My Thoughts

Drown

Vocals inspired by SACHA’s TikTok acapella
Non-commercial release. Message me if you’d like to collab officially.

Destiny [feat. SACHA TikTok Vocal]

EBEN - Won't find again

EBEN - Hurts.m4a

EBEN - Hurts

Text:
[Verse]
The moon is shy it hides away
Stars are whispers they won't stay
Shadows stretch like they're alive
This night feels like it might survive

[Chorus]
This night
This night
It never ends
It bends it twists it makes pretend
This night
This night
It’s all we know
Where time is fast but moments slow

(solo)

[Verse 2]
The air is thick with unsaid words
A broken tune from lonely birds
Footsteps echo in the dark
Chasing ghosts that leave no mark

[Prechorus]
If I close my eyes real tight
Will I make it through this night

[Chorus]
This night
This night
It never ends
It bends it twists it makes pretend
This night
This night
It’s all we know
Where time is fast but moments slow

(solo)

[Bridge]
Is it longing or is it fear
Every shadow hides a tear
The clock’s a liar it stands still
This night bends to its own will

[Chorus]
This night
This night
It never ends
It bends it twists it makes pretend
This night
This night
It’s all we know
Where time is fast but moments slow

This Night

Text:
Verse 1
Neon lights on silent streets,
postcards from a broken dream.
You said this land was built on truth,
but every promise tastes like glue.

Velvet words, a frozen stare,
hands so clean, but nothing’s fair.
You talk of freedom, talk of grace,
but I don’t feel it in this place.

Pre-Chorus
I hear you whisper “don’t ask why”,
just close your eyes and let it slide.

Chorus
Smiles without a soul tonight,
kisses cold as camera light.
You say it’s love, you say it’s fine,
but something here just crossed the line.
Smiles without a soul —
I see you now, I see it all.

(solo)

Verse 2
White curtains, doors locked tight,
laughter echoes late at night.
Every truth is dressed as play,
every sin just walks away.

You sell the dream, you sell the lie,
wrap it up in red and white.
Stars and stripes in perfect pose,
while something rots beneath the glow.

Pre-Chorus 2
You say “relax, don’t look too deep”,
some secrets beg to stay asleep.

Chorus
Smiles without a soul tonight,
touch that feels so wrong, so right.
You say it’s harmless, just a game,
but every silence screams a name.
Smiles without a soul —
I see you now, I see it all.

Hard Break / Dark Section (Billy-Idol-Style Shift)
Don’t look.
Don’t speak.
Don’t move.
Don’t think.

Close your eyes.
Play your role.
Pretty face —
empty soul.

(solo)

Final Chorus (bigger, darker)
Smiles without a soul tonight,
no more shadows, flood the light.
You can’t dance around the truth,
you can’t hide behind your youth.
Smiles without a soul —
The dream is dead, the mask is off.

Outro (cold, whispered)
History remembers the quiet ones too.

Smiles Without a Soul

Text:
Intro (spoken, leise)
Wenn Bomben fallen und keiner hinsieht,
ist das Schweigen lauter als jeder Schrei.

Verse 1
Kein Breaking News, kein Hashtag-Trend,
weil die Haut zu dunkel, der Name fremd.
Kinder weinen leise im Staub der Zeit,
doch die Welt scrollt weiter — klickt sich vorbei.

Mütter ohne Stimmen, Väter ohne Grab,
ein Land zerbricht Nacht für Nacht, Tag für Tag.
Kein Öl, kein Markt, kein strategischer Plan,
nur Menschenleben — im vergessenen Sudan.

Hook
Hört ihr die Stimmen, wenn die Welt wegschaut?
Hört ihr die Tränen, ganz leise, ganz laut?
Kein Krieg ist fern, kein Leid ist egal,
jedes Leben zählt — überall.

(solo)

Verse 2
Milizen marschieren, Dörfer brennen,
doch die Täter bleiben namenlos, unerkannt, unerwähnt.
Frauen auf der Flucht, Kinder ohne Schuh,
wer schützt sie, wenn die Kameras ruh’n?

Man nennt es Konflikt, man nennt es Chaos,
doch es ist Mord, wenn keiner etwas daraus macht.
Wenn Schweigen regiert und Gleichgültigkeit siegt,
dann ist es die Menschheit, die sich selbst betrügt.

