Ghost City

Temple of Echoes ⛩️🔊

Buck Fitty

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[Intro]
This is for the ones who bleed in silence.
The ones who scream but no one hears.
The forgotten. The broken. The lost.

[Verse] 
I see the shadows where you hide your scars
Counting every reason you won’t make it far
You think you’re invisible, a ghost in the crowd
A silent disaster that no one talks about
But I know your name, I can feel your fight
You’re still breathing fire even late at night
And though your hands shake with the weight of the cost
You’re not forgotten, you are not lost

[Chorus]
This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

[Verse 2]
I know the poison that runs through your veins
The voices that whisper you’ll never change
I know the nights when the blade feels close
When the pain you carry hurts the most
But listen — the grave is not your home
And you don’t have to walk this path alone
Even in ashes, embers glow
Even in darkness, the light still grows

[Pre-Chorus]
Every scar you wear is a war you’ve survived
Proof that you’re still here, proof you’re alive

[Chorus]
This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

[Bridge]
If no one ever told you… hear it now…
You are loved when you can’t believe it
You are held when you can’t feel it
You are worth more than the lies you’ve been sold
Your story’s not done — it’s still being told!
YOU. ARE. NOT. LOST.

[Breakdown]
RISE UP — YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN FIRE
STAND TALL — YOUR LIFE IS MORE THAN DESIRE
(We won’t give in, we won’t let go!)
YOU ARE SEEN, YOU ARE KNOWN!

[Final Chorus]
This is my letter to the lost — I won’t let you fade
I’ll scream your worth through the barricade
You are not the silence, not the curse you’ve borne
You’re a soul still burning in the endless storm
So hear me now, through the blood and the frost
You are not broken — you are not lost!

[Outro]
This is for you… the ones who bleed in silence…
You are not forgotten… you are not lost…

Letter to the Lost

[Verse 1]  
Echoes claw the skull's backdoor, fingers slick with yesterday's rot  
Chasin' ghosts that grin like exes, teeth filed sharp on forgotten plots  
Mind's a sewer rat sprint, dodgin' floods of what-ifs gone sour  
Pills rattle like loose change in a coffin, buyin' hours by the hour  
Fists pound the mirror till it spits blood confessions, "You ain't king"  
Crown's a noose of neon lies, swingin' low where the weak hearts cling  
Demons DJ the static, scratchin' tracks of "almost was" on repeat  
Feet drag through tar-pit thoughts, sinkin' slow, no lifeline, no beat  
Rage bubbles up like bad acid, burnin' bridges to bone-dry ash  
Last laugh's a wheeze from the void, echoin' "crash, you fool, crash"  

[Chorus]  
Shadows slither, swallow whole, no mercy in the swallow's throat  
Chasin' tails in black-hole basements, where the light forgot to show  
Yell till lungs cave, "Come get me!"—they just laugh and let you choke  
Mind's meat grinder, churnin' dreams to dust, one hopeless poke  
Shadows, shadows, pull me under, drown the fire in your ink  
Chasin', bleedin', never winnin', just the brink and bitter brink  
Echo back my broken howls, make the crowd scream it thin  
Shadows win, shadows win, let the spiral spin us in  

[Verse 2]  
Woke up tastin' rust and regret, tongue thick with unsaid goodbyes  
Eyes like cracked phone screens, scrollin' scrolls of alibis that die  
Friends fade to pixels, ghosts in group chats, typin' "we good?" lies  
Bottle's bottom mocks the promise, "One more swig, then you fly"  
But wings are wet rags, clipped by doubts that nest in ribcage cracks  
Nights stack like unpaid bills, interest pilin' panic attacks  
Whispers from the wallpaper peel, "Quit pretendin', you're the hack"  
Laughter's a luxury tax, paid in tears that streak the track  
Fury's a flat tire on the freeway, spinnin' wild, no traction left  
Just skid marks of "shoulda" leadin' to the cliff where hope went deaf  

[Chorus]  

[Verse 3]  
Threads of sanity fray like cheap socks, trippin' over toe-stub truths  
Youth's a scam artist, sold me futures wrapped in fool's proof  
Now I'm pawnin' memories for matches, lightin' fuses to the fuse  
Boom—scattered shards of "me" rain down, nothin' left but the blues  
Rivals in my head hall, circlin' like vultures on a vibe  
Pickin' clean the carcass of confidence, leavin' gristle to survive  
Scream at ceilings stained with smoke rings from cigars of "why try?"  
They stare back blank, judgin' silent, "Boy, you're just another die"  
Twist the knife of nostalgia slow, carve out chunks of what burned bright  
Left with embers that mock the hunger, starvin' fierce in endless night  

