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[Verse 1]
Day by day, the same decay,
Another dawn that fades to gray.
How much more must I repay?
The silence answers nothing.

[Pre-Chorus]
I seek for death, I seek for rest,
Please, oh please, just end this jest.
I’ve prayed till the echoes died,
Still no heaven on my side.

[Chorus]
Tell me, God, are You even awake?
Do You watch while Your children break?
Built from dust, left to bleed,
Born in chains we couldn't heed.
If this is love, then call it damnation,
A cruel and hollow creation.

[Verse 2]
You judged us all for the sins of two,
You knew the fall before it grew.
You wrote our fate, then turned away,
And called our sorrow faith to stay.

[Pre-Chorus]
I seek for truth, I seek for proof,
The stars look down, cold and aloof.
If virtue burns and sin is gain,
Then grace is just another chain.

[Chorus]
Tell me, God, are You proud of Your name?
Your world’s on fire in holy flame.
I’ve cried for light, but found disdain,
Your mercy feels like pain.
If this is life, then take salvation —
We’re born to burn in damnation.

[Bridge]
Strings are screaming, sirens cry,
Heaven closed its corrupt sky.
If this is mercy, then mercy dies —
We are the truth You’ve crucified.

[Outro]
Tell me, God, was this Your plan?
To make a curse and call it man?
I’ll stand defiant, unafraid —
In Your image, I was made.
If this is faith, I’ll be the desecration —
Alive inside damnation.


Eternal Damnation [Demo]

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[Intro]
Heat on chrome, the air vibrates.
Engines hum like a warning, late.
Crowds blur, faces fade,
Every glance a deal half-made.

Whispers slide through static lines,
Bass tremors under neon signs.
No one speaks, they just arrive —
Charged and silent, half alive.

[Verse 1]
Lights drip down the underpass,
Hoverboards flash — too fast to last.
Credit chips flick between hands,
Every bet drawn in digital sand.

A pulse begins, deep, low, alive,
A countdown hum the night can’t hide.
Eyes meet steel, the signal’s thrown,
This city’s heart is not its own.

[Bridge 1]
Electric mist and thunder’s spin,
The air tastes sharp as sin.
Dreams burn clean through metal skies,
Every soul here gambles twice.

[Verse 2]
Engines scream, the ground dissolves,
Speed bends every law it solves.
No room for fear, no time for doubt,
The drive decides what you’re about.

Reflections blur in windows wide,
Every rival’s shadow amplified.
Under the glitch, beneath the hum,
A spark ignites — the risk becomes one.

[Bridge 2]
No crowd now, just the storm’s applause,
No silence sharper than the cause.
Each turn writes code in light,
Each fall a ghost, each rise a fight.

[Verse 3]
Cards are played in circuits bright,
Luck rewired by machine insight.
A breath, a break, a flash of will —
The sound of thunder standing still.

You chase what no one else defines,
The space between the fault and line.
When the dust lifts, when the fire fades,
You’re left with proof — the price you’ve paid.

[Outro]
The city exhales, the heat subsides,
Engines cool, and time divides.
Crowds retreat into morning haze,
Leaving ghosts in electric maze.

One racer waits, then drifts away,
No victory calls, no need to stay.
But somewhere deep, beneath the drive,
The legend hums — still alive.


High Stakes Drive [Demo]

