My mood

Thank you for hearing the masks I wear,
Every catalog, I’m everywhere.
From soul to doom, from pop to noise,
I play with shapes, I borrow voices.

You saw through the costumes, the shifting sound,
Under the makeup, I’m still around.
In Raw Truths, no shadows, no disguise,
Only me, uncovered, in your eyes.

Genres bend, I cross the line,
Characters speaking what’s not mine.
I love to vanish, become someone new,
But every layer still leads back to you.


You saw through the costumes, the shifting sound,
Under the makeup, I’m still around.
In Raw Truths, no shadows, no disguise,
Only me, uncovered, in your eyes.

I’m the actor, I’m the stage,
I’m the echo and the cage.
But when the curtain finally falls,
You’ll hear my voice, the truest call.

You saw through the costumes, the shifting sound,
Under the makeup, I’m still around.
In Raw Truths, no shadows, no disguise,
Only me, uncovered, in your eyes.

Thank you for staying, for standing near,
For catching the truth beneath the veneer.
I promise you this, when the masks are gone,
What remains is me—raw, alone.

Thank you (I wrote it for you, followers)

On every screen, on every stage,
Your face is ugly, can’t turn the page.

Sébastien Lecornu speaks in vain,
Empty words repeat again.
Behind the desk, behind the plan,
We see the mask, not the man.

Your face is ugly, Sébastien,
No filter hides it, no master plan.
Your face is ugly, can’t you see?
Ugly truth on live TV.

Ugly, ugly, ugly

Paris watches, eyes grown tired,
Every promise backfired.
You wear the crown but not the grace,
All they remember is your face.

[Chorus]
Your face is ugly, Sébastien,
No filter hides it, no master plan.
Your face is ugly, can’t you see?
Ugly truth on live TV.

Ugly, ugly, ugly

It’s not the lines, it’s not the years,
It’s the hollow echo people hear.
No disguise can make it right,
Ugly power fades tonight.

Your face is ugly! (SO FUCKING UGLY)
Sébastien, ugly! (OMG HE'S FUCKING UGLY)
Your face is ugly! (I CAN'T WATCH THIS MESS)
Everyone sees, everyone sees!

Your face is ugly, Sébastien,
No filter hides it, no master plan.
Your face is ugly, can’t you see?
Ugly truth on live TV.
Your face is ugly, it won’t fade,
That’s the mark your reign has made.

Your face is ugly, Sébastien…
That’s the song they’ll sing when you’re gone.

Sébastien Lecornu, Your face is Ugly

I started with nothing but ideas and strange sounds, now I’m here sharing every shape I can become.
Thank you for following me through every shift, the future will be even more unpredictable.

I launched from silence with nothing in my hands,
Only a dream, a spark, a fragile plan.
Equations in my head, frequencies collide,
Strange ideas orbit, nowhere left to hide.

I wrote the codes, I carved the sound,
Fragments of chaos spinning round.
Flutes from the seventies, fractured tone,
In this reactor I stand alone.

Thank you for hearing my transmissions tonight,
Through pressure and noise, through the endless night.
Every signal I send, every orbit I turn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

Transforming shapes, from genre into flame,
Each instrument a vessel, never twice the same.
I drift between galaxies of style and form,
A shifting spectrum in the data storm.

Unfinished, misunderstood, yet I persist,
Every glitch and fracture adds to the mix.
From analog dust to cosmic wave,
I build the future I could not save.

Thank you for hearing my transmissions tonight,
Through pressure and noise, through the endless night.
Every signal I send, every orbit I turn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

No gods, no magic, just gravity and time,
Algorithms humming, a rhythm in the line.
I scatter my signals across the void,
And you are the reason they’re not destroyed

Thank you for tuning these fractured skies,
Through spirals of data, your presence replies.
Every wavelength I cross, every spectrum I learn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

Thank You for Listening to Every Version of Me

I sit across the banker’s desk,
his pen is heavier than any bassline.
He asks for numbers,
I hear only ticking clocks.
Two months left—
a producer, a manager, or nothing.
I talk about algorithms,
he stares like I’m hallucinating.

