the best breakcore playlist to get you in the feels, submit: sbmt.to/wetherr-1 including artists like Goreshit, Blksmiith, Pisca and more

DARK BREAKCORE

BREAKCORE FROM HEAVEN | breakcore | atmospheric dnb | jungle

Breakcore

Jungle / Breakcore / DnB - Playlist - 3

enitocin

9. GORE - TEX COVERS MY SOUL

GORE-TEX COVERS MY SOUL[myouçeej Remix]

buy: https://softboy7.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-to-the-void 
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/66BS62QVreYnxcY74gTFMB 

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https://www.youtube.com/@softboy7
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4zN7lYI0s3KQEorKpjUw4S
https://softboy7.bandcamp.com/
https://twitter.com/softboy7music
https://www.instagram.com/softboy7music/

Softboy7 Discord: https://discord.gg/f9EwFAqAup

welcome to the void

bittersweet revenge 1%

「DIGITAL TWIN」

GORE-TEX COVERS MY SOUL

crystar ✩༄࿐࿔

hello

forsaken realms feat.RoseHipRose

Maelstrom

i thought you were someone else

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'MY LITTLE END OF THE WORLD' is a concept album that delves into an alternate reality, a dystopian universe where the very essence of art has been lost to time. In this world, art no longer carries meaning; it has become a hollow shell, a disenchanted fusion of once-beautiful things. The colors are faded, the melodies muted, and the words have lost their depth. What was once alive with creativity, sincerity, and emotion is now but a hollow echo of itself.

The story unfolds from the perspective of an artist—an individual caught within this crumbling reality—who looks back on a time when art was alive, when it resonated with the soul and could transcend the mundane. The artist is trapped in a world where creation has turned to mere imitation, where the purity of inspiration has been smothered by a mechanical, lifeless approach to creation. The artist’s memories are all they have left—visions of times spent with the Fallen Angels, beings who once personified the core values of creativity, sincerity, and emotion.

The Fallen Angels are no longer with them. They have disappeared, lost in the bleakness of this world that has forgotten how to feel. The artist’s journey is a search for them, a longing to reconnect with the emotions, the authenticity, and the deep well of creativity that once shaped their art. As they navigate this world of artistic decay, the artist reflects on the profound relationship they once shared with these ethereal beings—the angels that sparked their muse and allowed them to express what was previously inexpressible.

is anyone there?

am i not enough?

buy: https://softboy7.bandcamp.com/track/last-promise
stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/5HXO3uUEPI7SfgDjK9V233?si=dce337485e264149
@y4ndere

This is the first song of my upcoming album ♡
I wrote parts of the lyrics specifically for you (my community)

Lyrics:

[INTRO]
promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
and no one else

promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
FOREVER
FOREVER

[Hook]
promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
and no one else

promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
FOREVER
FOREVER

FOREVER
FOREVER

FOREVER
FOREVER

[Bridge]
promise me 
you hold on tight
to the beauty 
of your life

behind the void 
is so much light
it reflects on you 
and makes you shine

[Hook]
promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
and no one else

promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
FOREVER
FOREVER

promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
and no one else

promise me
to be yourself
cause I like you
FOREVER
FOREVER

last promise

Softboy7 & Yandere - last promise

Floating Crowns

shitsubo

awake

WASTING AWAY

I REGRET

wasting away

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Before the first bird dares to sing, the alarm wails its fear some
hymn. Another week begins its toll, another fall, another fold.
How far will I sink this time? Will I rise to meet tomorrow's sun,
or lose myself in the shadowed labyrinth of anxiety and noise?
No answer rides the morning light, only the sun's gentle fingers
brushing the threshold, beckoning me through the bleak,
uncertain gate of my doorframe.