​Born from the halls of high school and finished 15 years later, "Oprapti" (meaning Things We Didn't Get) is the definitive release from my band Purple Pond. ​Though the band members went their separate ways after school, this track remained a passion project kept alive for over a decade. Recently mixed and remastered into a complete, hard-hitting track, Oprapti pairs high-energy Bangla rock with haunting lyrics about heartbreak and nightmares. ​Stream, share, and subscribe on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube to support my music! Don’t forget to share your thought about it!more

Bass Brutality – On The Bass No gimmicks. No escape. Just pure low-end energy. Heavy pressure, relentless rhythm, and crushing bass built to hit hard through every system. This one locks you into the groove from the first drop and doesn’t let go. Turn it up and stay locked On The Bass Intensity Without Restraint.more

From Under The Surface Level 2 (coming soon) Lyrics: On The Next Manic Episode Time starts to glitch Messiah pariahs Preach to the void kids Ignore all the flyers Stack the deck and fold Confuse the humans To do what they're told I got my drive at Fry’s Your mold blooms in my brain Smokes you out of existence In interesting ways Hold your muse down And force it to submit This isn’t a bit I know I’m full of shit I’m streaming my subconscious mind Just in time for reality reruns But memories lie I know most of these thoughts I have aren’t even mine When you’re young you don’t know You must learn how to lie Cuz the lie’s not convincing If layers aren’t true Just keep stacking turtles Until the shells see you I think I might be A defective detective Seeking hidden meaning In combative questions Everything missing was Already gone when I got here Confident ignorance Keeps you in the clear Correctional facilities Lack misdirection I’ve got an obsession Not learning my lesson The rats start to mingle If you keep them caged Finding God doesn’t pay But there’s treasure in graves On The Next Manic Episode Reality splits That crack in the sky You kept tapping gives in The managers watch it Play out underground Simulation Sickness Is going around I got my drive at Fry’s Your mold blooms in my brain Smokes you out of existence In interesting ways Hold your muse down And force it to submit This isn’t a bit I know I’m full of shit I’m streaming my subconscious mind Just in time for reality reruns But memories lie I know most of these thoughts I have aren’t even mine When you’re young you don’t know You must learn how to lie Cuz the lie’s not convincing If layers aren’t true Just keep stacking turtles Until the shells see you On The Next Manic Episode The voices will win The forgotten 8th sin Follows the weakest twin An infallible mind Leaking terrified thoughts Repositions self-destructive Forgotten plots I got my drive at Fry’s Your mold blooms in my brain Smokes you out of existence In interesting ways Hold your muse down And force it to submit This isn’t a bit I know I’m full of shit more