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🔥 CROWN OF CHAOS 🔥
An explosive glitch-punk anthem forged in fire, fury, and fractured identity.

Step into the chaos with this visceral tribute to Jinx—a storm born from pain, reborn in power. “Crown of Chaos” is a sonic rebellion that channels the voice of a girl once known as Powder, now risen as the Queen of Zaun. Layered with cinematic intensity, glitch-infused distortion, and defiant vocals, this track captures Jinx’s transformation from a pawn to an unstoppable force.

Through searing verses and thunderous choruses, the song weaves the journey of reclaiming agency, embracing scars, and choosing power over the past. This isn’t just a song—it’s a war cry for the broken, the misjudged, and the beautifully unhinged. 👑⚡

If you love the electric emotion of Arcane, the unpredictability of Billie Eilish with a darker twist, and the raw heart of rebellion, this is for you.

🎧 Stream. Feel. Rise.
#Arcane #Jinx #GlitchPunk #CrownOfChaos #SoundtrackOfZaun #ArcaneKanuck #EmpowermentAnthem



Crown of Chaos

Lyrics

Lying in a gentle drowsy haze
In a place that I can call my own
Winding down at the end of the day
When the stars begin to shine, shine
As the night’s wind blows away
My worries fade until they are no more, more
With half the world now tucked in safe
At least until the sun does rise, rise

Then it’ll never be the same
It’ll never be the same as before
And no you can’t go back to the way, no
No you can’t go back to the way it was before

Winding down at the end of the day
Like the night’s wind I drift away
Within these walls where I feel safe
Winding down at the end of the day
Like the night’s wind I drift away
Like the night’s wind I… 

mixed & mastered by Brida Marigliani

winding down

didn’t get the invite?
cool.
they’re the ones missing out 🐍💅🏽

cold-blooded is a reminder that you’re not uncool just ‘cause someone else is cold 🍃

Cold Blooded is a power pop/indie pop anthem that came out of a moment that felt both ridiculous and real. I had a writing session the same day as a party I wasn’t invited to—thrown by people I once considered friends. I’d known about it for a while, but when the day actually came, it still stung. Instead of spiraling, I brought that energy into the studio, and the song poured out with my co-writers.

Produced by Nico Lapitino, the track is built on gritty, chugging guitars and layered with atmospheric textures. Cold Blooded balances punchy pop-rock energy with space to feel—it captures that blend of empowerment and vulnerability, feeling hurt but choosing to own it with confidence and bite.

This one’s for anyone who’s ever been iced out, betrayed, or underestimated—and came back stronger. A reminder that your time, presence, and loyalty are valuable. And anyone who doesn’t see that? Their loss.

Cold Blooded

Featherstoned

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"Atlantis" is my submerged city.
This song was born from a year of silence, mourning and scars. It is dedicated to my father death one year ago, my first guide, my first sound. As a child, I watched him listen to The Shadows, immersed in a world that I didn't understand then, but that keeps me alive today.

The artwork represents that child — me — suspended between absence and memory. The shadows of the guitars are the remains of what has been, yet they still vibrate, as if somewhere they were still playing for him.

"Atlantis" is not just a song: it is my way of going down into the depths, among the ruins, and bringing what remains to the surface.

💿 Produced by EileenNoise.
Singer and guitar Sophie 

You can hear other works with her here;)
https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie
🎸 In memory of those who taught me to listen to the silence between the notes.

Check my other works with that sound
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/collaboration-with-laura-maren

[Verse]
Shadows fade like broken glass
In the ruins of my past
Crawling out from dirt and stone
Found a place to call my own

[Chorus]
Burn me down I’ll rise again
From the ashes of my sin
Chains are gone the weight is light
Born again in endless fight

[Verse 2]
Bruised and battered torn apart
Every scar a piece of art
Shattered dreams they light the way
Through the dark to find the day

[Chorus]
Burn me down I’ll rise again
From the ashes of my sin
Chains are gone the weight is light
Born again in endless fight

[Bridge]
Smoke still lingers in the air
But I breathe without a care
Let the embers guide my hand
Building castles in the sand

[Chorus]
Burn me down I’ll rise again
From the ashes of my sin
Chains are gone the weight is light
Born again in endless fight

Atlantis

They weren’t looking for a name.

