Name: Fire In My Name by MadMan Records Inc.
Duration: 3 min 27 s
Description: Epic pop-rock arrangement in B minor at 112 BPM

This song is me finally breaking free from betrayal and abuse. It’s about the journey from being deceived, manipulated, and torn down—to finding the strength inside myself to fight back and reclaim my power. I poured all the rage, grief, and raw truth I carried into these lyrics. At its core, it’s not just about hate—it’s about transformation. About no longer being the victim, about becoming the warrior, the reaper, the one who refuses to be broken again. It’s dark, it’s fiery, and it’s unapologetically my vengeance anthem.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
On my knees
Beggin' please
No more of your dirty lies
Putrid stench
Made my bed
Killed my soul
I gave you all I had 

[Chorus]
You stole my crown
You made me frown
You made me cry
But now you die
I hate you 

[Verse 2]
There were those 
who tried to warn me
But I refused to believe
They tried to save me from the darkness
That you've been harvesting
You're heartless
And I was too innocent to know
But now I'm a soldier
And you're a memory
That I just can't let go 

[Chorus]
You stole my crown
You made me frown
You made me cry
But now you die
I hate you 

[Verse 3]
You see me in the flames
You see me in your dreams
You hear me calling your name
As I lay my vengeance upon thee
I'm not a princess
I'm a fucking warrior
And now you lay dying
Now you'll be the victim
I am the reaper
And now you're gonna pay
For what you've done
I fucking hate you 

[Chorus]
You stole my crown
You made me frown
You made me cry
But now you die
I hate you
Hate you
I hate you
Hate you

I Hate You

Milton’s genre-bending flex—an immersive mixtape that drips with atmosphere and dares you to feel everything. It’s Stillwave reimagined through a street lens: ambient textures laced with trap percussion, soul fragments warped into ghostly hooks, and verses that cut like glass under moonlight.
This isn’t background music—it’s a full-body experience. Each track feels like a scene from a film that never got made: late-night drives through neon-lit cities, whispered threats in velvet lounges, love confessions delivered over distorted basslines. Milton’s pen is surgical—no filler, no clichés. Just raw emotion, cinematic tension, and hooks built to echo in both headphones and alleyways.
From the opener “Pressure Ritual” to the club-drenched “Smoke Language,” the mixtape moves like a fever dream—seductive, dangerous, unforgettable. It’s the kind of project that builds mythologies, not just playlists.


Velvet Glock

Twerk was the word, now it’s passé
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny display
Flash that fabric like it’s gold
Show me
Baby
What you sold
You got the moves
I got the beat
Let’s make the night
Incomplete
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Neon lights
Your body speaks
Shadows dancing
Curves that peek
Every step’s a masterpiece
Put on a show
Never cease
You got the vibe
I got the stage
Let’s write a story
Turn the page
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Velvet ropes
And candy lips
You sell the dream
With every twist
Mirror ball
And latex shine
You’re the headline
Every time
You got the look
I got the lens
Let’s break the rules
Forget the trends
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Swipe it fast
Make the moment last
Freaky
Freaky
On the beat
This sale’s wild
Can’t feel defeat
You’re the ad
You’re the tease
You’re the clickbait
On your knees
You’re the product
You’re the pitch
You’re the fantasy
In the glitch
I’m the buyer
You’re the brand
We’re the fire
On demand
This ain’t love
This ain’t fate
It’s a sale
And it’s too late
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat

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Sky Without End (Blue)
A song about the boundless Tibetan sky – the space that gives freedom and guides the spirit. A hymn to the infinite blue, where prayers ride on the wings of the wind horse.

Over the mountains, silence flows,
where the wind carries prayer flags in rows.
The sky is endless, deep and wide,
a boundless ocean, a living guide.

Sky without end, my spirit flies,
on the wings of the horse, through open skies.
Blue like forever, pure and free,
Tibet, your heavens shelter me.

Voices of monks in the morning air,
echo like rivers of timeless prayer.
The stars are candles in your dome,
this endless sky, my heart’s true home.

Sky without end, my spirit flies,
on the wings of the horse, through open skies.
Blue like forever, pure and free,
Tibet, your heavens shelter me.

Mountains rise, but still I see,
the sky’s embrace surrounding me.
Every breath, a sacred song,
in this blue, I belong.

Sky without end, my spirit flies,
on the wings of the horse, through open skies.
Blue like forever, pure and free,
Tibet, your heavens shelter me.

Sky Without End

"Punk & Pink" is a shout-out to all the tough girls with soft hearts. It blends raw pop-punk energy with playful pop vibes – cheeky, self-ironic, and full of attitude. Fast drums, crunchy guitars, and gang vocals meet bright hooks and honest lyrics about being strong, vulnerable, and unapologetically real.

Lyrics, concept & creativity by me – music produced with AI (Suno).

Punk & Pink

Epic pop-rock arrangement in B minor at 112 BPM

Fire In My Name

Lyrics:

"Six feet under? Nah, I ain’t departed.
Buckle up, my brothers; I’m just gettin’ started."