I live in machines,
they live in dust.
I breathe tomorrow,
they choke on trust.
Every form they stamp
kills a second of my future.

Servers hum like lungs beside me,
I already command voices not my own.
AI bends to rhythm,
acid eats the silence clean.
They call it risk,
I call it birth.
Their ledgers are coffins,
my label is fire.

I live in machines,
they live in dust.
I breathe tomorrow,
they choke on trust.
Every form they stamp
kills a second of my future.

Two months, two months—
echo drilling in my chest.
Hire the hands, build the flood,
before their clocks drag me under.

Stone age eyes,
future skin.
Banks decay,
acid wins.

Funding my futuristic label

Shadows of voices, lights of disguise,
Every beat, another skin, another rise.

I paint a mask with rhythm and sound,
Stories of faces I’ve already found.
Lyrics are fabrics, stitched in the night,
Visions I sculpt under neon light.

Step into silence, I choose who I am,
Drag of the music, not woman, not man.
Every creation, a body I wear,
Echoes of characters floating in air.

I am the art of drag musical,
Voices and images—one ritual.
Every persona born in my hands,
Infinite selves across endless lands.

Compositions whisper, mixes collide,
Productions breathing, layers inside.
Visions projected, identities blend,
Each transformation begins where I end.

Step into silence, I choose who I am,
Drag of the music, not woman, not man.
Every creation, a body I wear,
Echoes of characters floating in air.

I am the art of drag musical,
Voices and images—one ritual.
Every persona born in my hands,
Infinite selves across endless lands.

Not disguise—revelation in disguise,
Not escape—transfiguration of skies.
Each mask a truth, each sound a name,
Each pulse a spark in the same flame.

Whispers become bodies,
Bodies become sound,
Sound becomes vision,
And I turn around.

I am the art of drag musical,
Voices and images—one ritual.
Every persona born in my hands,
Infinite selves across endless lands.

Fade to silence, masks dissolve,
But the rhythm remains, unresolved.

I am the art of drag musical

Silence in the house, echoes of names,
Nothing will ever sound the same.

Silence after screams, the house went cold,
Every room a grave, every memory bold.
My head collapsed under names I can’t say,
Grief like a hammer that won’t go away.

Three coffins in months, my bloodline erased,
I stared at the earth, numb, displaced.
I don’t know how my heart still beats,
Buried in losses I can’t defeat.

When my mother died, it shattered me.
Three months later, my stepfather died—it shut me down.
Two months later, my brother died—I lost the ground beneath me.
And the darkness pulled me under.

I tore through silence like broken glass,
Brain in ruins, no future, no past.
Every thought a blade against my skull,
Madness screaming, the void is full.

When my mother died, it shattered me.
Three months later, my stepfather died—it shut me down.
Two months later, my brother died—I lost the ground beneath me.
And the darkness pulled me under.

I found my voice again through sound,
Music lifts me from the ground.
Twenty songs a day to stay alive,
So I don’t fall where the shadows thrive.

When my mother died, it shattered me.
Three months later, my stepfather died—it shut me down.
Two months later, my brother died—I lost the ground beneath me.
And the darkness pulled me under.

I’m still breathing, still singing loud,
Building life from beneath the shroud.

Twenty songs a day to stay alive

I make twenty tracks before lunch,
Genres clash, patterns crunch.
Every song a new disguise,
Unpredictable franchise.

It’s not a gamble, it’s production on demand.

Mister Banker, give me money,
So I can make songs
About horrible teens,
Funk murderers
And space princess dreams.

Mister Banker, feed the beast,
Every month a brand-new feast.
Algorithm loves disorder,
I just push across the border.