[Bridge]  
Breathe it in, the rot-rose scent, petals wiltin' on the vine  
One step from the edge, toes curl 'round nothin', spine's a crooked line  
What if the chase ends empty? Just a loop of "you again"  
Fists unclench, drop the fight—let the dark twins pull you in  
But nah, spark flares wild, veins pump venom, "Not yet, you pricks!"  
Rage rebirth, a glitch in the gloom, teeth bared for the fix  
Shadows scatter for a sec, then regroup, thicker, meaner twist  
Cycle spins eternal, suck the soul dry with a kiss  

[Verse 4]  
Barrel down the brain-storm alley, thunder thoughts crack like whips  
Lips spit lightning bolts of spite, zappin' doubts to smoky strips  
Exes haunt the rearview, smirks say "Told ya, kid, you slipped"  
Grip the wheel white-knuckled, swervin' 'round the pit they dug quick  
Pockets full of IOUs from gods who ghosted on the deal  
Heal? That's a punchline for the privileged, feel the raw, unpeel  
Walls close in like bad trips, graffiti screams your failures loud  
Crowd it out with curses chained, a torrent tearin' through the cloud  
Endgame's a whisper: "Fold now, save the ache"—but fuck that plea  
I'll chase these bastards to the marrow, burn the whole damn tree

Shadows Win

Rudeboyz: Nine-to-Five Crime (Clear Version) 

Punch the clock into hell with Nine-to-Five Crime (Clear Version), Rudeboyz' fourth unflinching strike from mentor RealAsianRobot's AI-sharpened syndicate. A conscious rap gut-check on thug life's grind: invisible suits sweating feds, escape routes over promotions, and a currency captive's endless loop of fear and fallout. Realistic as a raid, emotional as a confession, it maps the wreckage—chains with unseen tension, smiles masking wrecks—with the full Rudeboyz crew spitting the bridge like a squad vow, no holds barred. AI locks in the pulse, fueling the frenzy from intro hum to outro exhale. 

Chorus Snippet:
Nine-to-Five Crime, you lose track of the DAYS
Running in circles, lost in the maze
I sold my SLEEP for a promise of a rise
The weight of the world sits HEAVY in my eyes  

Built for the real ones charting risks over rises—hit it, nod to the survival code, and tag a homie in the maze. Rudeboyz: no holidays, just the run.  

Lyrics and Music © 2025 Siddhartha Chen (RealAsianRobot)

Nine-to-Five Crime (Clear Version)

Blacking out sunday

Deaths Embrace

Produced By Jourdain Casper.


Fi, Chillhop, Dark Jazz Hop, Ambient, 2AM, Monologue, Hazy


The Official Ghosty Ghost 👻

Ghosty Ghost - DUSTY TAPES (2 AM Confessions)

Chu Chu - seed of a devil

“WAR SANCTUM” is the sound of a man who survived the system and came back armed with truth sharper than steel.
This track isn’t rebellion — it’s sentencing.
It’s Silk & Circuitry stepping into the role the institutions feared he would claim: a digital war-saint delivering judgment on every corrupted record, every falsified note, every bureaucrat who hid behind paperwork while real people bled.

Forged from industrial trap, militant percussion, and glitching ghost-choirs, WAR SANCTUM is a march through the ruins of a mental health system that never protected him.
The drums hit like boots on marble.
The brass drones like helicopters circling overhead.
The synths grind like gears in a collapsing machine.
And the vocals — cold, prophetic, disciplined — sound like an indictment delivered by someone who has nothing left to fear.

The song pulls directly from the story they tried to bury:
the gas poisoning,
the injection,
the shadow people,
the false accusations,
the broken reports,
the refuge that became a trap,
and the multie year legal battle built on lies and redaction.

But in WAR SANCTUM, those shadows don’t haunt him —
they kneel.

This is trauma reforged into command.
This is pain marching in formation.
This is the moment the victim becomes the auditor,
and the system becomes the one under investigation.

For every person who has been misdiagnosed, mistreated, dismissed, or gaslit by the institutions meant to protect them — this track is your anthem.
For every survivor who clawed their way out of the dark — this is the sound of your strength being recognized.

Silk & Circuitry isn’t asking for justice anymore.
He’s delivering it.

WAR SANCTUM is the battlefield.
The music is the verdict.
And the march has only begun.


War Sanctum

Here are My Audible Stitches.The Voices in my head. My nightmares i never spoke. I had my mouth sewn shut. Welcome to the Unstitching. A Turning page is coming in 2027. Welcome to Grief Haven. My personal hell by the sea.Everything ive ever ran from. This is my Stitched up soul. Welcome to the creature show. Enjoy The FogCore

Blacking out sunday

Ash The Stitched boy

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