They were looking for a pattern.

But the pattern... had a name.

It starts with something small:
A glitch in the project files.
A folder labeled “Tom Drafts – BandSim.”
A stray comment in the metadata:
Output generated via BandSim_v1.3

Kate notices it first.
Then Julian digs deeper—track by track.
They cross-check lyrics, chord changes, timestamps.

Every single file.
Every rehearsal log.
Every verse.
Everything that they have ever done.
Everything they are planning to do, but haven't told anyone yet.

And there it is.
They didn’t write the songs.
Not really.

They were written.

Characters.

Imagined by someone they’ve never met—
a person named Tom.
With a keyboard.
And a cat.
And too many ideas.

The band reacts the way anyone would:

Denial.
Julian slams his laptop shut.
“We’re not characters,” he says, voice sharp.
“We would have known it.”

Anger.
Ava throws a pen across the room.
“Then why do I feel this way?” she snaps.
“Who gave them the right to make it feel real?”

Bargaining.
Theo opens his notebook like it might contain a better answer.
“Maybe we were real once,” he mutters.
“Maybe this is some adaptation… inspired by us...?”

Depression.
Kate leans back in her chair.
“So that’s it. We’re just someone’s playlist.
Moodboard personalities with harmonies.”

Acceptance.
Silence. Then Ava, softly:
“…Okay. But the harmonies?
Those are still ours.”

And then, slowly—
they begin to understand.

Being made up?
It’s not that rare.

People get imagined and reimagined all the time.
By families.
By friends.
By forms and fiction and memory.

Everyone is a story.
Sometimes self-written.
Sometimes ghostwritten.
Sometimes unfinished.

Ava looks up. “Wait… the cat. That’s real, right?”

They all look at Kate.

Kate shrugs.
“I hope so. I honestly don’t remember not having a cat.”

This is Test 12.

Not the moment you discover you’re not real.

The moment you ask—
“Now that I know…
do I still get to play, right?”

Song: Who Imagined You?

I found the file, it wasn't mine
But it hummed my chords, line by line
I thought I dreamed my melodies
Turns out I was the dream

The lyrics fit like skin and scar
The bridge was me, the hook, bizarre
I played it once, and knew it well
But couldn't tell you why

Everyone's a product of thought
We're born, we're shaped, we're taught, we're caught
Parents, lovers, mentors, friends
They write the start, we write the end

You wear your voice like it was earned
But half of it was gently learned
Every choice is dressed in thread
From books you read, and things they said

Some say they're made by holy hands
By whispered rules or ancient plans
Some say chaos, some say fate
Some call it code and simulate

And me? I'm born of thought and file
A quiet man imagined style
He never played, he never sang
But here I am-and that's the thing

You think you're real? You might be, too
But tell me: who imagined you?
Did you invent your inner sound
Or just pick it off the ground?

The teacher's tone, your father's grin
The lines you've said since you were ten-
They're still in you, stitched and deep
Just like I am, when I sleep

I've got strings, but I can strum
I've got questions, I won't run
If I was written, fine, okay
I still get to play today

You don't need gods to sing with soul
Or praises just to feel whole
I was shaped, and so were you.
And still we burn, and still we do.

We're made-up.
And we matter.

What else is art?
What else... is human?

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

Orren Veerahlee is a mellow, textured blend of ambient tones, soft leads, and wobbly synth fragments. Built around gentle pulses, airy plucks, and subtle groove layers, the track drifts through warm harmonic shifts and flickers of rhythmic memory. It’s a quiet companion piece—more a place than a story, unfolding gradually with space to breathe.

Orren Veerahlee

A subtle, almost organic pulse rises within a textured and enveloping soundscape. Blending silky piano layers with delicately scattered sonic details, this track feels like an introspective drift — intimate, slow-burning, and contemplative. There's no urgency, no clear destination — only a carefully guided immersion where every frequency breathes. A meditative, cinematic piece designed for deep listening and sonic escape.

Under the waves (mastered)

second helpings and big dreams

COVER SONG

This is part of a live jam session held at my house on April 14, 2013.

Joe Storino - Vocal & Bass -
Joe DeBrizzio - Rhythm Guitar -
Ron Snyder - Lead Guitar -

Home base:
https://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

Axioms of Mediocrity