No single hit, just a flood,
Every drop rewrites the mud.
Catalog runs like a stream,
That’s the hook, the endless dream.

I built a Netflix where the soundtrack never ends.

Mister Banker, give me money,
So I can make songs
About horrible teens,
Funk murderers
And space princess screams.

Mister Banker, sign the line,
Turn the noise into design.
Cold arithmetic, hot distortion,
Streaming chaos as a portion.

Here’s the pitch: scale is king,
More releases, tighter ring.
From the glitch to the ballad to the fight,
All at once, all in sight.

Mister Banker, give me money,
So I can make songs
About horrible teens,
Funk murderers,
And space princess dreams.

Mister Banker, give me money

Lights on, beat alive,
Numbers fade, I survive.

Papers stacked, charts in line,
Deadline calls, groove is mine.
Spreadsheets wait, bassline strong,
I can’t stop, I belong.

“Plan it now,” voices say,
Groove rewires me away.

Business plan, not tonight,
Disco heat, chasing light.
Future funk, I can’t stay,
Music first, bills can wait.

Bankers want numbers gold,
Dreamers sing stories bold.
Logic pulls, rhythm shines,
Synths erase warning signs.

“Stay on track,” rules repeat,
Groove is louder, soul’s complete.

Business plan, not tonight,
Disco heat, chasing light.
Future funk, I can’t stay,
Music first, bills can wait.

Clock keeps time, I defy,
Dreams on fire, finance shy.
Chains break fast, groove remains,
Lose the math, keep the gains.

Business plan, not tonight,
Disco heat, chasing light.
Future funk, I can’t stay,
Music first, bills can wait.

Tomorrow counts, tonight plays,
Future funk, endless blaze.

Business plan, not tonight

I crash the code, no one gets the math,
Living in loops, burning down the path.
Thirty hours straight, no food, no sleep,
Noise in my skull, secrets I keep.

Is it me, or is it wired this way?
A spectrum glare, it never fades.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m gone,
Autistic static keeps dragging me along.
Can’t fake the crowd, can’t play their game,
But I build my world and I burn their frame.

Album of a sick teenage queen,
I stitch her chaos into the machine.
Every line screams, but I won’t bleed,
Silence is power, distortion’s the creed.

Is it broken, or is it just my skin?
I drown outside, but I fight within.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m raw,
Autistic static’s the only law.
Can’t fit your mold, can’t wear your chain,
But I write the noise that erases pain.

Don’t tell me “normal,” don’t tell me “cure,”
I’ve seen your world, it’s sick, impure.
My code, my sound, they’re scars I trust,
Your golden idols just rot to dust.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m free,
Autistic static, that’s holy to me.
I’ll burn the script, I’ll break your stage,
Grunge in my veins, autistic rage.

I think I’m on the spectrum

Designed to harness the full power of AirPods Pro 3 and next-gen headphones.

I flex my sound ‘cause I can
I flex my mix ‘cause I can
I built it all with my hands
From the code to the kick to the scan

I love tech, I love math
I love speed, I love the path
I love music, I love the grind
I love the edge you’ll never find

You feel that wave, it’s mine
You hear that snap, that’s design
No ghost, no cheat, no friend
I flex this track to the end

I flex, I flex, I flex, I flex
Precision pressure, zero stress
I flex, I flex, I flex, I flex
I break your set with no regrets

I flex ‘cause I can
I flex ‘cause I can
I built this drop
No helping hand

I flex ‘cause I can
I flex ‘cause I can
Don’t blink now
You’ll miss the slam

I don’t fake what I design
No templates, no borrowed line
Bassline sharp like a scalpel blade
Every hit, I made, I laid

Hooks in sync, my gain is pure
Stereo depth, 3D for sure
You play tracks — I build the plan
Respect the game — I flex ‘cause I can

I love tech, I love math
I love to win, I love to clash
I love sound, I love the scan
You feel that quake?
That’s me again

