I wrote a proof once
In the margin of an old book
It held
It sang in silence
I solved a riddle no one posed
But someone should have
And the page
Bent to my will

I was on a train
Between Oxford
And existential despair
Light flickered. Ink cracked
My coffee spilled
Still, logic marched in perfect rows
Shining
Afraid to be alone

But the margin
Too narrow
For voices like this

I drew your outline
In the corner, soft and hidden
Lines too gentle for names
Wrote a vow, never signed
A plan with no axis
And the paper
Tensed beneath my wanting

Under the station's hum
I footnoted everything I didn't say
Margins full of detours
Echoes of maybe
Each heartbeat struck
A chord I never dared to play

What if the page could break open?
What if the lines ran wild?
Not neat. Not safe. Not approved
But real
Bleeding past every edge

Because the margin
Was never enough
Not for this voice
Not for us

Tear it out
Let the ink run free
We'll write where no lines go

The Margin Was Too Narrow

Hallucinophonics - "White Eyes"
From the shadowed corridors of consciousness comes our latest transmission—a haunting exploration of the liminal spaces between life and death, reality and reverie.
"White Eyes" ventures into the darker chambers of the psyche, where ancient mansions hold memories that refuse to fade and spirits walk through candle-lit halls seeking what was lost. This track weaves together vintage Hammond organ, ethereal guitars, and atmospheric soundscapes to create a sonic séance that bridges the earthly and the eternal.
Crafted with analog warmth and cosmic intention, the song builds from whispered beginnings to transcendent climax, embodying our mission to articulate the ineffable through sound.
Experience the extraordinary by closing your eyes and letting the phantom guide you through the hall where time grows pale.
🕯️ Launching September 2025
🌌 Where the cerebral meets the celestial
Produced with vintage instruments and modern vision
Mixed in analog warmth
Mastered for cosmic transmission

White Eyes

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone/Glass

LAIR BALLAD: Over the Three Dragon Peaks — це цілісний епос у формі пауер-метал балади. Легенда, що народилась за столами Лігва Двадцятки тепер звучить у музиці.
Шлях веде крізь Гори Трьох Драконів, падіння міста Лайкан, Туман, що стирає життя, і боротьбу з Богами.

Це не просто пісні — це баладна хроніка про втрати, клятви і впертість жити далі. Від тихих драматичних куплетів до апокаліптичних приспівів — альбом звучить так, ніби його виконують самі герої.

Кохайте та будьте кохані, живіть повним життям та слухайте музику, яка зберігає історії. Бо навіть історії з ігрових сесій можуть бути особливими. 

Raaska’s Song

The Line

Holding On

Lyrics:
in cycles and circles
chaos and order
life becomes dust
(and from the dust
comes life)

Chaos 
the creator
of movement
and motion
a dance 
with order
making rhythm 
seeding life 
(it brings death)

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos from order
random disorder makes energy
random disorder, random destroyer,
chaos in order
rhythmic disorder makes synergy
random 
(maha mahadev om shiva namaha)

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)

random disorder, random destroyer,
random disorder, random destroyer
random disorder, random destroyer
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos in order
random disorder makes energy

in cycles of chaos 
and order
we rise from the dust
to return after rust

consciousness 
is destroying reality
but its
imprinting us
reconstructing us

chaos
brings entropy
in cycles 
of random
disorder

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos from order
random disorder makes energy
random disorder, random destroyer,
chaos in order
rhythmic disorder makes synergy

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos from order
random disorder makes energy
random disorder, random destroyer,
chaos in order
rhythmic disorder makes synergy

random disorder, random destroyer,

random disorder, random destroyer,

Random Disorder

Oleander - Fleursonseaux
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Oleander

I Believe

written for my friend who had to say goodbye to his mom.... he means the world to me and has been a massive support to me when i've struggled, i hope this song gives some support and helps him grieve... i'm here for you my friend... <3

half of me is gone

Summer’s almost over, so we thought another track with the right vibe was needed. 🔊💃🏻🕺🏻
This one’s a mix of electro, synth pop and house, high-energy and uplifting, with a touch of happy chaos. It’s actually based on a true story of heartbreak from last summer, but spoiler alert: if you listen through to the end, you’ll find out it has a happy ending.😊
It’s Valerio’s story (yeah, our drummer!), and yes, they’re still together and doing great. Expect some wild vocals and crazy guitars on this one. 
Turn it up and enjoy!😉🫶

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on August 29, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

You left your bracelet on my sink
Still smells like you, like smoke and pink
I never asked you where you’d go
I just played dumb, like I didn’t know

And now I’m running past the same old bar
Same beat, same street, same broken car
You’re not there but the echo is
And I still taste your midnight kiss

I’m back where you left me
Same song playing, same sky empty
Thought I moved on, but I still check
Every face in every set
I’m dancing hard but barely breathing
Still back where you left me

Your friends pretend they don’t recall
But they smile weird when I say it all
You wore my shirt, slept in my head
Now you’re just lines I never read

And I don’t blame you for the fade
We lit too fast, we burned, we strayed
But every drop in this refrain
Still whispers you behind the rain

I’m back where you left me
Same beat spinning, lights all messy
Tried new drinks, tried new names
Still end up playing the same games
I’m laughing loud but barely breathing
Still back where you left me

No drama, no tears, no final fight
You just faded like the bass at night
Left a note I never found
Just silence wrapped in club sound

I’m back where you left me
Same crowd, same night, same memory
I change the station, change my hair
But somehow you’re still there
I’m moving on but never leaving
Still back where you left me

I'm back where you left me
All alone

The Margin Was Too Narrow

Axioms of Mediocrity