Symbolic Use Of Light

ℑ 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔠𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢, 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴

Bleeding from the cracks.
No faces. No fame. Just pressure you can’t outrun.
Dragging sound from the shadows—feral, unwashed, and too loud to ignore.
On a mission to spread music to every single corner of this rock.
Pulled from the wreckage of forgotten nights, carved out of concrete basements, carried on the breath of busted amps.
We don’t hunt for songs. We hunt for survivors—the sounds that
crawled out of the dark when no one was listening.  This isn’t a brand. It’s a signal you catch in the dead hours, right before the cops kill the lights.
If you’ve got something that could shake the foundation and shatter souls, drop it in our hands.
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Symbolic Use Of Light

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