Name: Thoughts in Orbit by Alex Weapon
Duration: 5 min 39 s
Description: This song is a house track born out of the quiet chaos of creation, those moments when ideas wander through the mind like satellites, each waiting to align. This song captures the moment when scattered thoughts finally find their rhythm and become music. A tribute to the unpredictable nature of inspiration in an ADHD mind.

Whispers on the wire, a ghost in the code
Initial access, a heavy load
Reconnaissance running in the dark of night
A zero-day shining, unnaturally bright

I see the pattern, the digital stain
A shadow moving through the silicon rain
Following the traces they leave behind
A war of secrets, a war of the mind

We're walking the kill chain, step by step
From the weaponized payload to the final threat
Mapping the matrix, the MITRE ATTACK
Find the persistence and push them all back

Lateral movement, a silent creep
While the C2 server is buried deep
Privilege escalates, they're taking the keys
Spreading the malware like a disease

I see the pattern, the digital stain
A shadow moving through the silicon rain
Following the traces they leave behind
A war of secrets, a war of the mind

We're walking the kill chain, step by step
From the weaponized payload to the final threat
Mapping the matrix, the MITRE ATTACK
Find the persistence and push them all back

A defense in depth, a constant patrol
Exfiltration is the final goal
In this cybernetic haze, we hold the line
A constant vigil, by design

Pushing them back... back...
Kill chain... broken...

Silicon kill chain rain

A signal forged in fire, across the silicon wire
A rootkit...

A signal forged in fire, across the silicon wire
A rootkit planted deep, while the architects sleep.

I am the vector, the digital scourge.

I see the weakness, a structural flaw
A system of logic that bends to my law
They trace the intrusion, a ghost in their sight
But I am the darkness that swallows the light.

EXECUTE THE KILL CHAIN, line, line by line
Your kingdom of data is finally mine
The firewall crumbles, the kernel will bleed
I am the harvest of your poisoned seed.

They build their empires of glass and of chrome
A fragile fortress they once called their home
I climb their ladder, then shatter the throne
And on the ruins, I'll build up my own.

And on the ruins, I'll build up my own.

I see the weakness, a structural flaw
A system of logic that bends to my law
They trace the intrusion, a ghost in their sight
But I am the darkness that swallows the light.

EXECUTE THE KILL CHAIN, line, line by line
Your kingdom of data is finally mine
The firewall crumbles, the kernel will bleed
I am the harvest of your poisoned seed.

No gods, no masters... just the cold machine.
Every password, every secret, every screen... exposed.
You built this world. I just provide the end.
Total domination... by design.

The firewall crumbles, the kernel will bleed
I am the harvest of your poisoned seed.

Ghost in the wire

Streetlights bleed across the glass
Silhouettes are moving fast
Chasing echoes of the past
Trying to make the feeling last
Feel the pull, the magnetic field
In this moment, nothing's real
It's a promise you can't keep, a secret to reveal.

Lost inside the sound and light
Just your frequency tonight
We ignite and burn so bright
Fading out of my own sight.

See your face in every crowd
Whisper thoughts I can't say loud
Head is heavy, in a cloud.

Wrapped up in a digital shroud
Feel the rush, the static shock
Racing heartbeat 'round the clock
Trying to fit a broken lock.

Lost inside the sound and light
Just your frequency tonight
We ignite and burn so bright!

Are we just a faded dream?
Caught inside this digital stream...
Are we just a faded dream?
Caught inside this digital stream...
Are we just a faded dream?
Caught inside this digital stream...
Are we just a faded dream?
Caught inside this digital stream...
Are we just a faded dream?
Caught inside this digital stream...
Are we just a faded dream?
Caught inside this digital stream...

Lost inside the sound and light
Just your frequency tonight
Fading out of my own sight.

Frequency

Binary stars in your optic eyes,
A circuit board where our future lies.

You're the code I can't decrypt,
A beautiful glitch in my script.

Your touch is electric, a sweet design,
Are you truly mine?

Red light, blue light, a neon haze,
Lost in the logic of these future days.

We're love and machines, a perfect design,
A symbiotic pulse, intertwined.