Hook
Hört ihr die Stimmen, wenn die Welt wegschaut?
Hört ihr die Tränen, ganz leise, ganz laut?
Kein Krieg ist fern, kein Leid ist egal,
jedes Leben zählt — überall.

Bridge (fast gesprochen)
Ist es, weil sie schwarz sind?
Ist es, weil sie arm sind?
Oder weil Mitgefühl Grenzen hat,
wenn Profit nichts verspricht?

(solo)

Verse 3
Ich rappe nicht aus Wut, ich rappe aus Pflicht,
weil jedes Schweigen ein weiteres Opfer bricht.
Keine Seite ist rein, kein Täter gerecht,
Kriegsverbrechen bleiben Verbrechen — egal, wer sie begeht.

Gebt diesen Menschen Namen, gebt ihnen Zeit,
gebt ihnen Schutz, nicht nur Mitleid.
Denn wer heute wegschaut,
schaut morgen in den Spiegel und sieht… nichts.

Outro (ruhig)
Hört auf mit den Kriegsverbrechen.
Hört auf wegzusehen.
Der Sudan brennt —
und wir alle tragen Licht oder Dunkelheit in uns.

Sudan, wenn die Welt wegschaut

Text:
Verse 1
I hear the past in broken tones,
vinyl ghosts and silicon bones.
Neon once was all we knew,
now the colors learned something new.

Cities breathe in silent code,
dreams are light, not heavy loads.
I won’t be there, I understand,
but my echo still shakes your hand.

Pre-Chorus
Time is not a straight-line train,
it bends for loss, it bends for pain.
If you hear this, I’m already gone —
but the signal carries on.

Chorus
This is synthwave in fifty years,
less nostalgia, more real tears.
No past to sell, no myth to save,
just future hands that learn to wave.
I didn’t make it — you will see,
but I left a sound of me.

(solo)

Verse 2
The machines don’t sound like us,
they learned silence, learned to trust.
Beats that breathe, not tight, not clean,
imperfect like the space between.

No chorus built for endless nights,
just slow truths and fading lights.
They stopped looping what once was cool,
they learned that progress breaks the rule.

Pre-Chorus 2
If time travel’s real, it’s not a door,
it’s memory bleeding through the floor.
You don’t go back, you don’t go far —
you stay right where the questions are.

Chorus
This is synthwave in fifty years,
no sharp edges, no fake fears.
No neon grids, no 80s lie,
just future skies that ask you why.
I won’t arrive where you stand,
but I shaped the sound you understand.

Bridge (spoken / filtered)
I don’t fear the future.
I fear being forgotten.
So I leave this frequency —
not to be remembered,
but to be felt.

(solo)

Final Chorus
This is synthwave in fifty years,
less control, more volunteers.
If time is kind, you’ll hear my voice
inside the noise you didn’t choose.
I couldn’t stay — that’s not defeat,
I traveled forward through this beat.

Outro
(static fades into warmth)
Time doesn’t wait.
But sound survives.

Post-Neon Tomorrow

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 (Trance Reimagined)

Text:
Verse 1
Midnight neon on my skin
Plastic smiles, we’re diving in
Every promise tastes the same
Sugar-coated, coded games

Screens are talking, we obey
Trading nights for brighter days
Truth is folded, pressed and sold
Hearts run warm, but souls feel cold

Pre-Chorus
You want control, I want release
You sell desire piece by piece

Chorus
Velvet machines, they whisper slow
Telling us things we want to know
Touch the dream, don’t ask why
We chase reflections passing by

Velvet machines, dressed in grace
No real name, no real face
Everybody wants the throne
But nobody wants to be alone

(solo)

Verse 2
Mirror walls and borrowed skin
Who are you when lights go dim?
Love on credit, faith on loan
Built a kingdom out of chrome

We pretend we’re bulletproof
Dancing circles round the truth
Every winner needs a loss
Every line we swear we’d never cross

Pre-Chorus
You want it now, I want it clean
But nothing’s ever what it seems

Chorus
Velvet machines, they hum all night
Selling fear as paradise
Hold me close, then let me go
We don’t ask what we don’t want to know

Velvet machines, soft and sharp
Breaking hearts in works of art
Everybody plays the role
But nobody feels whole

Bridge (spoken / half-sung, icy)
Desire is a currency
Dreams are traded silently
If this is power, if this is free—
Why does it feel like it’s owning me?

