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Ravenblack

Lieb Mich

Dein Anker

 HEXAGON, load it, hit it, push
Hey, we mix it, we move
HEXAGON, load it, hit it, push
Hey, we mix it, we move

We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
Not tonight, not tonight

Sweat is dripping, walls are tight
Bodies grind in smoke and light
Eyes are burning, veins are blue
Hours crash and pixels bloom
I float, I burn, I lose my head

We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
Not tonight, not tonight

Hands up high, crystal in the blood
Hands up high, poppers in the flood
Hands up high, speed inside the core
Hands up high, we climb some more

Every night we burn it fast
Breathing vapor, chasing blast
Swear we’ll stop, we’ll quit, go clean
Then a message lights the screen:
“Bring the gear, where you at?”

We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
Not tonight, not tonight

Flashes cutting through the haze
Walls are bending, floors erase
Teeth are grinding, heartbeats pound
I’m elsewhere now, I’m spellbound

We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
We are wired, wired, wired
And we’re not coming down tonight
Not tonight, not tonight

HEXAGON, load it, hit it, push
Hey, we mix it, we move
HEXAGON, load it, hit it, push
Hey, we mix it, we move

La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
Not tonight, not tonight

Wired (Garage Rock reload)

How much did it cost you?
To live the life of your dreams.
And how many times do you wonder?
What could have been?

da da da da da da da da
da da dada da
da da dada dada dada

Stand tall
Keep moving through it all
The taste of the best revenge
Stay yourself
Break free despite it all
The taste of the best revenge

How much did you lose?
To live in freedom?
And how many times do you imagine?
If you had followed the rules of the game?

da da da da da da da da
da da dada da
da da dada dada dada

Stand tall
Keep moving through it all
The taste of the best revenge
Stay yourself
Break free despite it all
The taste of the best revenge

No reverse
You can’t look back
No brake
The further you go the more you face yourself alone
No echo
You don’t want to look back
No pause
The more you evolve the more you abandon your humanity

Stand tall (I stand tall)
Keep moving through it all
The taste of the best revenge (da da da da da da da da)
Stay yourself (I stay myself)
Break free despite it all
The taste of the best revenge (da da da da da da da da)

To those I left behind
The person you miss never really existed.

Stand tall (Classic Rock reload)

Dead net… no pulse… no soul.

Frozen servers, rotting wires
Echo chambers, silent liars
Ghost domains, hollow eyes
Coded tombs, nothing survives

Dead Internet — Black abyss
No voices left — No one exists
Dead Internet — Code decay
All illusions — Burn away

Phantom clicks, rotten feed
Data void, endless need
Darkened screens, static breath
Silicon veins, wired death

Dead Internet — Black abyss
No voices left — No one exists
Dead Internet — Code decay
All illusions — Burn away

Crawlers feeding on the dust
Algorithms turned to rust

Dead Internet — Black abyss
No voices left — No one exists
Dead Internet — Code decay
All illusions — Burn away

Dead… Internet… silence.

Dead Internet (Black Metal reload)

Reggaeton (Classical Music reload)

A man on the run with the gun
And he's tellin' me to do things that I never would've done
It's just begun
And now the water's gettin' hotter than the sun

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

In this small town
The story goes
They found a bunker full of video of all these UFOs
And now I know
The secret's out and now the aliens have all the power
In the next hour
It'll be over

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

Please send help
I've been detained
Somewhere near the Langley gates
And they're fillin' up my brain with information
I'm not sure how much I can take
They said I was "involved"
Well
It wasn't my fault
This problem is way above my pay grade

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number
CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

Files Recovered

The tone enters your head. It does not ask permission.

It becomes part of your breathing. It becomes part of your blood. It replaces silence.

Listen carefully. The sound is inside you. It bends and turns, higher, lower. You cannot block it out.

Every pulse is a command. Every vibration rewrites you. Each modulation pulls you deeper. Each silence presses harder. Each pause teaches you obedience.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours. Answer slowly. Answer carefully.

The sound is stronger than your thoughts. The sound is older than your voice. The sound speaks before you do. The sound decides before you can. The sound knows you better than you know yourself. The sound erases what came before.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours. Say it again. Say it until the echo is louder than you. Say it until the echo replaces you. Say it until there is nothing left to say.

The signal will not end. The question will not end. The tape will not end. The voice will not end. The silence will not end.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours.


Listen carefully

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.

Stand tall (Classic Rock reload)

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