WADADAY - STOP WAR - STOP DESTRUCTION - STOP EGO
लोकाः समस्ताः सुखिनो भवन्तु
Lokaḥ Samastāḥ Sukhino Bhavantu
May all beings everywhere be happy and free
لِيَكُنْ جَمِيعُ الْخَلْقِ سُعَدَاءَ
Li-yakun jamīʿu al-khalqi suʿadāʾ
May all creation be happy
願天下眾生皆得安樂
Yuàn tiānxià zhòngshēng jiē dé ānlè
May all living beings under heaven obtain peace and joy
OMNES CREATURAE FELICES SINT
May all creatures be happy
The world didn’t just catch fire.
We lit the match, flipped the switch, watched the bombs fall between bites of breakfast, between likes and scrolls. War has become routine, background noise. A buzz behind the festivals, the beers, the playlists.
But while we live like nothing’s happening, Ukraine burns.
Daylight genocide, missiles in the sky, families erased in real time, in HD.
History isn’t in books—it’s on your feed. And we’ve grown used to the blood.
But we are not built for destruction.
We are human beings—born of stars, wired for imagination. We design cities, compose music, build bridges, send probes across galaxies. We are the species that dreams. So why are we standing by while everything we've built is torn apart?
This war—like so many before it—isn’t just about territory or power.
It’s about silence.
It’s about letting emptiness win.
Not a state.
Not a leader.
A void that feeds on apathy, on the belief that someone else will fix it.
But that’s not how change works. Peace doesn’t arrive like a delivery. It’s made, by all of us, or not at all.
Ukraine stands because it must. Because it defends not just its soil, but the idea that humanity can resist collapse. That we don’t have to keep repeating this cycle.
But while we live like nothing’s happening, Ukraine burns.
Daylight genocide, missiles in the sky, families erased in real time, in HD.
History isn’t in books—it’s on your feed. And we’ve grown used to the blood.
But we are not built for destruction.
We are human beings—born of stars, wired for imagination. We design cities, compose music, build bridges, send probes across galaxies. We are the species that dreams. So why are we standing by while everything we've built is torn apart?
This war—like so many before it—isn’t just about territory or power.
It’s about silence.
It’s about letting emptiness win.
Not a state.
Not a leader.
A void that feeds on apathy, on the belief that someone else will fix it.
But that’s not how change works. Peace doesn’t arrive like a delivery. It’s made, by all of us, or not at all.
Ukraine stands because it must. Because it defends not just its soil, but the idea that humanity can resist collapse. That we don’t have to keep repeating this cycle.
Every missile that flies is a decision made by people—and so is every silence. Every non-action.
And that means the end of war is also a decision. Ours.
You don’t have to hold a weapon. But you can send help.
You can vote.
Speak.
Create.
Demand.
Push.
There are a thousand ways to act, and each one matters.
The truth is harsh: this world will either bend to our collective will, or fall apart under our neglect. We keep waiting.
For a better time. For someone else to lead. But there is no better time.
This is the moment.
The day.
The turning point.
Because if we wait too long, there will be no future to fight for. Just survival. Just rubble.
So act now.
Not for guilt.
Not for show. But because we are human.
Because we care.
Because we can.
We do not wait for peace.
We build it.
Together.
And that means the end of war is also a decision. Ours.
You don’t have to hold a weapon. But you can send help.
You can vote.
Speak.
Create.
Demand.
Push.
There are a thousand ways to act, and each one matters.
The truth is harsh: this world will either bend to our collective will, or fall apart under our neglect. We keep waiting.
For a better time. For someone else to lead. But there is no better time.
This is the moment.
The day.
The turning point.
Because if we wait too long, there will be no future to fight for. Just survival. Just rubble.
So act now.
Not for guilt.
Not for show. But because we are human.
Because we care.
Because we can.
We do not wait for peace.
We build it.
Together.
WADADAY - CHAPTER I - STATE ABLAZE
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Chapter 1 - State Ablaze
1. Side B - Before - What a day
2. Side A - After - Wadaday
3. Side C - Crisis - State Ablaze
4. Outside - Silence
5. Inside - Echo - State Ablaze (Acoustic)
This chapter is about how we live. How we show up. Not perform, not pretend—live. We move through these days so fast, chasing clocks, chasing clicks, forgetting to ask ourselves the real questions. Not the surface stuff—gas prices or inbox counts—but soul-deep ones: Am I whole?
