Merry Christmas everyone! This song was done live, at the RL Olympia, Living Stage, a few years ago.  The video is available also. Link Below...
God Bless ✝️ 

https://youtu.be/NkwIJa1l7BQ?si=dQ6uaINN_naxQch6

Santa Claus is back in Town

This song is my raw, unfiltered response to the new kind of justice playing out online — where truth and accountability are no longer controlled by the powerful few, but by millions of connected voices. “Trump's Downfall" (TikTok Trials) is about watching an empire crumble in real time, as a generation armed with receipts, memes, and conviction refuses to stay silent.

From my perspective, it’s a rebellion set to a beat — a courtroom without walls, where the youth are the jury, the verdict is public, and corruption finally faces the consequences it escaped for decades. The repeated chants of “Where are the files?” echo the collective demand for truth.

It’s satire, protest, and prophecy all at once — a wake-up call that the old ways of hiding behind money, media, and manipulation are done. This song celebrates the power shift — the moment when the next generation says, “We see you. We remember. And we’re not afraid to speak.”


LYRICS:

[Opening]
“This is the courtroom of a generation.
No gavels. No robes.
Just comment sections lit up like bonfires…
And the jury is unanimous.”

[Verse 1]
He came strutting with his slogans,
A seventy-nine-year-old king with no crown,
Thinking TikTok would bow,
That the kids would chant his name loud.

But the laughter cut sharper than steel,
Receipts raining down like fire,
Every scroll another trial,
Every comment—an indictment in real time.

[Chorus 1]
TikTok trials, the people have spoken,
Gen Z rising, the system is broken.
You can’t ban the truth, can’t silence the tide,
Your empire’s crumbling, we’re laughing worldwide.

[Verse 2]
He once called this app a threat,
“National security,” he said—
But the ban became a boomerang,
Now it’s aimed straight at his head.

A stage he cannot rig with clappers,
A script he cannot sell with spin,
Every video’s another wound,
And the kids keep pouring salt in.

[Pre-Bridge]
Where are the files?
Epstein files!

[Verse 3]
A.I. portraits drag him in wigs,
Memes like daggers, viral and slick,
No rallies, no planted applause,
Just a feed that mirrors every flaw.

“You are not our voice!” they cry,
Not with blood on your hands, not with lies,
This generation won’t forget,
We demand the truth, not threats.

[Chorus 2]
TikTok trials, the people have spoken,
Gen Z rising, the silence is broken.
You can’t hide the names, can’t bury the crime,
The future is watching, we’re done with your kind.

[Bridge]
“I am your voice… I am… I am… your… your voice voice voice voice"

[Verse 4]
This is your fatal miscalculation:
You thought spectacle could drown out substance.
But the substance is corruption,
The receipts are eternal,
The voices unbroken.

You cannot game this system.
You cannot spin this storm.
And the only thing trending now—
Is your downfall.

[Final Chorus]
TikTok trials, no gods, no kings,
The youth are the jury, the verdict it sings.
Hypocrisy’s ashes, corruption’s decay,
The children you mocked will bury your reign.

TikTok trials, the curtain is torn,
The empire’s crumbled, a new world is born.
You can’t bend the truth, can’t silence the fight,
We are the future—
And we won’t go quiet tonight.


F#CK TR#MP Volume 2

Trump's Downfall

A crushing wave of heavy riffs, dark atmospheres, and raw energy. Supersonic takes you straight into the heart of chaos — where skulls crack, amps scream, and shadows burn. Turn it up loud, lose yourself in the storm.

Supersonic

Supersonic -  KRT Production

This song is my direct message to listeners about accountability, truth, and history’s memory. It calls out how Trump’s choices and associations have left a permanent mark that can’t be erased or denied. The lyrics frame his legacy as being carved into a “book of shame,” a symbolic place where lies, betrayal, and complicity are recorded forever.
It isn’t just about him—it’s also about the survivors, families, and voices who refuse to be silenced. Their pain, courage, and fight for justice are woven into the verses, reminding us that scars can transform into strength and fire. The chorus drives home the idea that no amount of denial or revision can undo the damage, because witnesses, photographs, and history itself speak louder than excuses.
At its core, this song is a protest anthem and a memorial. It’s about holding power accountable, remembering the victims, and making sure that future generations see the truth, not the lies. It’s a vow not to forget, not to forgive, and not to let shame be buried under denial.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
In the pages of a predator’s pride
Your name is carved where the shadows hide
Smiling with monsters, shaking their hands
You can’t wash the ink, it stains like the sand 

[Pre-Chorus]
And you deny, deny, deny
But the truth won’t burn away with your lies 

[Chorus]
Signed in the book of shame, can’t tear it out
Every mark is a witness, every voice will shout
You stood with the guilty, now the guilty remains
Trump, you’re written forever in the book of shame 

[Verse 2]
Photographs tell what your words conceal
History cuts deeper than the lies you steal
You called him a friend, now you curse his name
But silence can’t bury the depth of your blame 

[Pre-Chorus]
And you deny, deny, deny
But the truth won’t burn away with your lies 

[Chorus]
Signed in the book of shame, can’t tear it out
Every mark is a witness, every voice will shout
You stood with the guilty, now the guilty remains
Trump, you’re written forever in the book of shame 

[Verse 3]
Mothers are crying, daughters still fight
For justice that flickers in the dark of the night
But every survivor, with courage unchained
Turns pages of pain into rivers of flame 

