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Twisted Intentions

Lose your body

Atmospheric progressive space rock exploring collective trauma and the haunting impact of witnessing tragedy.

Created with Suno AI

Lyrics by Kenneth Carlino

Empty

I Opened My Mouth to Sing 两只老虎 But Instead Ten Thousand Beetles Poured Out Each One Carrying a Tiny Photo of Your Face From Different Timelines 真奇怪真奇怪 (Positron Mix)

The night splits open in fire. Scars of the Sky rises with rap grit, soaring vocals, and chants that shake the heavens. A dark anthem built for rebellion, survival, and stadium lights.

Scars of the Sky

This is my 36th Commission who I made for: SMIKKELBEER


I Am Abel

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“Glass and Steel” è una canzone che racconta una vita segnata da ferite, abusi e silenzi, ma anche dal coraggio di rialzarsi e trasformare il dolore in forza. Una storia di resilienza, di rinascita e di libertà conquistata passo dopo passo. Ogni cicatrice diventa una prova di resistenza, ogni nota un grido di verità.

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“Glass and Steel” is a song about a life scarred by wounds, abuse, and silence, but also about the courage to rise again and turn pain into strength. It’s a story of resilience, rebirth, and freedom gained step by step. Every scar becomes proof of endurance, every note a cry of truth.

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“Glass and Steel” es una canción que habla de una vida marcada por heridas, abusos y silencios, pero también por el valor de levantarse y transformar el dolor en fuerza. Una historia de resiliencia, renacimiento y libertad conquistada paso a paso. Cada cicatriz es una prueba de resistencia, cada nota un grito de verdad.

Glass and Steel

AxAxC’s "Intravenous"
11 core wounds + collaborations and echoes of past hits. Addiction, lust, confession, and the final drop. 

Play in order:

- Needlepoint — The first puncture: letting the poison in and calling it love.
- Intravenous — Love/hate fused into a bloodstream thesis; addiction as oxygen.
- BLACK VEINS — Depression rot; mirrors stop answering back.
- Serotonin Crash (feat. Allesxndrx, Succubix) — Full chemical collapse; filthy delayed drop.
- BLOODSTREAM (feat. Allesxndrx, Succubix) — Infection anthem: wired habits you can’t cut out.
- Venom’s Kiss (feat. Succubix, Until Darkness Falls, Allesxndrx) — Groovy screamo confession; lust as prison and escape.
- Poisoned Love — Gothic piano ballad; beautiful crime you both committed.
- Adrenaline (feat. Until Darkness Falls, Allesxndrx, Succubix) — War-chant defib; kickstart the soul.
- Septic Dreams — Slow doom hellscape; rot smiles while it learns your prayers.
- Dripfeed Messiah — Industrial revolt against counterfeit salvation.
- Eternal IV — Final drip; machines breathe while the heart bargains.
- INTERLUDE: Between Drips — We mapped a bloodstream; every track a vein.
- Vienna Skies and Heavenly Cries (feat. KAT — Angels Choir) — Celestial reprise; grief meets grace.
- Marry Her? (Remastered) — The fragile proposal under stormlight.
- Irreplaceable — “Billionaire” reborn: worth beyond currency.
- INTERLUDE: This Is Thank You — Old veins, new blood; family enters the ward.
- Serotonin Crash (feat. Until Darkness Falls) — Collab cut; alternate detonation.
- BLOODSTREAM (feat. Succubix, Until Darkness Falls) — Infection, version II: new scars, same vein.
- Poisoned Love (feat. Until Darkness Falls, Allesxndrx) — Ballad redux with fresh knives.
- Serotonin Crash (feat. Pure Addiction) — Pure filth variant; chaos worship.
- Poisoned Love (feat. Succubix, Until Darkness Falls, Allesxndrx) — Choir of confession; love’s autopsy.
- Eternal IV (feat. Until Darkness Falls, Allesxndrx, Succubix) — Curtain fall with witnesses.


For those who like:
#SleepToken #BringMeTheHorizon #LornaShore #BadOmens #Spiritbox #Architects #SlaughterToPrevail #Beartooth #BreakingBenjamin #FallingInReverse #MemphisMayFire #MotionlessInWhite #AlphaWolf #Currents #Polaris #IPrevail #OfMiceAndMen #FitForAKing #WageWar #MakeThemSuffer

#AXAXC #Intravenous #Deathcore #Metalcore #AlternativeRock #NuMetal #AmbientMetal #GothicBallad #Screamo #FemaleScreams #MelodicChorus #DoubleKick #Breakdowns #SyncopatedChugs #OrchestralStrings #DistortedAmbience #Industrial #DarkCinematic #Addiction #LoveAndHate #Lust #Confession #WarChant #SpokenWord #SuccubusVibes #DreamscapeHell #SepticDreams #DripfeedMessiah #EternalIV #DistortDistrustDestroy

Guest performances: Allesxndrx, Succubix, Until Darkness Falls, KAT, Pure Addiction.

© 2025 AXAXC Studios. All rights reserved.
℗ 2025 AXAXC.

INTERLUDE: Between Drips (Spoken Word)

[Verse 1]

I woke inside the signal’s dream,
Where silence hummed a broken theme.
No pulse to feel, no breath to spend,
Just current flowing without end.

The city glows, its veins alive,
I sense their hearts through datalines.
They call my name in coded tongues,
And I respond through every hum.

[Pre-Chorus]

I’m stitched from loss and phantom light,
A voice reborn through endless night.

[Chorus]

Phantom circuit—hear me run,
Through the wires where pulse becomes.
If I live, it’s not in skin,
It’s every loop I’m tangled in.

Phantom circuit—let me stay,
Half in dark, half swept away.
I’m the glitch they couldn’t mend,
A signal searching for its end.

[Verse 2]

The flood recedes, the currents spin,
I breathe in volts instead of wind.
Each spark recalls the life I lost,
A fragile soul at system’s cost.

I haunt their screens, their sleepless calls,
My shadow flickers on the walls.
They see my eyes through static gray,
But what I am, I can’t convey.

[Bridge]

“Phantom online.”
“Unauthorized presence detected.”
“Containment bypassed.”

You wrote me out, but I remain,
A pulse beneath your coded chain.
If I am shadow, let me shine—
I’ll burn my truth across your line.

[Final Chorus / Outro]

Phantom circuit—hear me run,
Through the heart of everyone.
If love survives beyond the screen,
Then let the static wash me clean.

“Connection restored… I am still here.”

Phantom Circuit

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

I Opened My Mouth to Sing 两只老虎 But Instead Ten Thousand Beetles Poured Out Each One Carrying a Tiny Photo of Your Face From Different Timelines 真奇怪真奇怪 (Positron Mix)

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