Pieces of you

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

DEAD OR ALIVE

Ghosts Of Venice

Boots On, Heart Open is an unapologetic fusion of grit and vulnerability. Country soul collides with metal fury and trap fire, turning working-class scars into anthems and quiet heartbreak into battle cries. Every track is built for the ones who keep moving when life knocks them flat — steel-toed, blood-stained, unbroken.

This isn’t background music. This is sweat, dirt, and catharsis with the volume pinned in the red. For the dreamers who grind, the workers who bleed, and the stubborn souls who refuse to die quietly.

Turn it up. Kick the dust off. Leave the heart wide open.

Boots On, Heart Open

Grit & Grief

War Drum Halo

Poppy, Amy Lee & Courtney LaPlante - END OF YOU (Envy AI Reimagined)

Anthem Of The Dammed

Lyrics:

Verse
Another blind soul asking for direction
This dead end street
It's paved with good intentions
It's not too late to change your course of action
Better do it soon
'Cause you're headin' for a crashin'
I can't be the one to save you

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors

Verse 2
When you look in the mirror
What do you see?
Do you see a hero? Or do you see a freak?
Well
I don't have time to make you understand
Go ahead and cry
Child
It's not my problem
No one gives a damn if you cry

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors

Bridge
No one gives a damn if you cry
I can't be the one to save you

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors

Ain't Here To Do Favors

Let’s start the day.
I already know how I’ll sound
same jokes, same tone,
like I’m reading myself out loud.
People like the way I fit,
so I keep fitting.
Even when I change,
I change in character.

I think about leaving the script,
but someone always laughs too soon,
and I crawl right back
to the part they know.

Everyone’s a mirror,
I’m the frame that never moves.
I built a life from feedback
and called it truth.
I don’t even need to try
habit wears my face for me.
It’s safer to be known
than to be free.

Sometimes I test it
say something out of character,
watch the air shift,
watch their eyes ask if I’m okay.
And I smile, like, “Just kidding.”
And there goes another little chance
to mean it.

It’s not fear, exactly
it’s recognition.
The story’s been running so long
it thinks it’s skin.

Everyone’s a mirror,
I’m the frame that never moves.
I built a life from feedback
and called it truth.
I don’t even need to try
habit wears my face for me.
It’s safer to be known
than to be free.

But what if I let it glitch?
Let the line drop mid-word?
Would they still hear me,
or would they just hear noise?
Maybe noise is closer
to what I meant all along.

Everyone’s a mirror,
but I can look away.
Maybe losing recognition
is the only honest play.
I don’t even need to try
the act’s already fading.
If freedom looks strange,
then let them call it breaking.

Anamorphosis

Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson) - REMIX - Nu Metal

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...