the first thing I thought of was that one Micheal Afton animation

Idk if it’s a kids nursery rime this is literally me

It gets more and more tempting with every passing day gang

WHY U STILL HERE, DON'T FINISH IT, WHAT?!

This version of Cold Island is only the update where Epic Wubbox was introduced and is outdated

Fun Fact: this isn’t the og island sound, but an edit that makes Epic Wubbox louder (will update this with where I found it)

My Singing Monsters - Cold Island (OUTDATED, EpicWubbox Update)

a whole garden of flowers. ( edited )

puppet boy [nightcore]

PUPPET BOY<3 [SPED UP]

𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 - 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘺

wreacking ball (mother mother) Sped up <3

hidden in the sand (Chonny Jash cover)

𝗼𝙤𝘇𝙚𝘀- 𝗯𝙡𝗮𝙝 𝗯𝙡𝗮𝙝 𝗯𝙡𝗮𝙝

𝘆𝙤𝘂'𝙫𝙚 𝗿𝙪𝗶𝗻𝙚𝗱 𝘁𝙝𝗲 𝗰𝙤𝗹𝙤𝗿 𝗯𝙡𝘂𝙚 𝗳𝙤𝗿 𝗺𝙚 ★ 𝗌𝘱𝖾𝘥 𝘶𝗉

One normal night-The Addams family But its sped up


[Intro / Invocation]
Hands to sky, ground to thought,
Measure the line that love has taught.
Sand becomes structure, pulse becomes plan,
Light folds slowly through the span.

[Verse 1]
Ask the quiet maker deep in bone,
How wood learns patience, how seeds are sown.
Each strike of will reshapes the clay,
Every fall reroutes the day.
Dreams hum soft through tempered steel,
Work becomes worship when the hands can feel.
Nothing lost, only turned and grown—
Faith’s geometry cuts from stone.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Lay down fear beneath the floor,
The house you build becomes your core.
Every grain inside the seam,
Beats the rhythm of unseen dream.

[Chorus 1]
I’m the architect of what I know,
Brick by rhythm, beam by glow.
Truth drafts plans in heart and mind,
The blueprint bends but stays aligned.
Through dust and thunder, still I rise—
I build my peace, I claim the skies.

[Verse 2]
Thank the silence—hammer slow,
Patience breathes in undertow.
Lift the frame, forgive the years,
Each nail hammered clears old fears.
Hope’s not loud; it hums in grain,
Steady and sure beneath the strain.
Stone and soul in one design—
Human hands make love divine.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Not to conquer, not to prove,
Just to give, to shape, to move.
Every wall I mend, I free,
Every build returns to me.

[Chorus 2 / Drop]
I’m the architect of what I know,
Brick by rhythm, beam by glow.
Through cracks of time, new light appears,
Faith survives the engineer.
No gold, no throne, no crown to claim—
The work itself repeats my name.

[Bridge]
Joseph whispers: “Plant the prayer.”
Anthony laughs: “What you lose stays there.”
Christopher hums through wheels and wire—
Each path remade by inner fire.
Grace evolves through grain and groove,
Blessed are hands that dare to move.

[Final Chorus]
I’m the architect, alive, awake,
No miracle left for gods to make.
Every scar a measure true—
The structure breathes because I do.

[Outro]
Heaven’s not above or apart—
It lives in rhythm, hand, and heart.
Build again, in trust, in tone—
Every home becomes my own.



nobody likes me " guess ill go eat 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬! " slowed.

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