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V1
I didn't pour my soul into a frame, I trapped it there,
Every brushstroke a confession, heavy with despair.
Now the canvas hangs, a monument to what went cold,
A brittle masterpiece of truths I never told.
I see the life I painted, vibrant, bold, and planned,
Now it’s just the monochrome study of a failing hand.
It was meant to be eternal, a future I could keep,
Now it's just the shallow grave where my ambition sleeps.
P-C
The air is cold in this cathedral of my mind,
I light a match for every memory I leave behind.
I could walk out now, I know the exit door,
Since the truth outside means I can't hurt anymore.
C
I would trade the future, I would trade the light of day,
Just to scrape this image clean and walk away.
To taste a simple peace, unburdened and untouched,
Without the hollow echo of a love I wanted too much.
The canvas remembers, it whispers, "Stay here, look,"
A portrait of my torment, taken from your book.
V2
The brush trembles in my hand, yet I will not erase,
I trace the cold detail of every empty space.
The pigment settles thick, revealing what lies below,
The shadow of a heart that actively refuses to grow.
I trace the decay, the rot that clings and will not quit,
Each stroke reminds me that I'm willingly part of it.
I cross the boundaries, climb the storms, and still I pray,
For the sliver of your presence that won’t turn away.
P-C
The air is cold in this cathedral of my mind,
I light a match for every memory I leave behind.
I could walk out now, I know the exit door,
Since the truth outside means I can't hurt anymore.
C
I would trade the future, I would trade the light of day,
Just to scrape this image clean and walk away.
To taste a simple peace, unburdened and untouched,
Without the hollow echo of a love I wanted too much.
The canvas remembers, it whispers, "Stay here, look,"
A portrait of my torment, taken from your book.
V3
My pigments dry to dust, the turpentine has gone,
I’ve used up every shade of blue between dusk and dawn.
The easel groans beneath the weight of years I’ve spent,
Chasing the curve of light that you never sent.
When the final line is drawn, the paper thin and weak,
It won’t be the art that breaks, it’s the peace that I seek.
This addiction's not to you, it's to the ghost I hold,
A beautiful, tragic story that will not be sold.
Breakdown
If I could strip away the memory, the shame that anchors me,
I'd paint an endless blue horizon, truly free.
I risk the healing, the letting go, the calm that might arise,
Because the ache is the color I see in my own eyes.
I linger in the shadows of this gallery of gray,
Fingers stained with sorrow, where the pigment starts to fray.
The colors crumble, the varnish cracks like skin,
I'm left with the beautiful ruin I willingly let sink in.

The silence here is louder than any final word,
The gentle, slow erosion of a promise left unheard.
I’ve become the canvas now, brittle and overwrought,
Held fast by the tension of the love I never caught.
I hear the fibers breathing, the slow pull of the frame,
Just holding up the portrait painted in your name.
I let the charcoal fall, I let the darkness win,
The masterpiece of ruin is where my life begins.
C
I would trade the future, I would trade the light of day,
Just to scrape this image clean and walk away.
To taste a simple peace, unburdened and untouched,
Without the hollow echo of a love I wanted too much.
The canvas remembers, it whispers, "Stay here, look,"
A portrait of my torment, taken from your book.
O
The canvas is toxic, it whispers, "Stay here, look,"
My heart is the frame that holds nothing but your book.
Still I stand, brush in hand, staring at the lie,
Hoping one day the painter will let the portrait die.
...The canvas whispers... "Stay here, look."
(Fade out on repeating line and instrumental)
...Hoping one day the painter will let the portrait die.
...The canvas whispers... "Stay here, look."

Charcoal Dust [Demo]

[Verse 1]
The mind is deep in fiction's keep,
A pleasant state of half-asleep.
Alarm screams out, a heavy sound,
Body recoils on weary ground.
The harsh light hits, the tie is fixed,
A daily potion, quickly mixed.
Exit door, the sidewalk wait,
Gridlock forms at seven eight.
The slow crawl starts, a metal lane,
An endless queue in sun and rain.
Look ahead, see yesterday's trace,
A neutral mind, a practiced face.

[Chorus]
Lids fly open, greet the stage.
Flip the script on the same old page.
One more day, the curtain lifts,
A borrowed life of daily gifts.
Punch the key, the common track,
Dim the lights, there's no way back.

[Verse 2 ]
The mask is on, a painted smile,
Attempt to change the channel awhile.
The same complaint rings down the hall,
Expect the stumble, wait the fall.
Hear the joke that has been told,
A story getting very old.
The same bad actor plays their part,
Predictable right from the start.
The conversation starts to fade,
A brief escape already paid.
Look away, the moment sinks,
The weary soul just slowly blinks.

[Chorus]
Lids fly open, greet the stage.
Flip the script on the same old page.
One more day, the curtain lifts,
A borrowed life of daily gifts.
Punch the key, the common track,
Dim the lights, there's no way back.

[instrumental solo]

[Bridge]
Stop the breath, hold the space,
Look the system in the face.
Is there more beyond the wall?
Is this it, the final call?
The moment fades, the doubt is gone,
Back to the stage, until the dawn.

[Outro]
Lids fly open, greet the stage.
Flip the script on the same old page.
One more day, the curtain lifts,
A borrowed life of daily gifts.
Punch the key, the common track,
Dim the lights, there's no way back.

Monotony

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A.D.A.M. (A Dynamic Audio Movement)