🩸 Red Rusted – Clean Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A hand breached through the earth,
Rust and dirt caked on his skin.
Sulfur rising from his bones,
Iron where love should've been.

Eyes black as the midnight skies...
No light, no home inside.

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s here he drags me down,
No chance to scream aloud.
Already inside burning my chest,
Branding his name now Possessed.

[Chorus]
Blood falls...
Dripping down these broken halls...
Fading echoes in my veins...
You pray — but you can't stay.
You pray — but you can't stay free.

[Verse 2]
Feel him burning through my skin,
See his shadow wear my face.
Darkness fills my brittle lungs,
Stealing breath I can't replace.

The vines that once lit up my soul —
They choke and fall away.

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s here he drags me down,
No chance to scream aloud.
Already inside burning my chest,
Branding his name now Possessed.

[Chorus]
Blood falls...
Dripping down these broken halls...
Fading echoes in my veins...
You pray — but you can't stay.
You pray — but you can't stay free.

[Bridge]
A stranger's heartbeat fills my chest...
This isn't me, this isn't real.
No gates, no heaven, no release...
Just gray and broken steel.

When did I die?
Where did he go?
The float I had...
It sunk below.

[Final Chorus]
Blood falls...
Dripping down these broken halls...
No sunlight left to lead my way...
You pray — but you can't stay.
You pray — but you can't stay free.

[Outro]
I stand alone...
I let it go...
I let it go...

🎙️Song Insight
Red Rusted is a cinematic ballad forged in emotional heat — a descent into darkness where pain is etched into skin and memory. Told in theatrical arcs with a raw vocal presence, the track explores the haunting aftermath of betrayal, decay, and the slow erasure of self. What begins as a quiet surrender builds into a storm of blood-soaked echoes, ending with nothing left but steel, shadow, and silence.

RED RUST

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxljWc2d3ec
The Ocean doesn’t cry like we do.  
But it does bleed — in silence, in plastic, in oil.

This is a glitch-rap manifesto for the blue planet.  
Spoken like a wave, punched like a truth.

Written and performed by Dr. Foss  
🌊 For every drop that remembers.  
🧠 For every voice that won't throw that knot in the sea.

The Ocean

Restless No More

To Work and to War by The Prismatics is a powerful, anthemic ballad that explores the dual burdens of labor and conflict that shape the human spirit. With its driving rhythm and lyrical grit, the song reflects the lives of men caught between the grind of daily toil and the call of battle — a cycle of sacrifice, endurance, and resilience.

The verses paint stark images of factories, fields, and battlefronts, where sweat, struggle, and silence forge both despair and hope. The chorus swells with a martial cadence, echoing the sound of fifes and drums, embodying the march of generations bound to labor and sacrifice. Yet beneath the weight of struggle lies a yearning for freedom, redemption, and a dream beyond the plow and the battlefield.

Blending raw storytelling with soaring refrains, To Work and to War is at once haunting and inspiring. It’s a song for dreamers and fighters alike — an ode to endurance, solidarity, and the relentless pursuit of meaning in the face of hardship.

To Work And To War

To Work and to War

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Lyrics:

Verse
Another blind soul asking for direction
This dead end street
It's paved with good intentions
It's not too late to change your course of action
Better do it soon
'Cause you're headin' for a crashin'
I can't be the one to save you

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors

Verse 2
When you look in the mirror
What do you see?
Do you see a hero? Or do you see a freak?
Well
I don't have time to make you understand
Go ahead and cry
Child
It's not my problem
No one gives a damn if you cry

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors

Bridge
No one gives a damn if you cry
I can't be the one to save you

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors

Ain't Here To Do Favors

KEIN SCHLAF IM PENTHOUSE

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Learn From The Falling

The Formula is the story of what happens when discipline becomes momentum, and momentum becomes identity. It’s a London hip hop study in pressure, precision, and the quiet violence of focus — the late nights where the world shrinks to a tunnel and the work becomes the only thing you can hear.

Across twelve tracks, the project follows an artist who cracks the code, outruns himself, listens to the algorithm whisper back, and ultimately breaks the loop he built. It’s drill-adjacent, but inward-looking; confident, but aware of the cost; philosophical, but always grounded in real human hours — kids upstairs, sofa light, missed calls, breath regained.

This isn’t an album about success.
It’s an album about the discipline behind it,
the ghosts it creates,
and the freedom that returns when you finally slow down.

The Formula isn’t something you find.
It’s something you become.

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THE FIRST SIGN

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

Restless No More

Wayne Mathison

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