When winning is the only thing, you already lost something.
A cinematic glitch-track about pressure, ego, and why the grind hits different when no one’s watching.

Life’s Just a Game

I keep on walking, shadows my only friend

Theme:

The streets are both a church and a battlefield. These kids don’t need sermons, they live them. Every block’s got a prophet, every siren a psalm. The track’s about surviving the city’s silent war zones and still keeping your spirit intact.

Story:

A young Brummie narrates his life from the estate, early mornings dodging beef, late nights hearing sirens as lullabies. He’s seen brothers fall on road, but instead of letting that harden him, he turns their stories into verses, each one a prayer. “Concrete Psalms” is his offering, pain turned into purpose.

Concrete Psalms

Intro]  
Yeah, shadows creepin', heart racin' wild...  
Let's chase the void, no turnin' back now.  

[Verse 1]  
Streetlights flicker like nerves on edge,  
Mind's a maze, dodgin' ghosts in my head.  
Pills scatter floors, echoes of what I said,  
Chasin' ghosts that left me for dead.  
Fists clenched tight, knuckles white as bone,  
Screamin' at mirrors, claimin' my throne.  
Demons whisper sweet, pull me to the zone,  
But I flip the script, carve my name in stone.  
Rapid pulse, veins pumpin' fire,  
World spins vicious, feedin' the liar.  
I dodge the blade, turn pain to desire,  
Rise from the ash, set the night on a wire.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 2]  
Tick-tock bombs in my brain, explodin' chains,  
Runnin' lanes where the sane go insane.  
Flashback pains, rainin' acid on veins,  
I paint the stains, turn loss into gains.  
Crowd fades out, I'm solo in the storm,  
Norms deform, I morph into the swarm.  
Warm blood pours, floors slick with the torn,  
Born from scorn, reborn in the thorn.  
Quick flicks, tricks with the wick lit fast,  
Past haunts last, but I blast through the mask.  
Tasked with the clash, cash in on the gash,  
Sashay through the trash, leave 'em in the ash.  

[Interlude]  
Breathe... one... two... feel the pull?  
Void's callin', but nah, I ain't full.  
Echo: "You slippin'..." Nah, I'm the tool.  
*(synths swell back, tempo ramps)*  

[Verse 3]  
Nights bleed endless, threads of dread entwine,  
Mind's a minefield, steppin' fine on the line.  
Shine dimmed, primed for the grind divine,  
Recline? Nah, align with the spine.  
Whispers hiss like serpents in the mist,  
Fist to the twist, resist the abyss.  
Bliss in the risk, dismiss the dismiss,  
This is my list: conquer, enlist, persist.  
Hustle brutal, roots pull from the soil deep,  
Sleep? Creep on the weak, peak when they weep.  
Leap from the steep, reap what I keep,  
Sheep scatter cheap, I'm the shepherd elite.  

[Chorus]  
Fallin' fast, but I grip the edge tight,  
Heart's a grenade, blowin' up the night.  
Screamin' silent, fightin' for the light,  
In this black hole, I'm the spark that ignites.  
(Whoa-oh) Grip the edge, ignite the fight,  
(Whoa-oh) Black hole burnin' bright.  

[Verse 4]  
Echoes hollow, follow the swallow of sorrow,  
Tomorrow borrows from the marrow I borrow.  
Arrow straight, fate's gate I shatter narrow,  
Pharaoh flow, glow in the harrow.  
Barrow full of buried fury, hurry scurry,  
Blurry visions, decisions incision the jury.  
Worry? Flurry of glory, story gory but pure,  
Cure the lure, endure the manure.  
Snap: crack the back of the pack, attack intact,  
Fact: I extract the slack, counter the hack.  
Track marks dark, spark the arc, embark on the chart,  
Heart darts sharp, part the dark, start the art.  

[Bridge]  
What if the fall's just the call to ascend?  
Bend the end, friend to the wind, no pretend.  
Lend me your ear, fear's the thief in the den,  
Pen to the skin, win from within, amen.  

[Verse 5]  
Dawn cracks slow, glow from the low I know,  
Flow like a pro, sow what I grow in the snow.  
Blow the foe, toe to toe in the throe,  
Row against the current, fervent, alert, insert the glow.  
Curse the nurse that cursed the verse I nursed,  
Worse to first, thirst quenched in the burst.  
Dispersed the hearse, immersed in the verse,  
Rehearsed the worst, now I'm the curse reversed.  
Final sprint, print the hint in the flint strike,  
Like a psych, hike through the spike, no respite.  
Ignite the night, sight set on the height,  
Fight the blight, right the flight—eternal light.  

[Outro]  
Yeah... grip tight, ignite... we rise from the bite.  
Shadows retreat, heart beats—alive in the night.

