Withdrawn (sinsixx x kehmesis)

Written and produced by sinsixx and Kehmesis

Thanks, Vik, for the amazing experience!

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I met sinsixx a while ago after he commented on my melodic death metal album. He asked me what I thought of one of his albums. I listened to it, messaged him on Discord, gave him my honest opinion, and offered him some advice.

Since then, we've stayed in touch and shared a bunch of tips, advice, and techniques related to Suno to improve our respective skills.

Fast forward to today. every time he publishes a new song I think: "Fuck, I think he got better than me." And that pushes me to keep getting better.

He quickly became my favorite creator on Suno (sorry everyone else) and a good friend.

Our first collab was just a matter of time...

I swear you will not regret checking out his profile:

suno.com/@sinsixx

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I know this "song" is not your typical radio-ready song. And this is not the last time of our crazy ideas. But the next one should be a bit more standard. For Angie😏🤭

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Studio apartment

Streetlight stripes the floor like a barcode

I peel my jacket off like it's someone else's skin

The fridge hums louder than my earworm

I count the cracks instead of counting in

One notification, I don't flip it

The room is full of air I never asked to breathe

I fold myself into the corner of my bed

Small enough so the dark can keep me

For fuck's sake, am I living?

Rave

All eyes are on me

I'm the Rave Night Queen

Empty head, dirty dance

Short skirt, acting bad

(boom boom boom)

The sea of people is rough

(doom doom doom)

Want some of my stuff?

Mass of lustful madness

I know I'm a badass

My cat is too

I terribly miss her

Just tired of blur

Just wanna hear a purr

Anime and blanket

Or degrading and whipping?

For fuck's sake, am I living?

Basement party

The bassline jumps and the floor jumps with it

Somebody's cousin just learned my name

Sweat and cheap beer on the ceiling tiles

They're looking for a smile I didn't bring

"Hey dude you good?", the worst two words

I nod like the nod is a receipt

The horn stab hits and everybody skanks

I'm standing still in the same two feet

For fuck's sake, am I living?

Lounge bar

Another week has passed. I'm relieving stress

An Old Fashioned is painting my emotions in the colors of life

But what is my life? Just a blind game of chess

A road full of turns and at every single turn I'm forced to guess...

Drunken people are walking around and spinning

A mug of beer flies past

Smoke curls above my glass...

For fuck's sake, am I living?

Post show parking lot

House lights murder the last chord

Everybody's face is suddenly a job

I taste the same beer I didn't finish

The merch guy asks if I'm alright and I nod

I say "I'm good" like it's a password

The parking lot is just another room

Engine ticks, I sit in the dark

Hands on the wheel like I'm holding a tomb

For fuck's sake, am I living?

Mosh Pit

Lights off, hands up

First notes, dense chugs

Crazy ex, work troubles, moral dramas

Dissolve in an overwhelming wall of sound

The singer is a beast - growling at its best

That reminds me of a village, rye field and church bells

A place where I was born and raised on the gentle hill

Even a thought about it can heal, almost makes me kneel...

I wake up from a trance and find myself between

Two walls of bodies rushing straight at me

I simply froze, overcome by that stunning feeling

With a silent question in my eyes rises to the ceiling

For fuck's sake, am I living?

Local late night AI news

You’re listening to the overnight bulletin.

Six people died last night in separate incidents, all within the same minute, just after 1:40 a.m.

A woman was found this morning in a studio apartment, folded into the corner of her bed.

The medical examiner is calling it positional asphyxia.

Her phone was face-down on the floor.

One unread notification.

A woman was found dead in a club washroom after a rave.

The preliminary cause is blood loss from severe lacerations.

No suspect has been named.

Police say the injuries appear to have been consensual.

At a basement party in the suburbs, a woman was killed by a falling ceiling tile.

She was the only person standing still.

The tile had been soaked through with beer.

A man in a downtown bar choked on a single ice cube from an Old Fashioned.

Staff say he had been staring at the glass for some time.

And in a venue parking lot, a man was killed when his car rolled into a loading dock and the airbag deployed.

The vehicle was in neutral.

The engine was off.

A half-finished beer was still in the cupholder.

A man died at a metal show when two sides of a wall of death closed on him.

Witnesses said he had stopped moving several seconds before impact.

Police say there is no connection between the six deaths.

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