Am I awake? What am I building with this one life I’ve been handed?
We were born wide open—curious, electric, alive. But somewhere along the scroll, we traded wonder for noise, traded presence for performance. The system’s slick, no doubt—designed to keep us numb, distracted, locked in loops.
But the truth?
We’ve always had the power to choose otherwise. Reason comes first. That spark. That fire. Before the grind, before the love, before even the breath—you need your why. Without it, you’re just drifting.
But with it?
You become unstoppable.
You shape the day instead of letting it shape you.
You start building something real.
Love.
Joy.
Truth.
Peace.
Not just hashtags—real living, real feeling.
Day by day.
Not someday.
Not when it’s perfect.
Now.
Am I awake? What am I building with this one life I’ve been handed?
We were born wide open—curious, electric, alive. But somewhere along the scroll, we traded wonder for noise, traded presence for performance. The system’s slick, no doubt—designed to keep us numb, distracted, locked in loops.
But the truth?
We’ve always had the power to choose otherwise. Reason comes first. That spark. That fire. Before the grind, before the love, before even the breath—you need your why. Without it, you’re just drifting.
But with it?
You become unstoppable.
You shape the day instead of letting it shape you.
You start building something real.
Love.
Joy.
Truth.
Peace.
Not just hashtags—real living, real feeling.
Day by day.
Not someday.
Not when it’s perfect.
Now.
This world?
It’s a cosmic gift, wild and unfiltered. And we waste it—snapping at strangers, drowning in stress, numbing out with shiny things. But deep down, we all feel it—that tug, that ache, that knowing: This isn’t it. I was made for more.
You’re not a background character in your own life. You’re not a cog. You’re not a follower of broken patterns and dead systems.
You’re a creator.
A spark.
A full-force human being.
So live like it.
Friend someone.
Hug deep.
Dance reckless.
Speak truth.
Build peace.
Show up.
Change the rhythm.
This isn’t just about ending war—it’s about reclaiming our humanity.
You’re the vibe.
The fire.
The builder of better days.
Live it.
Day by day.
Everyday is now.
It’s a cosmic gift, wild and unfiltered. And we waste it—snapping at strangers, drowning in stress, numbing out with shiny things. But deep down, we all feel it—that tug, that ache, that knowing: This isn’t it. I was made for more.
You’re not a background character in your own life. You’re not a cog. You’re not a follower of broken patterns and dead systems.
You’re a creator.
A spark.
A full-force human being.
So live like it.
Friend someone.
Hug deep.
Dance reckless.
Speak truth.
Build peace.
Show up.
Change the rhythm.
This isn’t just about ending war—it’s about reclaiming our humanity.
You’re the vibe.
The fire.
The builder of better days.
Live it.
Day by day.
Everyday is now.
WADADAY - CHAPTER II - REASON IS KEY
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WADADAY - STOP WAR - STOP DESTRUCTION - STOP EGO
Chapter 2 - Reason is key
Tracklist
1. Reason is key
2. Everyday is now
3. Day by day
4. You can
5. Silence
Earth ain’t just some rock in the sky.
It ain’t a place, or a word, or a chunk of stone you step over.
Earth is alive.
Not like you, not like me—but realer than both. It breathes with the wind.
Bleeds through rivers and streams.
Feels through every creature, every tree, every damn blade of grass.
It’s the god. The goddess. The source. The whole vibe. And we?
We’re not guests here.
We’re not rulers.
We’re the children. Animals, plants, people—all of us.
Born of this soil, this skin, this soul.
We don’t just live on Earth.
We are Earth. And that means—
We already know.
Deep down.
We’ve always known.
No books, no gurus, no masters needed.
Because the Earth remembers, and we carry that memory in our bones. She’s seen it all—
Uprisings, downfalls, kings and tech gods, dust and echoes.
Civilizations climb, collapse, and vanish.
But she stays.
Watching.
Waiting. And now it’s our turn.
One more shot.
To not be the next forgotten name in the dirt.
To not disappear like the rest. We’ve got a choice:
Live as one.
Or fall apart pretending we’re separate. Earth already gave us the answer.
It’s in the roots, the rhythm, the sky above and fire below.
So stop drifting. Feel it.
Claim it.
Be what you are. Real.
Raw.
Part of the all. Let’s get it right.
Together.
It ain’t a place, or a word, or a chunk of stone you step over.
Earth is alive.
Not like you, not like me—but realer than both. It breathes with the wind.
