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 1.HIPHOP/RNB
2.METALCORE
3.BRITPOP
4.INDIE ROCK
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Epiphyllum - 2024 hippop, composer & background vocal




(chorus)  
in the club looking for sumn just like i’m fifty yeah  
i’m not really into feelings but i’m feeling ya  
diamonds jumping out the gym just like a cheerleader
black and white and want that yellow aint particular  
(verse 1)  
watchu need why you keep on watching me  
i fell off now i’m back washing my knees  
puppy love that’s just sumn that i dont need  
fuck it up like my dick was the police  
come out straight like i’m from compton  
i’m just trynna hit like kenny lofton  
while i’m smoking mary and that kush like i’m morrocan  
thats just me girl how bout you yeah yeah  
if you down and dont know what to do yeah yeah  
baby bust it down off casamigos off a set 
not talking migos only smoke shit thats illegal  imma 
throw a band just like the beatles 
i’m a dog aint talking beagles i get higher than a  seagull ya  
i know that i got some problems on some real shit
and that’s the reason why i smoke till i cant feel shit
some of the shit that i done seen gon make you feel sick
rather hide and seek another thrill just like a lil kid
(verse 2)  
I’m an epiphyllum oh  
Only one night for blossom  
Your obsession I’ll never return  
you‘re an epiphyllum oh  
such a match made in heaven  
Mind abandoned What a fashion  
(chorus)  
in the club looking for sumn just like i’m fifty yeah  
i’m not really into feelings but i’m feeling ya  
diamonds jumping out the gym just like a cheerleader
black and white and want that yellow aint particular






Racket Killer - 2024 metalcore, composer & guitarist & vocal




(Intro) 嚴肅 火爐 腐爛 肖邦 Seriousness Furnace Decay Chopin 忠誠 球拍 疼痛 老荳 Loyalty Racket Pain Oldman (Cantonese slang for “father”)
(verse 1)
Neon through Chunking’s Mansion,
shadows drift with sharp intention.
Piano wires would tight in hand,
racket’s touch, gentle and damned.
(pre chorus)
Tonight, I see the rules.
FLesH will TeaR;
Your FREEDOM’S CruEL.
(chorus)
Let me liberate the world,
with the sacred racket.
You shall all be grateful
for your joyful screams.
As YOu FaLL
(verse 2)
Silent cries under the smash.
Now he’s dead, there’s no more noise.
“Free us now, just like throwing trash”,
I hear them call; I’ll be their voice.
(pre chorus)
I tear, I reap, I secure –
that I’m the spark, the flame, the cure –
FreEdOm’s found,
when HEARTS are PURE.
(chorus)
Let me liberate the world,

with the sacred racket.
You shall all be grateful
for your joyful screams.
As YOu FaLL
It’s your unattainable glory,
beneath the sacred racket.
Never challenge your destiny
of our reunion,
AT DeAtH’s dOoR.
(bridge)
We’re all miserable captive(s),
to the dominance of patriarchy.
We’re all decaying corpse(s),
longing for the final moment.
To bE ReBorN.
(breakdown)
嚴肅 火爐 腐爛 肖邦Seriousness Furnace Decay Chopin忠誠 球拍 疼痛 老荳 Loyalty Racket Pain Oldman (Cantonese slang for “father”)
(chorus)
Let me liberate the world,
with the sacred racket.
You shall all be grateful
for your joyful screams.
As YOu FaLL
It’s your unattainable glory,
beneath the sacred racket.
Never challenge your destiny
of our reunion,
AT DeAtH’s dOoR
(outro)
I pick up the phone
“Your father is dying” Said the doc
“ISN’T HE ALREADY? Long time ago”
I question the racket






My Face - 2025 britpop,  composer & guitarist & bassist & vocal




(verse 1)
Stroller
Rolling and swaying
Among the sidewalks

Shimmer
Glowing and gracing
Upon this tiny frame

Cipher
Are all the looks mean
On that face above me

Mother
Am I meant to bear so much
To mean so much

(chorus)
A watershed of your life;
A moment caught in stasis;
A secret supposed to hide;
So good to improvise, on a surprise

(verse 2)
Cipher
Are all the looks mean
On that face above me

Train ride
Racing through the suburbs
Frightened of what’s next


Father
Am I meant to bear so much
To mean so much
I don’t want to take this much

(chorus)
A watershed of your life;
A moment caught in stasis;
A secret supposed to hide;
So good to improvise

A tension never resolved;
A living you always doubt;
A knot binding your traces.
What do you expect? What do you expect?

(outro)
From my face? From my face?







The Sick Train Song - 2025 indie rock, composer











     


  
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