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[Verse]
Validation station calling my name
Empty lines whisper
They’re all the same
Recognition hiding
Playing coy
A shadow’s game
A broken toy

[Prechorus]
But the course keeps winding tight
A loop
A spiral
Out of sight

[Chorus]
Validation oh it’s a tricky game
Chasing echoes
Chasing fame
Is it real or is it mine
Recognition the course that's fine

[Verse 2]
Mirrors laughing
Bending the truth
Staring back with the eyes of youth
The train rolls on
No ticket to show
Do I stay or let it go

[Bridge]
A fine line
A blurred design
Chasing dreams that intertwine
Validation whispers
It’s all a test
Can you face it
Can you rest

[Chorus]
Validation oh it’s a tricky game
Chasing echoes
Chasing fame
Is it real or is it mine
Recognition the course that's fine

Validation Station

Fuck My Life

My Ex

a schizophrenic clash of distorted guitars, electronica and raw introspective lyrics that is sometimes intimate and ethereal but other times bold and anthemic where hope is locked in an eternal struggle with the darkness surrounding us. Real life meets cosmic horror 

The Rise of the Fallen

Krispy Kreme Dream

Wrap Me In Twilight

Veil of Emptiness

Temporal Shift

Marked In Red

[Verse]
She walks in bold like she owns the night
Eyes like fire but her heart’s airtight
Taking names with a smirk so sly
A storm in heels beneath the sky

[Verse 2]
Oblivious to ripples her chaos spins
Her game of havoc she always wins
She talks in riddles that spark like flame
Untouchable girl without a name

[Chorus]
Queen of chaos reigning wild
Breaking rules since she was a child
She doesn’t care what’s left behind
She’s the hurricane messing with your mind

[Verse 3]
Fingers trace through the smoke she makes
Her laughter roars in her storm of fakes
The room’s alive and it’s hers to claim
She’s here to rule she won’t explain

[Bridge]
Lines she crosses are invisible threads
Written in stories that are never read
She struts like thunder with a heart unchecked
Ignorant to damage she’ll surely collect

[Chorus]
Queen of chaos reigning wild
Breaking rules since she was a child
She doesn’t care what’s left behind
She’s the hurricane messing with your mind

Queen of Chaos

A song about crossing from betrayal into strength, turning echoes of the past into fuel for the future.

Divide

Crimson Reverie

Stryva is a high-octane anthem fusing heavy guitars, vinyl scratches, and a powerful male-female duet. Bursting with rebellious energy and motivational fire, it’s built to ignite adrenaline and light up epic AMV moments.

AshWard - Stryva

[Intro - 0:00 to 0:18] Glass bulb explodes on steel-sharp, brittle shards clink like bones. Slow heartbeat thump (80 BPM). Bus door hisses open. Whisper, layered: Du bist mein... du bist mein... (you are mine) in German, looping, pitched low like a drunk memory. [Verse 1 - 0:18 to 1:10] Bus ride. Two thousand miles. I sat there, gut empty, head full of her voice. Three days in Oregon-she poured vodka, smiled like a gift. Then the hand. The first slap. Sound like wet meat on tile. I didn't move. Couldn't. Not yet. Sold me that night. Room smelled like bleach and sweat. Inside her? Dead. Numb. High. Heroin in my vein, her nails in my neck-same burn, same blank. Wanted to die but body said no. Someone else kept breathing for me. [Pre-Chorus - 1:10 to 1:25] She called me doll. Held me like broken china-arms locked, smile cracked. I said yes because no was a gun. I said love you because hate was blood on the floor. [Chorus - 1:25 to 1:55] Puppet, puppet-strings in your teeth, Move for me, bleed for me, breathe for me, High enough to forget my name, Low enough to feel every chain. Puppet, puppet-cut me loose, But the cut's the proof: I was used. (Hook starts here-addictive loop) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (stutter-glitch echo) [Verse 2 - 1:55 to 2:40] She hit because she could. I stayed because I learned: Safe looks like pain. Love looks like fists. Every thrust-needle in my spine, Every bruise-map of where I broke. She sold me like stock. They paid. I didn't. I counted cracks in the ceiling like stars. Said one more to the spoon, to her mouth, to the mirror- Anything to not feel the doll's empty eyes staring back. [Bridge - 2:40 to 3:10] (60 BPM stutter) Child whisper: Du bist mein... (you are mine...) Glass shatters again-loud, close. Her voice: You're nothing without me. My voice? Silent. Five says: run. Odium says: kill. Alice says: please. I said: pass the needle. [Final Chorus - 3:10 to 3:40] Puppet, puppet-no more strings, Snip 'em clean, watch me swing. High enough to float, low enough to fall- But I won't beg. Won't crawl. Puppet, puppet-cut me free, The doll's awake-he sees me. (Hook repeats-addictive, louder, glitch heavier) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (echo fades, but last word lingers: free) [Outro - 3:40 to 4:00] Silence. Then-one final glass shatter, distant. Heartbeat stops. Breath. You're not a doll. You're done.

Puppet 013

🎧 “Enchained” – ALLPMA
The Theme: Self-Fettering and Emotional Liberation
“Enchained” is an intense, emotional piece that addresses the themes of fettering and inner anxiety. The song charts the protagonist's journey from an initial deep, almost toxic connection to a desperate cry for liberation from a suffocating relationship or situation. The narrator describes being caught in the chains of the other person, pleading for the "key" to freedom.

The Turning Point: The Self-Warden
The central turning point arrives in the third stanza: Here, under aggressive vocals, the narrator realizes that the shackles are not external. The true prison is their own fear, and they are their "own warden."

Musical Dynamics
The dynamic switch between Clean Vocals (for the initial plea and the desperate cry for a key) and Unclean Vocals (for pain, aggression, and the dark realization) powerfully illustrates this internal struggle. The ending brings a dark resignation: The protagonist concludes that there is no key, and they cannot overcome their own, inner chains.

Credits & Copyright
Self-Written by: ALLPMA

Sound: AI

Cover Art: created with the assistance of Gemini

© 2025 ALLPMA – “Enchained.” All Rights Reserved.

enchained (Remix of "Gefesselt")

[Verse]
Power
Authority
Violence
Suffering
Indifference to brutality
The universe is vast and cruel

[Pre-Chorus]
What do you have to offer me?
What do you have to offer me?

[Chorus]
It is an evil time
Where do we go from here?
Are we meant to survive?
Are we meant to survive?

[Verse 2]
Our fates will be revealed
Unveiled by fate's wheel
The hour of death is near
The universe is vast and cruel

[Pre-Chorus]
What do you have to offer me?
What do you have to offer me?

[Chorus]
It is an evil time
Where do we go from here?
Are we meant to survive?
Are we meant to survive?

Cover of Sunday Morning

It is an evil time

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...

Crimson Reverie

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