original versions

Donuts and Poor Choices

FUCK!!

Daily Drops

Tracks from For All Those Sleeping New Album 'Incomplete Me'

For All Those Sleeping - Crosses

Underneath

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

I'm In Heaven

we are slaves to the darkness, surrender to the sin

Fallen Angels

take a trip into the portal that opened where the cosmos bends

Portal to the Abyss

Making Love to Morgan Wallen

No Way Out

My Sweet Possession

The album "ALL THAT IS WRONG" is available on all streaming platforms!





I was down in the dirt
Just picking at my scab
'Til it made me hurt
'Til it made me mad
I made myself a hole
And picking at that scab
'Til I could feel my soul
'Til I no longer felt bad
But through the blood
Through the sweat and tears
I kept thinking about you
Even after all of these years
Intrusive thoughts
They came as they went
I tried to avoid them
I tried to not feel spent
Torn asunder 
I tried to climb out
But your voice like thunder 
Made me fall back down
But through the blood
Through the sweat and tears
I kept thinking about you
Even after all of these years

The scab on my heart
I picked it away
But I should've known better
It'd be back another day

Scab

Change Your Mind

Apocalyptic metal. I split the vocal duties with my studio partner on this one.

From The Abyss They Rise

Rafael Maurell Dehumanized

Any Kind of Love is a quiet, powerful tribute to imperfect connection — a collection of songs that embrace the beauty in brokenness, the strength in vulnerability, and the hope that flickers even in the darkest places.

Blending emotional lyricism with raw, intimate melodies, the album speaks to the unspoken—grief, longing, healing, and the courage it takes to be seen. These are anthems for the wounded heart, for those who still believe that love, in any form, is proof we’re alive.

Even cracked. Even scarred. Still love.

Alive

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Look in the mirror
Like what you see?
Look in the mirror
Are you really free?

A war for tonight
Two flights to hell
That gutted the city
How the mighty fell

In this sleepless world
Where life runs cold
Where money rules us
Souls bought and sold

Just look in the mirror
Like what you see?
All the pleasures on offer
Are you really free?

You think it's forever
But the day will come
Everything you built
Gone in a blink of sound
Gone in a blink of sound
The souls you traded
The love you sold
Gone in a blink of sound

Beauty buys gifts
It might buy you love
But it can't buy hope
Like the birth of a dove

The apple cursed you
Flame of desire
Heaven watches you burn
In eternal fire

Just look in the mirror
Like what you see?
All the pleasures on offer
Are you really free?

You think it's forever
But the day will come
Everything you built
Gone in a blink of sound
Gone in a blink of sound
The souls you traded
The love you sold
Gone in a blink of sound

They built temples of flesh
Where innocents bleed
We fed our children poison
Called it everything they need
We sold tomorrow for today
Now watch the innocent bleed
Look in the mirror
At the blood on your hands

You thought it was forever
But the day has come
Everything you built
Gone in a blink of sound
Gone in a blink of sound
Gone in a blink of sound

The souls you traded
The love you sold
Your children will curse you
For the choice you made

Look in the mirror
Like what you see?
There's no forgiveness
For what we've become
Gone in a blink of sound
Gone in a blink of sound
Look in the mirror
Like what you see?

Blink of Sound

Nothing You Didn't Deserve (EP)

Heartist - Disconnected

I've been producing music for a while but never put it online before. I'll be adding tracks every few days, starting with the older material first... it's a schitzo mixture of apocalyptic metal, cosmic horror and introspective real life stuff across a variety of music genres and styles

From The Abyss They Rise

AiMee Pickman