Bleeds through rivers and streams.
Feels through every creature, every tree, every damn blade of grass.
It’s the god. The goddess. The source. The whole vibe. And we?
We’re not guests here.
We’re not rulers.
We’re the children. Animals, plants, people—all of us.
Born of this soil, this skin, this soul.
We don’t just live on Earth.
We are Earth. And that means—
We already know.
Deep down.
We’ve always known.
No books, no gurus, no masters needed.
Because the Earth remembers, and we carry that memory in our bones. She’s seen it all—
Uprisings, downfalls, kings and tech gods, dust and echoes.
Civilizations climb, collapse, and vanish.
But she stays.
Watching.
Waiting. And now it’s our turn.
One more shot.
To not be the next forgotten name in the dirt.
To not disappear like the rest. We’ve got a choice:
Live as one.
Or fall apart pretending we’re separate. Earth already gave us the answer.
It’s in the roots, the rhythm, the sky above and fire below.
So stop drifting. Feel it.
Claim it.
Be what you are. Real.
Raw.
Part of the all. Let’s get it right.
Together.
WADADAY - CHAPTER III - EARTH SPIRIT
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Chapter 3 - Earth Spirit
Tracklist
1. Last Rain
2. Earth Spirit
3. Never ending Love
WADADAY
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WADADAY
STOP WAR - STOP DESTRUCTION - STOP EGO
Yo!
This ain’t just dirt we stand on—this is LIFE on a loop, ancient and loud.
The Earth’s alive, and guess what? You’re part of it.
Not above it. Not beside it. OF it. But we treat it like a backdrop—scroll, sip, snooze—while the sky’s on fire and silence kills louder than bombs.
We dance through disaster, vibe through violence, waitin’ for peace like it’s got free shipping. Nah.
Wake up. You got breath? Then you got power.
You got feet? Then move.
You got voice? Then use it. This ain’t about borders or flags. It’s about the beat inside your chest.
The one that says:
Build. Don’t break.
Feel. Don’t fake.
LIVE. Don’t wait. Earth ain’t some cold rock—it’s got memory, motion, soul.
It’s seen this show before: rise, fall, repeat.
But we? We've still got a shot to live our lives.
CREATE.
Don’t just post.
SPEAK.
Don’t just scroll.
STAND. Every day’s the moment.
Every breath’s the chance. We’re not here to destroy.
We’re the makers.
The movers.
The wild hearts with fire in our bones. So feel it.
Live it.
BE IT. Day by day.
Beat by beat.
Let’s go.
This ain’t just dirt we stand on—this is LIFE on a loop, ancient and loud.
The Earth’s alive, and guess what? You’re part of it.
Not above it. Not beside it. OF it. But we treat it like a backdrop—scroll, sip, snooze—while the sky’s on fire and silence kills louder than bombs.
We dance through disaster, vibe through violence, waitin’ for peace like it’s got free shipping. Nah.
Wake up. You got breath? Then you got power.
You got feet? Then move.
You got voice? Then use it. This ain’t about borders or flags. It’s about the beat inside your chest.
The one that says:
Build. Don’t break.
Feel. Don’t fake.
LIVE. Don’t wait. Earth ain’t some cold rock—it’s got memory, motion, soul.
It’s seen this show before: rise, fall, repeat.
But we? We've still got a shot to live our lives.
CREATE.
Don’t just post.
SPEAK.
Don’t just scroll.
STAND. Every day’s the moment.
Every breath’s the chance. We’re not here to destroy.
We’re the makers.
The movers.
The wild hearts with fire in our bones. So feel it.
Live it.
BE IT. Day by day.
Beat by beat.
Let’s go.
WADADAY
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Album Tracklist
Chapter 1 - State Ablaze
1. Side B - Before - What a day
2. Side A - After - Wadaday
3. Side C - Crisis - State Ablaze
Chapter 2 - Reason is key
1. Reason is key
2. Everyday is now
3. Day by day
4. You can
2. Everyday is now
3. Day by day
4. You can
Chapter 3 - Earth Spirit
1. Last Rain
2. Earth Spirit
3. Neverending Love
2. Earth Spirit
3. Neverending Love
Thanks to my world, my way, my family, and the sun that leads me.
Thanks to the music and lyrics that breathe me, the ideas and thoughts that never sleep me.
Thanks to the beliefs and heart that make me alive, see the real, and live the only way it should be.
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