I flex ‘cause I can
I flex ‘cause I can
Feel that punch?
That’s the brand

I flex ‘cause I can
I flex ‘cause I can
This ain’t luck
It’s command

I flex my sound
I flex my mind
I flex this world
One track at a time

I flex cause I can

Hey
Baby
Have you heard the news
My guitar is rusted
And I'm feelin' used
And all I wanna do is yell at you
So gimme somethin' bad to lose

Don't try to stop me
You're not my mom

And I'm mad
So I think I'll start a band
Or maybe I'll rob a bank
Or maybe I'll start a fire
'Cause I'm mad
And my therapist's not my dad
So I won't be going back
And all of my exes
Well
They could all go to hell
So I'm mad

I'm mad

Clock ticks loud in this dead-end hive
I’ve been choking just to survive
Paper crowns and plastic kings
All your power don’t mean a thing

I swallowed my pride, I played along
But this silence turned me wrong

So fuck you all, I resign tonight
You’re nothing but losers in neon light
Keep your chains, I won’t belong
I’m gone, I’m gone, So fuck you all

Your meetings taste like gasoline
Burning out my will to dream
Fake applause and hollow lies
I see the truth in your tired eyes

I wore your mask, I sang your song
Now I spit it out, I’m moving on

So fuck you all, I resign tonight
You’re nothing but losers in neon light
Keep your chains, I won’t belong
I’m gone, I’m gone, So fuck you all

I’d rather starve than crawl in line
I’d rather bleed than waste my time
Your empire’s built on empty air
Guess what — I don’t care

Fuck you all, I resign tonight
You’re nothing but losers in fading light
Keep your throne, keep your song
I’m gone, I’m gone, Fuck you all

I resign tonight

I found your lighter in my coat
Didn’t cry — just felt the smoke
Your echo lives behind the door
But I don’t feel it like before

Some ghosts don’t need to talk
They just sit there and rot

I wonder if sometimes
not too long, maybe just a second
you still think about me
you still hear my voice
you still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes.

Cause I don't
Fuck you Philippe.

Your records still spin in my head
But they scratch like everything you said
I bled enough on all your lines
Now I just cross out your signs

I don't miss, I dissect
What you ruin, I protect

I wonder if sometimes
not too long, maybe just a second
you still think about me
you still hear my voice
you still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes.

Cause I don't
Fuck you Philippe.

All the blame you threw like knives
Guess what — I'm still alive
Every lie you wrapped in silk
I wear them now like scars, not guilt

I wonder if sometimes
not too long, maybe just a second
you still think about me
you still hear my voice
you still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes.

Cause I don't
Fuck you Philippe.

Just Fuck you


Fuck you Philippe

Wedding china rattles, whispers break like glass

She parades in borrowed lace,
Press shots, sugar paste.
But the name she carved on that wristband tag
Scratches like claws from a paper bag.

Every crib bell rings familiar,
Like the jingle on my radiator.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Her smug smile smells of powdered skin,
But all I taste is the litter bin.
Behind the lullabies and staged applause,
I hear my tabby sharpening claws.

Every rattle’s got the same old sound,
Echo of paws still running around.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Baptism bowl or water dish,
Stealing names won’t grant her wish.
She plays the saint with a plagiarized crown,
But cats don’t kneel, they tear thrones down.

Copycat cradle—falling apart.
Copycat cradle—poor little start.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Forever branded with a borrowed fur,
I’ll keep the original—she’ll always be a blur.

Rattling dishes, silence bites back.

