in the moonlight, bodies in flight,
We own the night.

Show me your bones

Door unlatches, thunder grins—
Footsteps in the hallway, cold air spins.
Clock hits midnight, windows bruise…
Something in the dark says, “I choose.”

Streetlight flicker on a broken beat,
Shadow wearing somebody’s feet.
Graveyard perfume in the radio rain,
Fingernails counting down my name.
Neighbors vanish from the picture frame,
Zombies learning all our games.

I hear a whisper through the keyhole wall,
If I dare to look—will I see them all?

Voodoo, do you?
Call my pulse from the other side.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the living in me hide.
Voodoo, do you?
Turn my breath to colored dread—
I’m cyber awake and cemetery-led.

Phone lights up with a stranger’s face,
Same cold smile in a thousand places.
Hands on glass like a museum heart,
Beats on display, won’t fall apart.
Street drums echo from the tunnel’s throat,
March of the midnight antidote.

Curtains shake like a seance thread,
Who wrote my name in the fog, blood-red?

Voodoo, do you?
Call my pulse from the other side.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the living in me hide.
Voodoo, do you?
Turn my breath to colored dread—
I’m cyber awake and cemetery-led.

Hush… the stairwell counts your bones by twos.
Masks remember faces; faces forget the truth.
When the ground exhales, the quiet learns to crawl.
If your heart goes missing, did you lend it… or did they take it all?

Voodoo, do you?
Steal my step and stage my fear.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the dead dance, draw them near.
Voodoo, do you?
Tie my shadow to your thread—
I’m cyber alive and physically dead.
Voodoo, do you? (say it)
Voodoo, do you? (pray it)
Voodoo, do you? (play it)
Till the sunrise breaks my head.

Latch clicks closed—nothing in sight.
But the floorboards keep the bite.
Somewhere past the street’s last tone,
Something hums, “You’re never alone.”

Voodoo, do you ?

Engines roar under crimson skies,
Lucifer’s bar’s got the open sign.

Janis sings with a whiskey flame,
Hendrix bends a solo, lightning frame.
Bowie paints the stars in red,
Cobain laughs, “man, the dream ain’t dead.”
Winehouse pours a midnight gin,
Prince spins vinyl, lets the funk begin.
Freddie crowns the crowd again,
The saints outside just count the sin.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Elvis shakes the firelight stage,
Morrison growls through the iron cage.
Lemmy deals cards by the neon flame,
Cash keeps score, sings “burn that name.”
Tina struts with a devil’s grin,
Lou Reed hums “walk on in.”
All the legends broke their spell—
Now they headline down in hell.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Bon’s on the mic, sayin’ “raise that glass!”
No halos here, just fuel and gas.
Angels peek but they can’t compete,
Too much groove, too much heat.
If the devil’s got the better sound,
I’ll take the road that’s underground.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Sing it loud — no more snoring!
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — keep roaring.
Turn it up and break that spell —
Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring,
All the good people are in hell!

Highway flames and a rock-n-roll yell,
See ya tonight at the after-hell.

Heaven ? Hell no, it’s boring

Paper-thin moon like a spotlight grin,
Jackknife shadows let the dead folk in.
Silver confetti on the chapel floor,
Coffin-lid DJ at the crypt side door.
Masks on faces, bones in chrome,
Graveyard taxis bringing souls back home.
Check your pulse at the bouncer’s stand—
If it’s zero, baby, you’re in the band.

Hands up, haunt this room,
Heartbeat-boom-boom-boom.

Raise your glasses, ghosts and ghouls,
Spin your chains, break all the rules.
If you’re breathing, hold your breath,
Dance like you can out-run death.

Static confessions on a church bell beat,
Name tags rattle on a skeleton suite.
Marble angels in their party paint,
Saints play sinner when the strobes go faint.
Candles flicker to a synth-line sway,
Mortal worries check their coats and stay.
No fresh flowers, only lacquered dust—
Tonight the macabre is glamorous.

Hands up, haunt this room,
Heartbeat-boom-boom-boom.

Raise your glasses, ghosts and ghouls,
Spin your chains, break all the rules.
If you’re breathing, hold your breath,
Dance like you can out-run death.

Clack-clack heels on a marble stair,
Cold sparks popping in electric air.
Toast to the dearly undeparted,
Long live the fabulously departed.
Call your name—answer if you dare;
The guest list ends nowhere.

Raise your glasses, ghosts and ghouls,
Spin your chains, break all the rules.
If you’re breathing, hold your breath,
Dance like you can out-run death.
Raise your glasses, midnight’s near—
Shake that shiver, own your fear.
Final warning, final laugh:
Life’s the joke—now cut it in half.

Ghosts and ghouls

Deep hush on the floor, lights fade to grey,
Bass breathes beneath my heart—
I carry the ghosts till the break of day.

Echoes of laughter from bodies gone,
Mirror in the midnight holding their song.
Silhouettes in the pulse of the bass,
They found no leave but they found this place.
When I move, they ripple like waves inside,
A secret dance where the sober hide.

I carry inside me all my dead,
They move with the beat inside my head.
I carry inside me all my dead,
In the groove, our memories are fed.

Heartbeat under neon, they step in time,
Shadows in rhythm, they’re yours and mine.
Spin with the strangers, but know who stays—
My inner crowd of former days.
When the night whispers “free”, they laugh in code,
No grave, no goodbye, just the road.

I carry inside me all my dead,
They move with the beat inside my head.
I carry inside me all my dead,
In the groove, our memories are fed.

Underneath the low light, they surface slow,
Ghosts in my veins, but I let them glow.
Lost friends in the echo, lovers in the fade,
I spin them in circles till the fears are played.

I carry inside me all my dead,
They breathe with the bass, we’re stitched like thread.
I carry inside me all my dead,
Dance with me now — until the dawn is shed.

Fog drifts, the beat breaks, the door clicks closed,
Still I hold their names where the darkness grows.

I carry inside me all my dead

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.

HALLOWEEN CORE

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