[Verse 1]
For ages I stayed frozen,
Locked inside this sleepless stone.
A fading spark, drifting alone —
I swore I’d never drown your flame.
But now I feel you call my name,
This endless gray begins to fall,
Your quiet fire melts it all.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I feel your ember under my skin,
A hidden fire pulling me in.

[Chorus]
Just like a spark,
You turn my shadows to ashes,
You warm the cold in my veins.
So hold me once more,
I feel my darkness unravel,
Won’t you set me alight in your flame?

[Verse 2]
It’s that fever I can’t outrun,
High like the stars, wild like the sun.
A reckless pull that spins me thin,
It hums so soft, it draws me in.
I’m caught inside this restless ember,
Bound in your spell — I surrender.
Your fire hides deep in my core.
I see it burn in every sign,
We reap the light we choose to find.
I taste your glow across the night.
I know this truth, it carves me clean,
A beast’s wild heart in a dreamer’s scene —
So darling, will you set me free?

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I feel this ember waking inside,
Your heat a promise I can’t hide.

[Chorus]
Just like a spark,
You turn my shadows to ashes,
You warm the cold in my veins.
So hold me once more,
I feel my darkness unravel,
Won’t you set me alight in your flame?

[Bridge]
No one can swear what’s written ahead,
Maybe we’re dust in a fleeting dance.
But when I reach for tomorrow’s thread,
I hear your whisper, feel my chance.

[Extended Chorus]
Just like a spark,
You turn my shadows to ashes,
You warm the cold in my veins.
So hold me once more,
I feel my darkness unravel,
Won’t you set me alight in your flame?
Burn me bright beneath this moon,
Carve my name where night is strewn.

[Outro]
So blaze over me — oh, oh-oh,
Blaze over me — oh-oh-oh,
Blaze over me — oh, oh-oh,
Blaze over me — let it roar.
Blaze over me — oh, oh-oh,
Blaze over me — take me whole,
Blaze over me — let it soar,
Blaze over me — forevermore.

Ember of You

I Fight My Own Battles

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The core message of "Break Before I'm Broken" is a poignant reflection on the self-inflicted suffering caused by anticipatory anxiety and fear of an uncertain future. The song explores the human tendency to torment oneself with imagined scenarios and potential pain that may never materialize, highlighting how worry can become a "poison" that consumes the present. It conveys the struggle of being trapped in a cycle of dread, fighting battles in the mind before they occur, and living "nightmares" that are not yet real. The rap verse intensifies this by depicting the emotional weight of carrying these fears, while the bridge, with its female vocalist, offers a moment of clarity, urging the listener to embrace the present and let go of the need to control or fear the future. Ultimately, the song encourages breaking free from the prison of preemptive suffering, advocating for living fully in the moment and finding peace by releasing the burdens of what has not yet come.

Before It’s Real

In the dust of twilight's glow,  
Ride the shadows, hearts laid low,  
Whispers of the ones we know,  
The good, the bad, and the dead, we sow.  

Outlaws lurking, guns drawn tight,  
Promises broken under moonlight,  
Lives once bright now lost from sight,  
The good, the bad, and the dead ignite.  

Chasing dreams through valleys wide,  
Bitter winds and a heart that cried,  
Ghosts of choices that we bide,  
The good, the bad, and the dead collide.  


Stars are fading, darkness creeps,  
Echoes haunt where silence weeps,  
In the night where danger leaps,  
The good, the bad, and the dead runs deep.  


Oh, the good, the bad, and the dead,  
Stories woven in the threads,  
We’re all just wanderers, misled,  
In the silence where the lost are fed.  

Through the canyons, old tales spun,  
Memories linger, battles won,  
But every victory's a loaded gun,  
The good, the bad, and the dead, we shun.  


The Good, The Bad And The Dead

We do this because we have to. We do this because we are compelled. Watchmen is awesome. Alan Moore is a genius. Rorschach is my hero.

Compelled alternate version

[Verse 1 | Dark Effect]
Opening the door to our neverending death, 
Spiraling for extractions we have met.
Were hollowed from the inside out,
Cause is unknown to spout about.

Our unison is a fleeting dream of release,
The crimson rage is decreasing our span.
Fractures are breaking our soul,
You had one simple role.

[Guitar Solo | Unending Bends]

[Pre Chorus | Door Risings]
Another world is broken in our basic remedy,
In summery we are the dreams frenemy.
A recession is for the call of arms,
Corrosive ends never mend stars.

Ingrating our thoughts under openings,
They will rain on our paradox formings.
A single atom is breaking our way,
Under the crys over frenzys bay.

[Chorus | Death & Repeating]
A king sits on his throne waiting for souls, 
A demon that calls over the edge roles.
The door to fractures is under wake,
A fake vex is breaking the array.

Name a single soul that is pure here, 
None come through unharmed fear.
Crawl to the call of another run,
The Door Of Death fears none.

[Guitar Solo | Rupturing Bends]

[Verse 2 | Intense Souls] 
Numbers of souls come to be devoured, 
Unsaved souls that will rot here forever.
Broken hearts never to be mended,
It's sad to say this fate is spreading.

The good is crashing down for us here, 
Cracks that will concave over rust.
Neverending salvation is in view,
Few ever make it to peaces rue.

[Pre Chorus | Repeat For Cohension]
Another world is broken in our basic remedy,
In summery we are the dreams frenemy.
A recession is for the call of arms,
Corrosive ends never mend stars.

Ingrating our thoughts under openings,
They will rain on our paradox formings.
A single atom is breaking our way,
Under the crys over frenzys bay.

[Chorus | Throne FX Effect] 
A king sits on his throne waiting for souls, 
A demon that calls over the edge roles.
The door to fractures is under wake,
A fake vex is breaking the array.

Name a single soul that is pure here, 
None come through unharmed fear.
Crawl to the call of another run,
The Door Of Death fears none.

[End | Fade Out]
Hollowed memories always seep out, 
No home is brought to the drought.
Always remember this young one, 
The Door Of Death never forgets...

Door Of Death

They shake your hand, they wink and smile
Sellin’ lust and lies in every aisle
Politicians in their fancy suits
But we’re the sheep that follow their boots

Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!

Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Backroom deals and cocktail thrills
Hot blondes, red wine, political kills
We all nod, we all obey
Chasing pleasure, while they make the play


Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Raise your glass, bite your lip
Power’s a game, we all trip
In bed, in streets, on the floor
The world’s a stage, we beg for more


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Follow… the loot… (bang your head…)
Sheep… in suits… (never stop…)
Love… and power… (scream it loud…)

Sheep In Suits

Sheep in Suits

Close

Anthem Of The Dammed

Tear me open

Ave to the brave

AiMee Pickman isn't my real name, it's a pseudonym. I've been producing music for a few years but never put any of it online before. I'll be adding tracks every few days, starting with the older material first... it's a schizo mixture of apocalyptic, cosmic horror and introspective real life themed material across a variety of music genres and styles and also instrumental pieces. We produce versions of the songs in a variety of styles to keep things interesting for ourselves (myself and my production guys) and to allow us to explore the different contexts and perceptions a few subtle changes can often create...