[Bridge]
We won’t forget, we won’t forgive
For every scar we’re forced to live
The book is open, the world can see
You can’t erase your legacy 

[Chorus]
Signed in the book of shame, can’t tear it out
Every mark is a witness, every voice will shout
You stood with the guilty, now the guilty remains
Trump, you’re written forever in the book of shame 

[Chorus]
Signed in the book of shame, can’t tear it out
Every mark is a witness, every voice will shout
You stood with the guilty, now the guilty remains
Trump, you’re written forever in the book of shame 

[Chorus]
Signed in the book of shame, can’t tear it out
Every mark is a witness, every voice will shout
You stood with the guilty, now the guilty remains
Trump, you’re written forever in the book of shame 

[Outro]
Forever marked, forever chained
History holds you, book of shame
No denial, no escape
Trump, your name is carved in hate

Signed in The Book of Shame

This song came from pure rage and refusal to stay silent. It’s my rawest protest against censorship, hypocrisy, and the constant attacks on truth, art, and freedom of expression. Every line is spit out with venom because sometimes that’s the only way to match the level of destruction happening around us. It’s not polite, it’s not softened — it’s loud, defiant, and unapologetic. This version is about screaming back when someone tries to take your voice away.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
They yanked Kimmel off the screen, Colbert before the fall
You can’t take a goddamn joke, you snowflake tyrant clown
Scrub the truth from history books, tear the rainbow flags away
Every time you grab the mic, freedom takes another hit today 

[Pre-Chorus]
You can silence the voices, rip down the signs
But you can’t fucking kill the truth, it bleeds through the lines 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — we’re not your slaves
You can’t bury our stories in unmarked graves
Erase the past, burn the stage lights dim
But we’ll scream even louder — fuck you, not him 

[Verse 2]
You rip the scars off backs of men, pretend they never bled
Call it patriot revision, but it’s lies inside your head
Queer kids disappear from parks, their pride erased in black
Every “law and order” stunt’s just another cheap attack 

[Pre-Chorus]
You can silence the voices, rip down the signs
But you can’t fucking kill the truth, it bleeds through the lines 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — we’re not your slaves
You can’t bury our stories in unmarked graves
Erase the past, burn the stage lights dim
But we’ll scream even louder — fuck you, not him 

[Verse 3]
Censor every late-night joke, drag the comics off the stage
Think you own the fucking airwaves, rule by tantrum, rule by rage
But the crowd is getting restless, fists are banging on the door
You can ban one voice forever, but a million scream for more 

[Bridge]
You’re the punchline, the parasite,
The tyrant shaking in the night
No cage big enough, no wall too tall
Truth’s a wrecking ball — it smashes it all 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — we’re not your slaves
You can’t bury our stories in unmarked graves
Erase the past, burn the stage lights dim
But we’ll scream even louder — fuck you, not him 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — choke on your lies
Every page you torch just multiplies
From the streets to the stages, truth won’t rescind
America’s awake now — your reign’s gonna end 

[Outro]
So fuck your bans, and fuck your hate
We won’t bow down, it’s not too late
Turn the volume higher, rip through the dark
Our voices are fire, we’re the national spark

Shut the Fuck Up, Donald

Original composition……Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Luz De Vela

Come Back Home 

 

Verse 1: (Baby Cooing in the background) 

(A) Hey you, how gently you (D) sleep 

Hey you, I hate to leave 

Sweet whispers of (B) love (promised to you) 

Speak into your (D)  dreams (into your heart) 

My (A) everything 

 

Verse 2: 

(A)Hey you, light of my (D) life  

Hey you, in my arms by night 

To have to be (B) gone (to miss you more) 

I wait for (D) you (you wait for me) 

 

Chorus  

To come back home to (A) you (G>E) 

 

Verse 3: 

Hey you, the sound of your voice 

Hey you, just enough to get by 

You know I can’t sleep (away from home) 

I lay here awake (into the night) 

I miss everything  

 

Verse 4: 

Hey you, counting these days 

This room is so far away  

To miss you this much (with all my heart) 

To carry this pain (too much to bare) 

Yes, I wait for you (I long for you) 

And you wait for me (you wait for me) 

 

Chorus  

To come back home to you  

To come back home to you  

To come back home to you  

To come back home to you  

 

Come Back Home

Crystal Eyes

The opening track of The Lodger Cycle — fragile, cinematic, intimate.
A slow descent into consciousness, where thoughts turn into voices and fear becomes form.
Dark trip-hop textures meet trembling soul — the beginning of the haunting.

“There’s someone living in my head.”

The Lodger Cycle (Venus in My Head) is a dark cinematic concept album by Leya, blending trip-hop, gothic soul, and surreal art-pop.
Each track is a different room inside the same haunted mind — where mirrors whisper, spoons float, and thoughts bloom into flytraps.

The record moves through madness, irony, and fragile beauty.
It’s not about escaping the darkness — it’s about learning to breathe within it.

🖤 “I breathe, I burn, I’m still within.”

The Lodger Cycle (Venus in My Head)

The Thing Inside My Head

Keep It Real

Original Electronic Version by Nick Ray - 
https://soundcloud.com/nickraymusic/shells-of-men

Shells Of Men (Re-make) - Nick Ray with Ron Snyder on Guitars

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".

The Thing Inside My Head

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