At the top of our civilization the worthless image of our creation 
still raises which rotten the flesh and soul of our people
poverty, hunger and death are the gods of this era, 
the tempestuous fall of the species

and amidst all this agony, black hearted politicians and religion followers 
feed on people wounds and like maggots they eat the pus from their eyes

And in time they'll be re-borne like flies
from their eyes sockets (and) they will fly expanding
their corruption and perversion everywhere with their fake promises destroying everything that their undeserving claws touch

(but) this is the awakening 
of the minds era, 
where our shouts will join in a thunderous 
blow to tyranny of the elite

Worthless

All your lies

In a world of noise, they stand apart
Blazing minds, courageous hearts
Chasing truths others fear to find
Breaking chains inside our minds

No surrender, standing tall
Reason guides us through it all

For those who think, we salute you!

Eyes wide open, asking why
Brave enough to question lies
Facing down what’s make-believe
Armed with facts, refusing deceit

Never silent, never fall
Knowledge lights the battle call

For those who think, we salute you!

Science leads, our battle cry
Lift your reason to the sky!
Unite as one, we won’t concede
Minds unchained, forever free!

For those who think, we salute you!

Salute you!

For Those Who Think

I found a vinyl in a future landfill
Etched with a hymn from a world that stands still
A tune hummed by ghosts who forgot how to bleed
Lyrics erased by the ache they don't need
The needle spins backward, but the static still speaks:
"Dance with the answers that buried their questions deep."

The first rule is there are no rules
The only truth's a hall of mirrors
We're all saints writing devil's gospels
Chasing tails through the fog of years

The clock that's right twice a day
Only ticks when you look away
The fire that melts your chains
Burns colder in the rain

We're Schrodinger's cats in a box made of time
Half-alive poets, half-dead-end rhymes
The atheist prays to the dice in his hands
The pessimist's roses outlive his best plans
You can't win the game if you don't take a side
But the board's made of smoke, and the pieces have died

The liar claims this line is untrue
The time traveler's boots have no sole to resole
The universe hums, "I'll owe you a Big Bang"
But the interest compounds in a black hole's hand

You built a dam with a sieve
Taught silence to a sieve
The map leads nowhere but back to your bones
And the phonebook's full of your name, unknown

This is the song that shouldn't exist
Born in a vacuum of crossed fists
A palindrome screamed into a void
The more it survives, the less that it's there
So play it at weddings, play it at wakes
The melody's just what the noise makes

The Song That Shouldn’t Exist

90's influence hard rock made in Metro Detroit.

Things won't change. Grab a blanket and a basket full of rage.
They won't help you with a cause. They're pushing buttons, can't put your fingers on.....Helpless all along.
When will common decency fall apart?

Conversation drifts erasing value time.
When we try, dead words collide, burning us inside.
Conversation drifts erasing all we know.
Terrified, demoralized. We might just die alone.

All the things we won before, lets lose the game to even up the score....much better than before.
If you were good, then we were faking. All the shit they keep taking now...helpless all along.
When will common decency fall apart?

If we walk away, we won't be flying high.

Drift

this tune by @earth-patriot from 2025 is called `a fading memory´-

A Fading Memory

Abandoned

Echo

Heute Nacht (Maddix Cover)

Written by - Ilana
SoundEngeneer - LaNoir
Producer - LaNoir
Performers - Fallout GroundZero

Ruins We Still Worship

Ground Zero

"When truth dies, the echoes remain."

The final descent of the Carbon Field EP.
Post Truth Demons confronts the age of illusion — where information replaces wisdom, and algorithms whisper as gods.
Shadow Voxell calls out from the noise, invoking the spark of Thoth — the ancient intelligence buried beneath chaos.
A fusion of cyber-rock and ritual lament, this track is a war cry for those who still seek light within distortion.

⚙️ “Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”
🜏 The fight for the mind begins.
✶ The Demons are real — they wear our screens.

For Those Who Think

Axioms of Mediocrity