The Succubus

Waste My Days

“Rot in Color” is a dark acid rap trip through the digital subconscious — where faith glitches, time leaks, and sanity hums like broken circuitry. 🌀

It’s poetic chaos: heavy basslines, distorted 808s, glitchy synths, and dreamlike verses that unravel the mind’s mirror. This isn’t about death — it’s about disintegration, the beauty in falling apart, and the art of losing yourself to the static.

For the ones who stare too long into the glow and see themselves blink back.

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Rot in Color

This isn’t just music — it’s a reboot protocol.
Each track is a mental hack, a spoken-code designed to reset thought patterns, awaken awareness, and merge spirituality with digital architecture.
From BOOT SEQUENCE to CODE OF FIRE (SIGMA 13 EDIT), every verse is a command-line for self-sovereignty.

DREAM DEBUGGER

Liar Liar

1. The Request of Joseph
    Biblical Reference: Matthew 27:57-60, Mark 15:42-46, Luke 23:50-53, John 19:38-42
    The Request of Joseph
    Verse 1:
        In the fading light of tragedy
        A brave man steps forth
        With heavy heart but resolute mind
        He seeks the one of utmost worth
    Pre-Chorus:
        Joseph of Arimathea, respected and bold
        Risks it all for the one the cross did hold
    Chorus:
        In death as in life
        He dwells among the rich
        A borrowed tomb awaits
        As day turns to night
        The story's not finished
        Just a pause in heaven's gates
    Verse 2:
        They lower him gently from the tree
        Wrapped in linen, prepared with care
        In a garden near, a new-hewn cave
        A brief rest from earthly despair
    Pre-Chorus:
        The stone rolls shut, sealing fate's design
        But is this the end, or a new start divine?
    (Chorus)
    Bridge:
        Between two worlds he lies
        Earth below and heaven above
        A moment frozen in time
        The crucible of eternal love
    (Chorus)

The Request of Joseph

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)

RICOCHET

[Intro]
They won't listen to me
Telling me I'm the problem
For pointing out the problem clearly
Tell me my solution is naive
Sounding like a feel-good fantasy

But I'm not dreaming
I've listened, learned, calculated
Evaluated, painstakingly navigated
The claims, the games, the origin of the currency
Walked the real terrain
The map you've been sold, asked me to hold
Is nothing like reality

It doesn't bring me any consolation
To see the con and conflation
And know—
When you're fucking fragile
When that illusion of comfort finally falls
And you see the machine that you've been feeding
The blood and spirits of those you've been eating
To sustain the illusion of success
Through unnecessary, stolen excess

And you scream about the horror
You might even lose your fucking mind
It doesn't comfort me or make me feel better
To realize all I'll have left to say is:

I told you so

[Verse 1]
They got ambulatory schizophrenics at the top
Bought big pharma, the clinics
The academic institutions
Bought the critics, the statistics
Rigged the heuristics, every single one

Impossible to diagnose the sickness
When the diagnosis would
Make you complicit in their illness
Easier to say
"It's just business
This is just how it's done"

[Verse 2]
Functional insanity
Means they can't see the truth from the fantasy

Don't make me explain it
Just ask them to shut the fuck up
Don't contain it, don't reframe it
Don't rename it, don't debate it
Don't triple-A-rate and label it

Just watch the numbers multiply
Watch the psychosis take its hold
And hide behind a suit and tie

No correlation, just a polished presentation
Numbers divorced from reality
When it's time to collect
Watch them keep their theft
And pass the bill to me, you, our families

[Verse 3]
It's not that difficult
Just intentionally complex
Keeps you in the dark
Keeps you writing checks 
Inflation? That’s you subsidizing
their reckless bets.

They found the lamp, 
they built the genie
Conjuring value out of nothing 
Mastered deceit called it belief 
Granting wishes to themselves
Magic numbers on a screen

While you trade your life, 
your time, your energy
For a right to be
They violently enforce their fantasy 

They don't build a damn thing
Don't heal, don't feed, don't house, don't teach
Just skim the difference between what's real
And what they convinced you to believe

Turn your labor into their leisure
Your necessity into their excess
Then charge you interest on the theft
Call it growth, call it progress,
Disrupt and leave a mess.

When the spell breaks and the mirage clears
You thought you were building a home, a career? 
Just bars to your own cage, 
Trapped in their unreality, 
“I told you so” might be all that you hear.

I Told You So

A poignant Gothic country ballad, "Strong Oak Bends" delves into the raw pain of a son's vigil over his father's dementia journey—where memories fade but unbreakable love endures. With haunting acoustics, atmospheric depth, and soul-stirring vocals, this track transforms quiet desperation into a testament of resilient strength, reminding us that true power lies in bending, not breaking. Dedicated to families facing memory loss. Watch the official video: https://youtu.be/5EwytmtfZEQ #Dementia #DarkCountry #EmotionalBallad #FatherSon #AlternativeCountry

Strong oak bends

Country Rap, bluesy electric guitar riffs, booming 808 bass, mid-tempo trap-country beat, heavy-hearted yet resilient, lo-fi Southern texture, gritty male vocals, rap verses with soulful choruses, analog warmth

Main Street Slow Burn

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Glory to God, the maker of the heavens and earth.

Curated from revealed texts, religious texts, and philosophy. 

Claude Sonnet|Suno

The Request of Joseph

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