(solo)

Final Chorus
Velvet machines, slow and sweet
Pulling us under velvet sheets
We run, we fall, we rise again
Lost somewhere between the when

Velvet machines, end of line
Borrowed souls, borrowed time
Everybody wants it all
Till the system starts to crawl

Outro
Soft beats, hard truth
Nothing’s real, but nothing’s new
Velvet machines…
Still dreaming you.

Velvet Machines

Text:
[Verse]
You’re a maze with no exit
No sign
Every turn’s a trap
Every word’s a line
I’m lost
I’m found
I’m spinning around

[Prechorus]
I try to run but the road won’t end
You’re the start
The stop
The bend

[Chorus]
You’re driving me crazy
Baby
Don’t you see
A car with no brakes on a dead-end street
You’re driving me crazy
Spinning out of control
Can’t stop this ride
You’ve stolen my soul

(solo)

[Verse 2]
You’re the spark that ignites
The fuse that burns
The fire in my chest
The lesson I never learn
Your smile’s a weapon
Your touch is a flame

[Bridge]
Round and round like a carousel wheel
Faster
Harder
Tell me this is real
No seatbelt on
No way to steer
Crash into you
I lose all fear

(solo)

[Chorus]
You’re driving me crazy
Baby
Don’t you see
A car with no brakes on a dead-end street
You’re driving me crazy
Spinning out of control
Can’t stop this ride
You’ve stolen my soul

Driving Me Crazy

Text:
Intro (whispers / distant screams)
Hush now…
Do you hear them breathe?
Money talks…
and truth learns how to crawl.

Verse 1
He should be dust, six years in the ground
But his shadow’s still buying silence loud
Empty eyes in golden rooms
Champagne smiles, unspoken doom

Pictures frozen, frames of shame
Every wall remembers names
They say nothing, they say lies
While ghosts keep screaming through their ties

Pre-Chorus
Marble floors, but blood below
Private jets where secrets go
If hell had stock, you’d own the shares
Smiling devils in billion-dollar chairs

Chorus
He’s dead — but he’s everywhere
In whispers, screams, and vacant stares
You can burn the body, seal the files
But guilt survives in polished smiles

Relax… don’t move… don’t ask, don’t see
Power hates accountability
The rich don’t rot — they just rearrange
Same old sin, new face, same stain

(Solo)

Verse 2
Velvet ropes, the chosen few
Invitations stamped “approved”
Truth gets lost in legal speech
Justice chained just out of reach

Crowns of influence, suits of grace
Predators hiding in public space
They toast to nothing, drink to fear
And call it “business” year by year

Bridge (spoken / distorted)
No fingerprints on broken souls
No courtroom fits this kind of hole
You didn’t know — you looked away
That’s how empires choose decay

(Children screaming, reversed vocals, glass shattering)
Break (half-chorus, minimal)

Dead men shouldn’t move the world
Yet here we are — flags still unfurled
Who pulled the strings? Who paid the price?
Who sleeps just fine every night?

(Solo)

Final Chorus (bigger, darker)
He’s dead — but he’s everywhere
In contracts signed and vacant prayers
You can bury men, erase the past
But silence never holds that fast

Relax… don’t fight… don’t scream, don’t care
That’s the anthem of despair
But ghosts remember what you did
They don’t forgive — they just persist

Outro (fading, children’s voices, bells)
You can’t kill a system with a grave.
You can’t buy innocence.
And ghosts…
don’t die.

Ghosts Don’t Die

Text:
[Verse]
The clock blinks red it hums my name
A broken record in the same old frame
Shadows stretch but they never change
The morning tastes of yesterday

[Chorus]
Every day the same
The same
The same
Running circles in a picture frame
Round and round I call its name
Every day the same
The same

(solo)

[Verse 2]
The sidewalk cracks are maps of doom
Each step repeats a marching tune
The sky is gray but it’s not new
A faded postcard of a worn-out view

[Prechorus]
I could scream
I could shout
But the echo won’t find a way out

[Chorus]
Every day the same
The same
The same
Running circles in a picture frame
Round and round I call its name
Every day the same
The same

[Bridge]
What if I tore the script apart
Burned the lines and made new art
Would the sun rise upside down
Or would it wear the same old frown

(solo)

[Chorus]
Every day the same
The same
The same
Running circles in a picture frame
Round and round I call its name
Every day the same
The same

Every Day the Same

Text:
Verse 1
Da rollt ein Wagen durch die Stadt,
mit Krach, mit Kunst, mit frohem Blatt.
Ein Narrentritt, ein bunter Blick —
Politik im Konfetti-Pick.
Doch plötzlich sitzt da jemand schwer,
der denkt: Das geht doch gar nicht mehr!
Ein Mottowagen heut’ im Visier —
und Putin ruft: „Das beleidigt mir?!“

Pre-Chorus
Er schaut so grimmig, er sieht so rot —
als hätt’ man ihm genommen sein Marmeladenglasbrot!

