It's got lots of variety: oh yes, the very thing I long for.. We've got mellow stuff, stonery stuff, thrashy stuff, industrial stuff and some good old fashioned rock thrown in because it's rad and that's how I roll. Not one riff is repeated (except when they are stacked several times in a row, just as the riff-gods intended), so it's a lovely mish-mash of freshness for your blessed little sausage-face. God-bless and remember: don't shit directly on your matress or you're gonna have a bad time.

Walking along the beach... then suddenly - PCP-Smurf-attack!!

(Verse 1)
There’s something stirring inside me, slow and deliberate.
A quiet pulse, a breath caught in the back of my throat.
You don’t see it. You never do.
All you notice is the polite nod, the tight-lipped smile.
But every insult, every shove, every time you looked away
It’s in there, simmering. Waiting.
(Verse 2)
Villains aren’t born, you know.
They’re molded, hammered, and cast in the fire of neglect.
A glance, a laugh, a door slammed shut.
These things don’t just disappear.
They build, they accumulate.
Until one day, the weight collapses inward,
And something else crawls out.
(Chorus)
You call it evil, label it broken.
But you built this, brick by agonizing brick.
You won’t ask where it came from,
Only why it exists.
You’ll look at the ashes and forget the match.
You’ll never remember your hands holding the fuel.
(Verse 3)
Every time you turned your back, something shifted.
Every whispered joke, every smirk behind closed doors,
It chipped away at something soft, something kind.
And in its place, this
This dark, pulsating thing,
Taking shape in the quiet corners of my mind.
(Bridge)
You don’t like to think about your part in this, do you?
It’s easier to point fingers,
To call it unnatural, monstrous.
But monsters don’t crawl out of nowhere.
They’re sculpted, piece by deliberate piece.
And you… you’re the artist.
(Verse 4)
Now it’s here, looming, undeniable.
Not a creation of my choosing, but one I can’t escape.
You’ll see it soon.
When the mask slips, when the smile falters,
When the thing you’ve ignored steps into the light.
And still, you’ll deny it.
Because it’s easier that way.
(Outro)
So call it madness. Call it sin.
Blame it on me, on something broken deep within.
But remember
You fed this shadow.
You nurtured it.
And now, it’s here, staring back at you.

Villain

This track started with an acoustic riff I wrote a while back, and I finally decided to turn it into a full song. I spent two nights figuring out how to properly record acoustic guitar with my AKG P220 condenser mic, and after a lot of trial and error, I recorded five layers of acoustic guitar, one bass track, and a lead guitar layer. Drums were made in Ableton.

The song took on a deeper meaning as I wrote it—reflecting on everything happening in the world right now. From political tensions in the U.S. to the war in Ukraine (where I was born), there’s a lot of uncertainty. But beyond global events, this track is also for anyone struggling personally. I hope it offers even a small sense of hope and positivity.

If this were a film score, it would fit a quiet, introspective moment—when the world feels overwhelming, but hope still lingers.

Instruments Used:
Yamaha FG800J Acoustic Guitar
Fender Black Stratocaster
Ibanez Soundgear Semi-Hollow Bass Guitar
AKG P220 Condenser Mic
Ableton drums
Let me know what you think!

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Disclaimer: Visual representation of the song was created by AI; all the music was created by a human.

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