demon street prod by melody cgb

Dreamy Journey

She Rides In Secret

Happy pop song about surfing in Rockaway, New York City

Two More Paddles

Hanna Horn's Album

I'm 22

Artwork based on photography by Roberto Nickson

CURRENT AND EMPTY SPACE

https://open.spotify.com/track/6N5TsSESL3hwnWbbHW4pv7

LIVE TODAY ON SPOTIFY "Barefeet on Stone" collab w/ A.R' Tokin

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Performed by
Descension

Written by
James Goldie 
Khaine Tully
James Miller
Ahmed Masood

Produced by 
Rob Mcinnes

Out Of This

Text:
(Verse 1)
You cheered for tax cuts, big and bold,
But your logic’s ice where empathy’s cold.
They said it’s for families, a middle-class cheer—
But it’s billionaires laughing while your voice disappears.
Medicaid’s crumbling, ACA's taking hits,
Snatching care from fragile lives bit by bit.
The rich get richer, while the rest are stripped—
What’s a promise when so many get skipped?

(Pre-Chorus)
You call it freedom, I call it theft,
Taking lifelines—from people left bereft.

(Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, doesn’t anyone see?
Your “beautiful bill” writes history’s mockery.
Millions lose their health—yet it’s never enough,
No coverage, no conscience, that’s realpolitik’s bluff.

(Solo)

(Verse 2)
12 million kicked off Medicaid’s floor —
Doctors turned away, hope’s at the door. 
CBO’s numbers say it slows no tempo,
17 million lose coverage—watch that divide grow. 
While hospitals choke on unpaid bills,
Families crushed under care’s cold mills.

(Pre-Chorus)
They say "We’re saving budgets, fighting waste,"
But there’s no price when this move kills grace.

(Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, stories don’t lie,
Real people scream in the night while the rest walk by.
A future in tatters—but your coffers rise,
No coverage, no conscience—see through their disguise.

(solo)

(Bridge)
The “Big Beautiful Bill” rewrites our fate—
But the pen’s in one hand; the real cost’s the plate. 
While they claim mercy and fairness reign,
They slash safety nets—and feel no shame.

(Final Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, this feast leaves us stripped,
They feast at our table while our lifelines get clipped.
12 million gone, 17 million more—this lie’s not benign,
No coverage, no conscience—when will justice align?

(Outro – Spoken, resigned)
You built it for the rich, with "freedom" divine—
But the rest? We just see headlines… while our rights decline.

CURRENT AND EMPTY SPACE

This is Treason