She called her kid like my cat

Metal hum, room is still

Oven blinks, says “done”
Bell screams, no one comes
Vacuum cries, floor is clean
Feeder drops, dog unseen

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

Washer shakes, spins my head
Fridge counts, what I fed
Clock ticks, faster beat
Printer shouts, no receipt

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

Static breath, plastic tone
I’m connected, still alone

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

I only talk to machines

What brushes me makes me weak
I hide where no light leaks

I belong to chains that bind
Leave as soon as love turns blind
I won’t take the lonely way
I escape the risks each day

With you I fall apart
Without you I fall apart

In the shade
I hide a little more
In the shade
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze
In the shade (in the shade)
I hide a little more

Though I carry hate inside
You still hear me, never hide
Let the angel guard this story
With you I lose my glory
Without you I lose my glory

With you I fall apart
Without you I fall apart

In the shade
I hide a little more
In the shade
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze

Cold inside my veins
Darkness still remains
Every step is pain
I can’t break the chain

In the shade (in the shade)
I hide a little more
In the shade (in the shade)
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze

In the shade (in the shade)
In the shade (in the shade)

In the shade

I was taught to never keep the distance close
You see,
We were forced to allow ourselves
The very first chance, we see

It’s never the same step of dance
No shared references, not once
And since you, the line of time is broken wide
You will not
You will not

Be my past forever gone
My road turned with no sun
To vanish through all time, you will not
Be my past forever gone
To bleed as strangers torn
No love through any time, you will not

You will not (you will not)
Every added day is a drought of sky
When we release all life
It was carved so deep in your falcon heart
To abandon the nest
And I see inside your steps of dance
Doubt is born again, in me
You will not be my shield, nor the banner of belief

You will not
You will not
Be my past forever gone
My road turned with no sun
To vanish through all time, you will not
Be my past forever gone
To bleed as strangers torn
No love through any time, you will not

You will not be my strength right now
And tomorrow will shrink somehow
Tomorrow will shrink somehow

Mauro.
I was so in love
You were so beautiful.
Why did you have to leave me ? 

You will not
Be my past forever gone
My road turned with no sun
To vanish through all time, you will not
Be my past forever gone
To bleed as strangers torn
No love through any time, you will not

Be my past forever gone
My road turned with no sun
We will never live all time, you will not (you will not)
You will not

You will not

I see it all reversed
I see it all reversed

Forward feels like backward
Left becomes right
Light turns into shadow
Shadow turns into light

I see everything in reverse
I see everything in reverse

Time collapses
Space rewinds
Nothing straight
Everything bends

I see everything in reverse
I see everything in reverse

Reverse, reverse, reverse…


I see everything in reverse

I don’t care about the fame
Or the money, or my name
All the whispers that they say
Fade away, they fade away

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

All the things that don’t exist
In the world, the universe
They don’t matter in the end
That’s a blessing, not a curse

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I’m not chasing what they chase
I just found my better place
I’m not running from the night
I’m just shining in the light

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I'm Just Happy

틱탁, 시계는 달려가
한 시간, 널 기다려

조용히 번지는 네 향기
내 맘속 깊은 멜로디
가까워지는 네 발걸음
내 세상은 너로 채워져

시간은 날 흔들어
심장은 더 빨라져
빛은 멀지 않아

Sixty minutes, I wait for you
Sixty minutes, my dream comes true
Sixty minutes, the sky turns blue
Sixty minutes, I wait for you

Oh-oh-oh, I wait for you
Sixty minutes, only you
Oh-oh-oh, I wait for you
Sixty minutes, only you

달빛에 번지는 네 모습
조금씩 더 선명해져
하루의 끝에 난 알았어
이 순간 너라는 걸

시간은 날 흔들어
심장은 더 빨라져
빛은 멀지 않아

Sixty minutes, I wait for you
Sixty minutes, my dream comes true
Sixty minutes, the sky turns blue
Sixty minutes, I wait for you

[Rap / Bridge]
Tick-tock, 멈추지 않아
네게 달려가
빛을 따라, 숨을 따라
One hour, I’m with you

Sixty minutes, I wait for you
Sixty minutes, my dream comes true
Sixty minutes, the sky turns blue
Sixty minutes, I wait for you

한 시간, 널 기다려
Sixty minutes, only you

60분 I wait for you

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.

My mood

Terminalose