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I don’t make music.
I make what silence sounds like when it finally screams.

I built Psychologicalcore from trauma, prophecy, and pain.
Not horror for shock—but horror that thinks, bleeds, and remembers.
This is what happens when you grow up unheard, and come back as a voice the world can’t ignore.
i'm getting better
about to drop new sounds 
My music isn’t just songs.
It’s scripture torn from madness.
Each track a confession.
Each verse a memory buried alive.

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

A lousy poet so I rap. Thank me it's Friday.

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