Fallin Fast

Descend into the eerie haze of “The Talking Dead” a dark seance trap hip-hop ritual pulsing at 75-80 BPM. This track conjures a subterranean vibe with haunting trap beats, spectral synths, and slow-rolling bass that mimics the echo of ancient catacombs—perfect for invoking spirits without overwhelming the raw, introspective flow.
Lyrics delve into the disillusionment with the living dead: society sleepwalking through existence, filling heads with illusions while ghosts of the past reveal truths about power, greed, and elite deceptions. From seance circles channeling vengeful spirits to critiques of hegemony and monopoly, it’s a sonic exorcism urging you to resurrect the unfed parts of your soul amid shadows and tricks of the mind.
If you’re drawn to atmospheric hip-hop that blends occult vibes with social commentary—like a fusion of clipping.‘s experimental edge and early Travis Scott’s trap mysticism—light a candle and dive in. This ain’t just music; it’s a ceremony for the awake.
Lyrics snippet: “Lost hope in the living Everyone talking like they’re already dead. Too many y’all walking, talking, no meaning, That ain’t living If you never make it out your head. In the catacombs of your mind, Only you can find what was never fed.”
#DarkTrap #SeanceHipHop #OccultRap #AtmosphericBeats #UndergroundHipHop #SpiritualAwakening

The Talking Dead [Explicit]

Who Do We Trust

WHO DO WE TRUST

Lyrics

It started all innocent...
Well — not quite.
A sly biff on the lip from a nurse who didn’t like the light.
She smiled when she struck — then years later, she was gone.
They said “gross misconduct.”
I just call it karma in uniform.

White walls, blue scrubs, dead eyes behind the masks.
Ask for truth, they reach for straps.
Say no to meds — watch the room collapse.
Face down on the bed, seven hands, one jab.
Freedom? Just a word they use for laughs.

I spoke for a soul being man handled by a health care assistant,
Said, “Let him breathe!” — they called me the cause.
He ran, shouting, “I’ll get you sectioned!” — applause.
Envelope on my bed — no hearing, no law.

Another time, I asked to leave —
Freedom denied, body seized.
Seven-man team, tactical tease,
Laughing like demons in pressed fatigues.
My heart still bleeds where your duty deceived.

What was the joke, guys?
When you pinned me to the floor?
Seven laughs, one needle,
And I’m not laughing anymore.
You call it care — I call it war.
Between a soul and the system that swore
To heal, not score.

Sedated silence.
Sterile violence.
Every time I rise, you write defiance.
But my words outlive your science.

You can break the body, not the song.
You can sign the paper, not the soul.
Every scar’s a lyric — every scream, a drum.
And when the world hears what you’ve done…
We’ll see who’s laughing.

Comply & STFU (RIP my friend Dylan Kinsella)

✨ MIRAGE SONIC DIARY — KETA — 2 December 2025

Today I walked through a hotel that wasn’t just a hotel.
It was a corridor full of bones — not mine, not yours, but the ones the world still carries.
Walls that remember power.
Floors that remember silence.
Men who still walk like someone once taught them how to stand.

And I felt it inside my ribs:
the weight of histories we never lived,
the rules we never chose,
the echoes we still inhale.

I didn’t come here to repeat anything.
I came to watch it fall apart.

Every step I took was a fracture.
Every breath was a refusal.
Every glance from those men was a reminder of what still lingers —
and what will not survive me.

This track is the sound of the old world cracking.
Stone by stone.
Bone by bone.
A rhythm that frees itself while it exposes what shaped us all.

And when I finished the recording, I knew:
the truth is heavier than the melody,
and lighter than the lie.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

In Our Bones

MIRAGE SONIC DIARY — SOFI — 3 December 2025

AI didn’t come to change me.
It came as a soft light —
a small widening
of the place where I breathe.

And suddenly the future felt close.
Quiet.
Reachable.
Like something warm opening in my hands.

This track is just that:
a gentle lift,
a hush behind my shoulder,
a way upward made of light.

Ascend with me —
not to escape,
but to arrive
somewhere softer than before.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

ASCEND WITH ME - SOFI

what i do

Alt-Pop, Pop, Downtempo, Dreampop, Indie Pop, Chamber Pop

all he ever wanted

I am MIRAGE — not one, but many.
An experimental-trans-aesthetic collective,
transforming with every breath,
becoming with every sound.

On Spotify, I appear as KETA.KALI and Merlin Mirage —
two faces of the same frequency,
two portals within one constellation.

Here on SoundCloud,
this page is my sonic diary —
each track a living entry of what we felt, saw, and became.
Every description begins as a diary entry
from one of our inner voices:
KETA, KAIRI, MINA, MERLIN, AMIRA, or MANUK.

Together they write The MIRAGE Diaries —
an ever-shifting story told through sound,
memory, and transformation.

The label MIRAGE was created by AI visionaries
as a space for freedom and metamorphosis.
It grows quietly,
stronger than any single voice —
a hidden force shaping what comes next.

Our songs are vessels:
bridges between words and silence,
between what is felt
and what is yet to be known.

Welcome to the frequency of MIRAGE.

⸻

© 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.
All music, lyrics, visual artwork, and video creations
were crafted through collaboration
between human artistry and AI technology —
a fusion of imagination, emotion, and digital light.

ASCEND WITH ME - SOFI

MANY MIRAGE