The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Thirdmoon Timeless Dissent
Tearstained this spiritual relief Mental scars of your precious icon Obscene medieval monuments, the buried seas Dark bleeding spectrum, so attractive My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear A crimson kaleidoscope, shapeless and shaded to memories of frozen stars Whispers, like fragments of silence The serenade for your scars Subterreanean portals, the burial tearful tales Weeps the travelling mirrors of thinity angels Impaled tears, the fading memories Stoned flowers across innocence of sapphire lakes Sombre so cold the loom of midnight cries My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear Frozen by the breath of the gloomy dark I spread my heart like a rose in the pale autumn lurks My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear
