EVERYBODY KNOWS

ALL LINKS

I walked into my bedroom,
Tired and wrapped in gloom.
I took off my work clothes,
Wearing nothing but my clogs.




I looked at the sheets on the bed,
So soft, reassuring, and deep red.
I opened the drawer of sex toys,
Without a doubt about my choice.



The year I started masturbating,
Touching myself felt so exciting,
It felt like a short summer rain
Intense and impossible to contain.



I thought about my sweet dear friend,
To touch her breasts with my hands,
To gently kiss her pink sexy nipples
I thought of her sweet Venus dimples.



My hand moved down between my legs
Near the black pillows on my bed
When I suddenly felt great pleasure
And I discovered my true nature.


The year I started masturbating,
Touching myself felt so exciting,
It felt like a short summer rain
Intense and impossible to contain.

The year I started masturbating,
Touching myself felt so exciting,
It felt like a short summer rain
Intense and impossible to contain.



My hand moved down between my legs
Near the black pillows on my bed
When I suddenly felt great pleasure
And I discovered my true nature.



The year I started masturbating,
Touching myself felt so exciting,
It felt like a short summer rain
Intense and impossible to contain.

The year I started masturbating,
Touching myself felt so exciting,
It felt like a short summer rain
Intense and impossible to contain.

Summer Rain

THE BOUNCER

Dose Of Love (Prod. Dante Tyriq)

Jeden Tag

Hypnotised (Club Mix) (2006)
The name of this song has been inspired by the hypnotic bass line. It actually started as a weird sound design experiment, and ended up as one of my favourite songs from my album "Trancemotion".

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production

Trancemotion

Hypnotised (Club Mix)

DeC@y

Battle of the Synths

Zone 1

Zone 1 - (feat. 6rxmeyy)

shit talk

F*****g Autocorrect

F*****G Autocorrect Session 2019 - 12 - 15

I craft echoes from the abyss—sounds born of shattered minds and unspoken scars.
Psychologicalcore isn't just noise; it's the scream of silence unraveling, woven from trauma's threads, prophetic whispers, and the raw ache of existence.
No cheap thrills here. This horror lingers, thinks, bleeds into your thoughts, resurrecting buried memories as confessions set to rhythm.
I'm Tweak, the Twisted One. Emerging from the void with fresh drops that demand to be heard.
Join the unraveling. You're never truly alone in the madness..

I am Tweak.
And this is Psychologicalcore.
You are not alone.