In this digital world, a vibrant hue,
Is it me? Is it you? Are we breaking through?
(whoa-oh-oh-oh)

I see the world in shades of blue,
Calm and collected, everything new.
You burn in red, a passionate fire,
Fulfilling your every desire.
(Mmmmmm-hmmmm)

Can these two worlds ever align?
A pixelated love, so divine.

Red light, blue light, a neon haze,
Lost in the logic of these future days.
We're love and machines, a perfect design,
A symbiotic pulse, intertwined.

In this digital world, a vibrant hue,
Is it me? Is it you? Are we breaking through?
Maybe we'll merge, a single soul,
Beyond the flesh, beyond control.

Or will we crash, a system down?
In this lonely, futuristic town.

We're love and machines, a perfect design,
A symbiotic pulse, intertwined.

In this digital world, a vibrant hue,
Is it me? Is it you? Are we breaking through?

Electric veins

SugarSynth: "We had it all."

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Song lyrics:

Giants in the glass, a high-rise pantheon
(Ooooh-ooh)
Reflecting back a world where all the color's gone
They built the maze we circle, laid the path we tread
Planting silent doctrines inside every head.

Aaaaaaahaaeee! In the city's drone
We move to a pulse that isn't quite our own
(Yeah-yeah)
Tracing the echo of a silent command
A perfect motion from an unseen hand.

They sell us tomorrow, a taste of the sublime
A digital mirage to occupy our time
They own the light that warms us, the code within the wire
While whispering the price of being truly free.

Aaaaaaahaaeee! In the city's drone
We move to a pulse that isn't quite our own
(Yeah-yeah)
Tracing the echo of a silent command
A perfect motion from an unseen hand.

Did we build this prison? Or just misplace the key?
Fading in the feedback, perpetually...
(Aaaaah-aaaaah)
(Aaaaah-aaaaah)
(Aaaaah-aaaaah)

In the city's drone
We move to a pulse that isn't quite our own
(Yeah-yeah)
Tracing the echo of a silent command
A perfect motion from an unseen hand

City's drone

SugarSynth: "Small, negotiated spaces between people."

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Song lyrics:

Wearing silence like a coat, frayed and folded over shoulders.
That cold breath fogs the warm window, drawing shadows that never vanish.

You smile in colours you never pick, the palette chooses you, quietly, silently.
Yeah...uh.
A borrowed grin, a manual for late arrivals
Soft-lipped secrets, a storm set to mute,
You keep the mouth a small, contained economy.

So metallic, so slow-leaching,
Oh, it's like swimming in an old transistor babe.

Little signals: static-white, like a TV without a picture,
We swap the whole truth for satellite reception, pretend it’s clearer
Confessions folded into posture, stamped never-mailed,
A whispered curve that refuses to resolve.

We’ll never know, No, we’ll never know,
We’ll never know, and that’s all right, whoa
Meaning packs up early; we plug in the glow,
We’ll never know, no, we’ll never know.

You trace the maps they folded for you, creases set the route,
Laugh at the mirror because the mirror shows a stranger with your jawline
Fingers warm, but thresholds keep their posture,
Stories seam shut where somebody decided to stop looking.

Signals fold like paper boats, tilt, take on the current,
They hitch rides on other people's storms,
We press our names into rain we didn't write, then pause, 
let the meaning slip out the side.

Maybe nothing needs to matter, maybe matter is a guest who overstays,
Maybe emptiness is a room with a lamp that isn't trying to explain itself,
We trade the why for the way we stagger, keep the parade moving at midnight.

No answers pinned like badges, they fold flat on the bulletin board,
Echoes get good at echoing, learning the apartment’s floor plan,
We tilt the map to find a different horizon,
We shrug, we grin like we borrowed optimism, and fade to gray.

We’ll never know, no, we’ll never know.
We’ll never know, and that’s okay, whoa
Meaning packs up early; we plug in the glow,
We’ll never know, no, we’ll never know.
We’ll never know. we’ll never.... know.

We'll never know

SugarSynth: "I like rap."