Grave dirt cracked, I rose in flame,
Carved my truth from a world of shame.
Hands still bleeding, boots still worn,
Been dead before, I’m just reborn.
Knuckles hit gravel, dust kicks high,
Grin full of trouble, fire in my eye.

Smoke in my lungs, mud on my hands,
Ain’t got much, but I still stand.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Told me “sit down,” but I stood my ground,
Kicked the door in when they came around.
Every scar’s a medal, every bruise a brand,
You ain’t alive till you learn to stand.
World tried to crush me, I bit back twice,
Carved my truth in blood and vice

Blood on my knuckles, grin on my jaw,
You can’t scare a man who’s seen it all.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Death carved my name into stone too soon,
I walked right out of that shallow tomb.
Tried to take my breath, I bit the rope,
Turned the gallows into a joke.
Cracked a grin, then laughed, “Not yet,”
“I ain’t cashed in all my debt.”

They dropped me low, said I’d rot and stay,
But I clawed right out...made the dirt obey.
Every scar I wear’s just proof I live,
Every shot they take just makes me give.

Ghost in the gears, crack in the chain,
Built in the smoke, baptized in pain.
They wrote me off ...I rewrote the book,
Now death steps back when I give that look.

Boots still stomp, jaw still set,
Ain’t met a grave that’s held me yet.
Tongue like brass, words like lead,
I spit 'til the silence bleeds instead.

I burn through fear, I laugh through hell,
Ain’t got a soul left to sell.
Six feet down, but I still fight,
Talk your talk ...I live that bite.

Grit in my teeth, pulse in my head,
Blood in my hands says I’m not dead.

If death comes calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up its ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

"Nope...this ain't my dying day motherfucker!"

Six Feet Under

This is a rock song made as tribute too the X Generation which has a brilliant experienced soundtrack before the millennial

A Stranger In the Mirror

Error Sans was originally created by:
Cleyra / Loverofpiggies (CrayonQueen) on Tumblr.

Error Sans belongs to the “Errortale” AU created by CrayonQueen.
(aka the same creator as Fresh — she made both.)

Cover art generated using AI tools.

[Intro]
Hey ink?
Can you keep up?
The void screams my name,
But it still calls your bluff.

[Verse 1]
Hey little pawn, did you forget your place?
Your stuck in the void,
And I know this maze!
A few little traps,
Set for the rats in the cage.
A few hours more,
You'll be crying my name.
[Verse 2]
Bleeding through the void, 
The screams just noise,
I'm a temporary God,
With an endless cause.
Continuing the cycle would be a petty facade. 
To the crimes you caused.
What? You think I didn't know?
You created those worlds,
Filled with formal code.
But all of them are not worth the original so,
I'll take my pieces, 
The sans's that don't matter.
From underfell, to underswap 
My strings will fall upon the top!
[Pre chorus]
Error! Error!
Thoughts outlined.
Victims fall to their demise. 
Error! Error!
Chalk defined.
I'm the madness where the devil hides.
Error! Error!
Pain bleeds in code!
In the multiple timelines.
This universe chokes!
[Chorus]
Self proclaimed God.
With a perfect smile, 
Coded in glitches,
Circuits pile…up!
We crashing down today.
The shackles fall upon the void,
That swallowed his pain.
Scream right in,
And it screams right back!
reality's illusion in a panic attack.

Self proclaimed God,
With his stupid pretty thoughts,
We thought he could save us,
But all the ashes crossed…
Paths with a bitter chain. 
Taste of blood and gorey shame.
Mask of lies to hide the pain.
Will he be here to save the day?
[Verse 3]
Glitches fire off at random places.
Too many fears, in big, big spaces.
Reality gets caught on my fishing line.
If you keep spamming out like that,
You might surely die.
Hey! Take another step for the in-between.
The l.o.v.e you carried, till the ending screen.
I love what you did with the gruesome game.
But what you erased was your last mistake.
[Bridge]
Tame a lion, find your vigor.
Are you the final, final eyesore?
Another human, to cross with me. 
Are you sharing your LVL?
Or do you crave XP?
[Pre chorus]
Error! Error!
This existence shines!
Victims fall to their own lies. 
Error! Error!
Chalk outline.
I'm the memory where the devil lies.
Error! Error!
Pain bleeds in code!
In the multiple timelines.
This universe chokes!

[Outro]
Self proclaimed God.
self proclaimed god!

shatterflow.

Your Footprints” walks the line between faith and reflection — a heartfelt Risen & Reckless ballad about finding strength when you feel alone.
It’s a song about the unseen presence that carries us through the darkest storms, when we think we’re walking alone but never truly are.
This one’s for anyone who’s felt lost, broken, or forgotten — and still found the light waiting at the edge of the tide. 🌊✝️

#FaithMetal #ChristianRock #RisenAndReckless #SpiritualJourney #NewMusic #Faith #Hope #FootprintsInTheSand #MetalBallad #FaithBasedMusic #CanadianRock

Your Footprints

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