⚡ “Schrödinger’s God” — A djent-fueled paradox.
Where logic fractures, faith bends, and consciousness collapses into distortion.
A chaotic reflection on identity, divinity, and the noise between sanity and surrender.

This track fuses angular riffs, mechanical precision, and existential lyrics — exploring the collision of physics, philosophy, and madness. The vocals shift from confession to catharsis, echoing through polyrhythmic disarray and layered dissonance.

🎧 For fans of: Meshuggah • Vildhjarta • Car Bomb • Frontierer
🎛️ Genre: Math Metal / Djent / Experimental Progressive

“All of us have multiple realities — both of them, all of them, none of them.”

#Djent #MathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Experimental #HeavyMusic #ConceptMetal #SchrodingersGod #ModernMetal #PhilosophyInSound #Polyrhythm #re-release

Shrödinger’s GOD

Poison My Heart

They manipulate
They manipulate
They manipulate
Your mind
Your heart
Your soul
You are their slave

They run you hard
They cause the chaos
In your soul

As they
Slave to control
Their soul machine
Their false light
It makes you bleed

Therefore
You must seek
You must seek
The purity within me
The purity within me

Stay with me
Stay with me
Don't let them control
Don't let them fool

Your mind
Your body
Your heart
Your soul

So watch out
See what they do
The tricks
They use 
Are for you

As they
Slave to control
Their soul machine
Their false light
It's makes you bleed

Therefore
You must seek
You must seek
The purity within me
The purity within me

I will give you peace
Give you life
Give you riches
Of gold
Give you riches
Of gold

They want to take
They want drain
They need your soul
So they can fake

How others should be
How others should see
I'll help you
Soon believe

For they will destroy
The Gold of your soul
For they will destroy
And bleed you cold

Lookout
Lookout!
Believe
Believe me!

The Purity Within Me

The evil lies in her words
She has a toxic tongue
The evil lies in her words
She has a toxic tongue

She keeps her mouth
Flapping
She keeps her mouth
Yapping

Mean woman disease
Yapping devil to please
Her mouth full of lies
A queen of deceit

Venom Lips, She Cheats

A narcissistic
Mean
Woman!

A narcissistic
Mean
Woman!

A narcissistic
Mean
Woman!

Mean woman disease
Yapping devil to please
Her mouth full of lies
A queen of deceit

Venom Lips, She Cheats

Venom Lips, She Cheats!

Don´t turn around

Fall (prod. rick hardy)

Fear’s Edge

Internal Thoughts is a comeback from the grave — a resurrection project pulling every influence you’ve been sharpening in silence. This mix album blends your entire spectrum: darkwave confessionals, neon-lit synth builds, emotional ballads, experimental rap fusions, gritty electronic drops, cinematic tension, post-hardcore energy, and intimate late-night slow-burners.

Every track feels like a thought you buried and then dragged back into the light — twisted, refined, and louder than before. It’s a collection built on contrast: soft vs. violent, sensual vs. broken, nostalgic vs. futuristic.

The progressive version of Open Sky is ultimately about the dissolution of fear and the discovery that creativity survives every technological shift. The narrator begins in a defensive stance, guarding the boundaries of what music is supposed to be, but over the course of the song they realise that the “machine” was never a threat—it was simply another pathway to expression. The lyrics reflect the tension between old and new worlds, between tradition and experimentation, where the self evolves by embracing multiple forms of artistry. The chorus becomes a statement that the real question was never whether a sound was “real,” but whether it could transform or move us. By the end, the musician accepts the hybrid identity: not replacing human creativity, but expanding it. The song becomes an anthem for the idea that ten years from now, music will not be measured by its tools or origins, but by the emotional truth it carries.

OPEN SKY

Only for the Summer

“The Wrong Enemy” is a song about the painful realization that the battles we fight on the outside often come from wounds on the inside.
It explores how easily we misinterpret tones, gestures, or words — not because others meant harm, but because something unresolved within us reacts first.

The narrator reflects on years of blaming the world around him: other people, their voices, their intentions.
But every time the noise faded, the same familiar ache returned — proof that the real source was internal.

The song reveals a powerful shift:
the enemy wasn’t the other person.
It was the leftover echo of old beliefs, early defenses, and emotional patterns built long before adulthood.
Patterns designed to protect —
but now standing in the way.

The chorus opens wide with emotional clarity, admitting that the true conflict isn’t between him and the outside world, but between him and his own inherited reflexes.

The bridge speaks quietly but sharply:
he has slammed doors where no walls existed, fought battles that never belonged to him, reacted to ghosts from the past rather than to the present moment.

By the final chorus, the insight becomes resolve:
the pattern can be broken,
the fight can be faced consciously,
and the blame no longer needs to be placed outward.

“The Wrong Enemy” is a moment of honesty —
a song about turning inward, owning the truth, and releasing the weight of misdirected battles.

The Wrong Enemy

Apocalyptic Doom Progressive Metal and Blues

Fear’s Edge

AGXOM

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