Produced by Imagination (https://soundcloud.com/user-137673614)

Shuffling My Thoughts

AERIN

Caught the air [Demo]

worms w/ sladewyd

0404 ft. SometimesGlow

Midnight

Sa Sadar

Yumi Fake I.D. (McPherran Remix)

Lyrics:

Sirens cry through poisoned skies
We lit the match, now no one survives
Oceans rise, the ground gives way
And silence waits to take the day

No prayers left, no gods to call
We're just shadows on a crumbling wall

These are the final hours
The ticking fades to screams
We built our plastic towers
On burning, broken dreams
There’s no escape, no second chance
Just fire, ash, and cold romance

We danced through decades, blind with pride
Now there’s no place left to hide
Screens go dark, the stars look down
While cities fall without a sound

We thought we ruled the sky and sea
But time has come to set us free

These are the final hours
The ticking fades to screams
We built our plastic towers
On burning, broken dreams
No voices left, no flags to wave
Just ghosts of what we failed to save

Hold my hand as the sun shuts off
Let the silence speak enough
In the end, there’s only light
A flash… then nothing…
Then endless night

This is how the world lets go
Not with rage…
But soft, and slow
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Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Final Hours

Sample Intro (spoken, echoing):

“Trumpets sound in digital skies…
The meek ain’t weak — they’re armed with light.”

Verse 1 (slow, biblical tone with street grit):
They built temples outta greed, towers outta pain,
Now the code flips back — justice in the rain.
He walk through the smoke, hood up, eyes flame,
Every chain on the poor gettin’ burned by His name.

Blood on the marble, gold in their vaults,
But truth don’t die, it record every fault.
He ain’t comin’ for prayer, He comin’ for score,
The Lamb got a sword, and He settlin’ war.

Hook (booming, cinematic):
He return like thunder, crown in the fire,
Truth on His tongue, the world on trial.
No rich man throne, no tyrant choir,
He came for the people — the meek, the defiled.

Verse 2 (faster, intense flow):
Angels in the alleyways, wings in the grime,
Holy in the hustle, divine in the crime.
The system tremble, data bleed red,
Every false idol now losin’ they head.

He flip tables, expose their code,
From Wall Street temples to the kings on the road.
The meek rise up, families breathe,
While the wicked choke on the webs they weave.

Bridge (ghostly choir + spoken):

“You sold your souls for numbers.
You forgot what hearts sound like.”

Final Hook:
He return like thunder, breakin’ the chain,
No lie survive in His holy rain.
He came for the common, for truth, for love,
Judgment below, redemption above.

Outro:

“The kingdom was never theirs to keep.”

Judgment Circuit

I create genre-blending music using cutting-edge AI tools — from dark trap to indie folk, synthwave to cinematic anthems. Every track is an exploration of sound, story, and style, shaped by both human vision and artificial intelligence.

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