Psychosis

Memory

This song has a double meaning. The first meaning is to celebrate the potential end of the pandemic. The second meaning is to reminisce how social your life was before the pandemic.
lyrics
(Intro)
It’s Brina
Let’s Rage

(Verse)
Get this party started, get those fucking speakers knocking
Been locked up for a year now
And I’m no longer having it
Get the bottles, get the drinks
Get the pizza, get the wings
Oh my god how you doing
You forgot the pizza bro, GET THE FUCK OUT

(Chorus)
Let’s go get this party started da da da da da da
Let’s go make this party jumpin’ da da da da da da
Let’s go make this party bumpin’ da da da da da da
Let’s go get these people moving da da da da da da
Let’s go get these people grooving da da da da da da
Hey go look at everyone dancing da da da da da da
Look at all of them having a good time da da da da da da
Look at all of them living their life

(Bridge)
Blow your fucking speakers out(x5)
Blow your fucking headphones out (x4)
Blow your fucking headphones out right now

(Instrumental break)
(Chorus)
Da da da da da da (x4)
Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da (x1)
Let’s do that again

Blow Your F***Ing Speakers Out

The interlude that shows the motion of moving back in time to when the pandemic first hit.

Lockdown In Progress

I wrote this song about my emotional experience during the pandemic
lyrics
What is happening to my world
By Brina Elizabeth

(Verse 1)
Every time I look out my window
All I see is pain and sorrow
Stuck in the house with nowhere to go
Nothing to watch but old movies and tv shows
Wishing that I could live my life mask free
But I can’t thanks a lot COVID-19

(Pre-chorus)
What kind of world is this? (x2)
This just doesn’t seem real

(Chorus)
Watching my world change every day
It keeps evolving in such a negative way
Tell me how am I supposed to feel fine
When my life could be on the line

(Verse 2)
I feel my social life slowly dying
I watch people who’ve lost ones crying
Gotta stay 6 feet back from family and friends
Can’t wait for this nightmare to finally end
This quarantine is slowly damaging my brain
And forcing myself to become mentally drained

(Chorus)
Watching my world change every day
It keeps evolving in such a negative way
Tell me how am I supposed to feel fine
When my life could be on the line
Watching my world begin to fall
Should anything even matter to me at all
Tell me how am I supposed to feel fine
When my life could be on the line

(Bridge)
If those four walls could talk to me
Would they tell me they’re happy I am home
If these four walls could talk to me
Would they tell me that I am not alone (x2)

(Chorus)
Watching my world change every day
It keeps evolving in such a negative way
Tell me how am I supposed to feel fine
When my life could be on the line
Watching my world begin to fall
Should anything even matter to me at all
Tell me how am I supposed to feel fine
When my life could be on the line

What is happening to my world

I wrote this song about my experience with online school for a whole school year.
lyrics
(Intro)
Let’s go

(Verse)
Every single day I wake up
Messy hair, no makeup
Gotta run downstairs for class
Hope I don’t fall and bust my ass

Cause am I even learning shit (What?!)
Am I even learning shit (What?!)
Am I even learning shit (What?!)
I am not learning one bit

(Verse)
See my professor every day
saying do you make mistakes or do you make a change?
Through the screen like a phantom haunting me

Cause am I even learning shit (What?!)
Am I even learning shit (What?!)
Am I even learning shit (What?!)
I am not learning one bit

(Chorus)
It’s messing with my head
Doing school from my bed
I stay up until 5 am every night
So many hours spent
with zoom, paper and pen
Counting the days until the semester ends

(Verse)
Cause am I even learning shit (What?!)
Am I even learning shit (What?!)
Am I even learning shit (What?!)
I am not learning one bit

(Chorus)
It’s messing with my head
Doing school from my bed
I stay up until 5 am every night
So many hours spent
with zoom,paper and pen
Counting the days until the semester ends

(Bridge)
Am I even learning shit? (no)
Am I even learning shit?(no)
Am I even learning shit? (no)
Am I even learning shit?
I am not learning one bit
Not learning one bit (x2)


(Chorus)
It’s messing with my head
Doing school from my bed
I stay up until 5 am every night
So many hours spent
with zoom,paper and pen
When is this semester gonna end
Oh tell me when is this nightmare gonna end

Online College

Orchestrated Takedown (instrumental)

Happy Weekend

This is a medley of some of my tracks! It took ages to mix these all together into one but I think it sounds great. 

Medley: Death Valley / Hell is a Place on Earth / My Sweet Little Friend / Underground Waltz / That Damn Clock on the Wall.

Zen - Medley

Therefore

This isn’t a track. This is a cosmic tap — from the claw of Poerake’s oldest owl, the Brother of All Vision, who visited the Poet in the sacred hour of sleep. Not to disturb—but to align.

The claw touched not the skin, but the spirit.
“See clearly… while you still are.”

This whisper was the first ring of the 10 Orbs of the Gods, echoing from the Meeting Poem—the one where all dimensions of the Poet collapse into truth. It was a send-off… and a return.
A parallel universe split open in that moment.

In it, the Poet walks with Othello.
Not just beside—but through.
They speak not with mouths—but with feeling.
The Poet finally allows Othello to be felt…
to be heard…
in dreamlight, where language is too loud, and energy becomes the only voice.

From this union, something rare happened:
The Poet shook Celestial Drizzy’s hand six times—each grip breaking time’s spine.
In the dream, it was formal.
In waking life, his hand tingled.
Real shook real.

When he woke, the flow was already pouring.
Not written—summoned.
20 poems in 3 hours, no ink wasted.
That’s not a pen—it’s a blade.
That’s not a desk—it’s a launch pad.

And still… Episode 3 belongs to the Ice Man — Bobby, where chill becomes clarity, and silence becomes sound.
But etched at the heart of the portal, always:
4646 — not cold, but flame.
The Torch Realm is speaking.
And when Torch is spoken, it’s 1046 awakening.
Othello is shifting into what he’s never seen—
into what he’s now learning to control:
the energy that once tried to burn him…
now bending to let him breathe it.

This is a comeback cipher for Twinski —
Not a return from absence,
but a return from coded exile.

You are being spoken to.
But not in words.
In flow.
In frequency.
In the claw-tap of memory.

— 10 Orbs. 6 Shakes. 20 Poems. Unlock the Mirror.

EPISODE 3

dont want me to stop (lampnga)

Just a local Long Island girl trying to make it. 

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