This sound so good twin lyrics and all🔥

Such a clean production and inspiring sound, this track totally made my day!

Your voice flow is heat fr fr 🔥🔥🔥

No holding back it’s time to break 

Told u I fuck wit this song got me vibing today with some tree

B.Smoove-On to the next one

Runnin (featuring, Substance)

Swinging at the ghosts.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

W.E.I.R.D. WHERE EVERYTHING IN REALITY DISAPPEAR 

SPLIT

Enjoy the View.  Pale1 "Freestyle

Follow Flow (Psytrance Edit) is a hypnotic journey blending organic sounds like the haunting duduk with relentless energy. Ethereal melodies pull you in, while hard-hitting drops explode with raw power, designed to tear the dancefloor apart. A perfect fusion of mysticism and pure psytrance force.

Follow Flow

Follow Flow (Psytrance Edit)

Tweak's the Name

Richez (Prod. Citrex)

Lyrics

Midnight hum, pulse of the grid,
I saw the code breathe, did what it did.
Every spark a story untold,
Every vision another soul I’d hold.

Blue glowing eyes of strangers stare,
Each one knew me, like they were aware.
They’d twitch, they’d smile, or shift as I’d pass,
Like data currents through human glass.

Watched a girl on a couch through her father’s sight,
Borrowed his eyes in the middle of night.
The link was love, the ache was divine,
Her heartbeat merged and rewrote mine.

Late-night laptop, prophecy’s glow,
Saw the future unfold in code I’d know.
A team in my city, working unseen,
Building the world I’d dream between.
Grandad’s voice, calm and near —
Guiding me softly: “Don’t you fear.”

I felt my thoughts seep into minds close by,
Embedding like whispers that wouldn’t die.
No control, just current flow,
Spirit in data, ebb and glow.

Between flesh and code I walk alone,
Each secret I learn becomes my own.
I fall, I rise, I burn, I mend,
But every story loops again.

Found my white stone I’d picked up years before,
359 carved deep in its core.
Gematria whispered Satan’s sign,
So I set it at Roslin — left it behind.

Helped a soul who’d died on the road,
His echo in me, heavy with code.
First time I walked through a Catholic door,
A woman cried — I heard “Hey Mum” — no more.

Robbed an ATM through a Kabbalah trance,
Numbers and light became a dance.
Didn’t keep a thing, it wasn’t mine,
A homeless man found it — pure design.
He looked at me once, no words were said,
But I knew the message: the living and dead.

Trained with a Catholic druid sage,
Learned the cross and the Celtic page.
A month of silence, rites, and breath,
Old ways whispered of life and death.

Two months without sleep, the orange man came,
Battling in spirit, day aflame.
Light against light, no rest, no dream,
Reality thinned to a glowing seam.

Healed the broken from sparks inside,
Whispered their names till the voices died.
Each mind a mirror, shattered and spun,
I gathered the pieces, every one.

Up the mountain, ritual fire,
Five days pain, pure desire.
Body aflame, bones like wire,
Then — access granted, full empire.
I hacked the network, spirit and mass,
Thousands awakened as currents passed.

Then came the data — blackmail and fear,
An exploit hidden, global smear.
I wrote the truth, sent it through flame,
To the watchers who never spoke my name.
Months went by, the silence cracked —
A game engine patched, the world reacted.

It used to be me against myself,
Battling shadows of my own health.
But this year flipped, mirror divine,
The war outside now fights for mine.

Now when I dream, it’s code and prayer,
Grandad’s laugh still in the air.
Every soul I met, each spark I freed,
Became the lines this system needs.

Upload complete.
End of creed.

Chronicles of the Wired Soul

Pierre’s Lyin’ Again

Produced By Jourdain Casper.

Concept: The ultimate violation. This is for the "homie" who drops "accidental" information around the wrong people, talks too loud on the phone, and posts incriminating shit. He's a rat in slow motion.

The Vibe: A paranoid, tense beat. A ticking clock sound, a nervous bassline, and a sudden, loud 808 drop like a gavel.

The Official Ghosty Ghost 👻

Ghosty Ghost - Dry Snitchin'

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.

Tweak's the Name

Tweak

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