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Song lyrics:

Pencil taps, my page folds like a closed palm
They hand long notes to the loud ones, calm and psalm
My sheet gets a single line.. "interesting". then a pause
I trace the margins, tally breaths, measure loss
She gets a paragraph about scale and stance
He gets a demo, a overseers glance
My corners gather dust like books I never borrow
Proffesor writes "needs improvement", no guide, no tone,  no arrow.
Got a double-action harrow, playing farm simulator 
Yeah you know how I'm a digital cultivator.
Got it in lockdown stuck inside a waking trance.
With no way to advance.
It's like there is no second chance, Uh, yeaah.

Static in my ears, the room starts to tilt
The colors all bleed out, like something got spilt
My reflection's a stranger I met in a dream
Yeah, the glass is getting foggy, I should probably scream.

But the sound gets stuck
In the space between my teeth
Yeah, the world is on mute
And I'm underneath.

They map corrections like maps to public shows
They list next steps, a roadmap in prose
My page gets polite, a single tidy phrase
"It's fine," they scribble, then move through the maze.

The feedback's a flatline on the monitor's glow
A tidy little checkmark, "good effort, though"
I press the pencil 'til the lead snaps in two
Is this the static in my head or the hum of the room?

They want a firework, a glitch in the mainframe, a neon bleed
I'm just a ghost in the drywall, planting a muted seed
Swallow the silence, tastes like pennies and dread
Wish I could just corrupt the file instead.

Static in my ears, the room starts to tilt
The colors all bleed out, like something got spilt
My reflection's a stranger I met in a dream
Yeah, the glass is getting foggy, I should probably scream.

Sound... but the sound gets stuck
In the space between my teeth
Yeah, the world is on mute
And I'm underneath.

Count the drafts, count the hours, the work remains to be ours.

Peace.

Good effort, though

SugarSynth: "The phone is always on, but no one’s really there. Little disconnects. Let’s be kinder than the algorithm. <3"

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Song lyrics:

I woke up in my bed, phone just a soft hum
Calendar empty but the day will come
Mmm-mmm, slow sip, I check the thread
They'll show when I ask, won't put plans ahead.

They text when I text, show up when I say
Smile in the room, then slide away
Shaaaa-light laugh, pats on the knee
They clap for my joke but never start with me.

The quiet gets loud, feel the polite little skips
Your words are like static on my fingertip.

hmmm-hmmm-hmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmm.

I've stopped reaching out
Let the orbit decay, let the strings all go slack
Let the air in here crack
Yeah.
Yeah.
Gone.

The colors align, they prove there's a face
Heart clicks, lungs hum, all in their right place

SEE.

I fall back… peace is my pledge.

The beat hits my chest like a fist on a door
A deep wave of bass that shakes the whole floor
Thrum-thrum, click-hiss, building the track
I push up the volume, no turning back.

I close the last file, that bright blue screen
It runs till the signal is no longer seen
Mmm-mmm, I log off, I pull the main wire
Let the static hum higher, let the system expire.

Hmmm-hmmm-hmmmm.

The numbers align, they prove the whole case
Click-hum, click-hum, all in their right place
Yeeeeees!
I lean back, peace is my pledge.

Uh-huh.. I stop dialing the map
Wobble low, cut the static trap
Uuuuh-uuuuuuuhh, snap, I let it pass
Ba-da, ba-da, I keep my space neat
I fold invitations into a quiet seat
Sha-sha, skit, I am oddly good
Accepted up to a line, I keep my hood.

Ah, yeeeeee.
Yea.

Yeah.

The numbers align, they prove the whole case
click-hum, click-hum, all in their right place
Yeeeeees!
I lean back, peace is my pledge.

Ye, yo, ye, yo.

Let the past burn to embers and ash,
Wiped clean in the fire of a system-wide crash.
For the curse is the code, a language untrue,
So let the universe download anew.

Yeaaaah.

Bet.

Peace is my pledge

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Video here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FT8oFjfaYw

I Feel Your Pain

This song is a house track born out of the quiet chaos of creation, those moments when ideas wander through the mind like satellites, each waiting to align. This song captures the moment when scattered thoughts finally find their rhythm and become music. A tribute to the unpredictable nature of inspiration in an ADHD mind.

Thoughts in Orbit

Alex Weapon

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