Elyes TNF Maison Winterfell #1

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Maes - Sous vide [EXCLU]

Maes – On sort le bang

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Metah - Dutch van der linde

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Street Rap Hip Hop US Anthems 2025 – Hustle & Grind Mix #129

[0:00-0:20] Intro  
Sterile hospital rooms with stark white walls and sturdy wooden doors stretching into the distance...  
Echoing silent hallways lined with cold blue linoleum floors, a vast and disorienting space that feels eternally lost and unforgivingly frigid...  
The ground beneath shifts from smooth tile to rough, unyielding stone, evoking ancient ruins buried in modern despair...  
(Snap to 110 BPM, the rhythm kicking in like a sudden heartbeat awakening from numbness.)

[0:20-1:00] Verse 1  
Deep cuts and bruises scattered across fragile skin, carefully wrapped in layers of pristine white cotton bandages that whisper of hidden wounds...  
Emotions muted like distant vibrations, muffled voices clinging close in the haze, holding on as if afraid to let go into the void...  
Soft whispers weave a haunting lullaby, cradling the shattered mind in four dissonant tones, while invisible voices grip from behind and the sides, pulling taut like unseen chains...  
No fragments of memory remain, trapped in a caged holder of forgotten moments, where dripping IV lines deliver fleeting clips of reality that blur and blend into chaos...  
Given and taken away in an instant, numbed skeletons coursing through veins like icy rivers, freezing the core from within...  
A numb expression masks the raging fire burning deep inside, as the world outside turns blurry through fogged glasses that switch between fractured minds...  
Emotions unravel like tangled threads, conjuring phantom faces emerging from the shadows, forth into a waking dissociative dream where faded ghosts melt seamlessly within the self, dissolving boundaries until nothing feels real...

[1:00-1:20] Chorus  
Disabled and defiant, refusing to surrender to rest or the pull of sleep's dark embrace...  
The doctor attempted to offer help, but it twisted into a forsaken future, and they simply walked away, leaving echoes of abandonment...  
Flight or fight surges through the blood like adrenaline-fueled lightning...  
Dysphoria spews forth in bitter fragments, gender splintered and buried under layers of unrelenting pain...  
Numb to the physical and mental disaster that consumes everything in its path...  
End it all, let the final curtain fall on this endless torment...

[1:20-2:00] Verse 2  
Nurses administer pills that erase the mind's sharp edges, wiping away thoughts like chalk from a blackened board...  
Sudden attacks crash against unyielding steel doors while the body lies in forced asleep, trapped in a cage of involuntary stillness...  
Injected sedatives course through the bloodstream, holding back the screams of excruciating pain that echo from the depths...  
Wrapped in white restraints, the mind switches to a fierce protector mode, emerging forth to singe the edges of sleep with defiant fire...  
Cycling emotions drift like storm clouds across a turbulent sky, moving in unpredictable patterns that leave no peace...  
Locked in frozen states of static, where echoing memories hold the self hostage across infinite multiverses riddled with bullet holes from past battles...  
Brought to this forsaken place by an attack from a person intent on killing the faulty programmer within, striking blows that resonate around the soul...  
Crushing the self with venomous words that inflict hurt and shame accumulated over years, where suicide has stalked like a shadow through walking dreams, whispering invitations to the end...



Room 013

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Maes – On sort le bang

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