yeat - 2day (slowed + reverb)

Yeat - Deuce (Slowed)

Yeat - Curtains (Slowed) [Extended Snippet]

ALL ALONE (Extended Snippet)

Yeat Moshpit (Slowed)

Yeat - Back 2 Basics (Slowed) [Yeat Only]

Yeat – Off Tha Rip (Slowed)

Yeat - SOSAYEAT (Slowed)

GoldnIris (ritual)

Every scar’s an open feed,
every sin another seed.
Till the void forgets the name I keep,
play my pain —
and let me sleep.

Smoke in the lungs, dreams in code,
half a soul in download mode.
Crowds want pain, not what’s behind,
they stream the scars, not the state of mind.

Every stage is another disguise,
flashlights burn through hollow eyes.
Fame’s a drug and the line is pure,
but every dose makes truth unsure.

Silence talks in electric rain,
voices hum inside the brain.
No god left in this routine,
just insomnia dressed in caffeine.

Play that hurt till the wires scream,
sleep don’t come, it’s stuck in the machine.
Crowds don’t care, they just need a theme —
they call it art, but it’s just my bleed.

Late night haze, no rest in the veins,
check my pulse through window panes.
Rooms stay bright but the thoughts stay dark,
screens glow cold as they eat my heart.

Voices loop like corrupted code,
labels preach, “stay in control.”
Numbers climb while the soul declines,
every view another fault in the lines.

Dreams turn static, peace feels fake,
truth too real for the noise they make.
Heathens hum in the crowd’s applause,
broken halos, designer flaws.

No love, just echoes and lights,
every fan a reflection that bites.
Every smile a mask in sync,
every thought another drink.
Insomnia writes where the silence feeds,
faith in dust and anxiety seeds.

Play my pain till the silence breathes,
every night cuts, the daylight bleeds.
Every song a wound replayed,
every truth a blade I made.

No more gods, just screens that glow,
souls sold out for a viral show.
Sleep won’t come, it just observes,
watching hearts crash into nerves.

Heaven’s closed, but the gates still ring,
crowds don’t see what the dead ones sing.
Fame is gold till it turns to chains,
pray for peace but the code remains.

Every scar’s an open feed,
every sin another seed.
Till the void forgets the name I keep,
play my pain —
and let me sleep.

Loop complete.
Emotion deleted.
System still breathing.
VØID.exe - reload the pain


Smoke in the lungs, dreams in code,
half a soul in download mode.
Crowds want pain, not what’s behind,
they stream the scars, not the state of mind.

Every stage is another disguise,
flashlights burn through hollow eyes.
Fame’s a drug and the line is pure,
but every dose makes truth obscure.

Silence talks in electric rain,
voices hum inside the brain.
No god left in this routine,
just insomnia dressed in caffeine.

Play that hurt till the wires scream,
sleep don’t come, it’s stuck in the machine.
Crowds don’t care, they just need a theme —
they call it art, but it’s just my bleed.

Bleed

Lakrime

Yeat - Curtains (Slowed) [Extended Snippet]

s2p (archive)