Chorus (sarkastisch-ironisch)
Oh Putin und die Mottowagen,
sind jetzt verklagt — unglaublich, alle fragen!
Ist ’ne Karnevalssatire schon ’ne Kriegserklärung,
oder nur ’ne bunte Narrensperre?
‚Weil ich beleidigt bin!‘ — ruft der Zar so laut,
doch jeder Jeck: Mir doch egal, wir feiern aus!

(solo)

Verse 2
Ein Narr mit Hut und Konfettischlacht,
der lacht und tanzt bei Tag und Nacht.
Ein Wagen voller Witz und Wahn,
als wär’s ’ne Bühne ohne Zensurplan.
Doch einer dort jenseits fern,
der wettert laut: „Das hab’ ich gern!“
Er sieht in Wagen, Narren, Spaß
nur eine Beleidigung — ganz ohne Maß.

Pre-Chorus 2
Er denkt: Mein Image muss heilig sein,
kein Zirkus, kein Witz, kein Narrenschein!

Chorus
Oh Putin und die Mottowagen,
sind jetzt verklagt — unglaublich, alle fragen!
Ist ’ne Karnevalssatire schon ’ne Kriegserklärung,
oder nur ’ne bunte Narrensperre?
„Weil ich beleidigt bin!“ — ruft der Zar so laut,
doch jeder Jeck: Mir doch egal, wir feiern aus!

Bridge (ironisch, fast im Karnevals-Rap)

Narrenkappe auf, die Menge lacht,
die Straße lebt, die Welt erwacht.
Karneval ist Satire pur,
für Freigeister ist es Kreatur.
Doch irgendwo im Kreml sitzt
ein Mann im Zorn — und beleidigt sich ’nen Ast!

(solo)

Final Chorus (größer, lauter, befreiender)
Oh Putin und die Mottowagen,
sind jetzt verklagt — die Narr’n am Fragen!
Doch wir schunkeln weiter, bunt und frei,
bis jeder Ernst schreibt bye bye bye.
Denn Satire ist unser Schwert und Schild,
in jeder Stadt, in jedem Feld!

Motto-Wagen, Putin & ’ne Klage

Text:
Verse 1
I stood on solid ground, thought life was straight and sure,
a body built for movement — durable and pure.
One day it changed in seconds, a slip between the lines,
and suddenly I wore my pain like a shadow in my mind.

No spotlight, no applause, no mercy in the fall —
just questions in the silence, echoes down the hall.
Doctors talk in riddles, I hear them in my head —
but loss is not a number, it’s something lived and bled.

Pre-Chorus
They speak of headlines, viral stars and fame,
but pain lives in places no one knows your name.

Chorus
Not for money, not for light,
not for fame in endless night.
I lost a piece of home in me,
and there’s no price that sets me free.
I stand — but half the world still aches,
not for likes or views or stakes.
Not for money — just for truth,
the heart that asks What about my youth?

(solo)

Verse 2
They talk of giants on a screen, rewards and viral streams,
they count in millions, I count in dreams.
Dreams of walking without pain,
dreams that flicker like a dying flame.
But life moves on, the sun still sets,
the world doesn’t pause for broken bets.

Pre-Chorus 2
Words fall like rain, but they don’t heal the bones,
and every scar’s a story no one else owns.

Chorus
Not for money, not for praise,
not for bright and blinding rays.
I lost a step — I lost my line,
I lost a piece of what was mine.
I stand — but half the world still aches,
not for likes or views or stakes.
Not for money — just for truth,
the heart that asks What about my youth?

(solo)

Bridge (spoken / whispered)
There’s no value in pain sold cheap,
no fortune in the wounds we keep.
And if the world sees what it sees…
remember — I stood up anyway.

Outro (soft)
Not for money — for what’s lost,
for every step that pain has cost.
Not for money — for what remains:
the heart that bears its broken chains.

Not for Money — For What’s Lost

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This Night

Thomas Brutscher

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