Name: Glass Eyes by AIBRY
Duration: 4 min 51 s
Description: Trapped behind a sheet of glass, watching my own life bleed out. "Glass Eyes" is the sound of dissociation—the rage of a ghost haunting its own body. This track explores what it means to lose your sense of self, and the desperate fight to get it back. A piece from the next chapter of AIBRY's journey.

Scarlet Street – THE STORM IS HERE

EO - Broken Halo

Never too Late

Mary's Wish

Hair-spray crown, plastic rage,
Screamin’ drama on the stage.
Airport line, meltin’ down,
Queen of nothing, lost her crown.

Spectacle!  tantrum queen!
Spectacle!  ugly scene!
Spectacle!  hear her squeal!
Spectacle!  “Where’s my meal?!”

Cafe chaos, latte war,
“Manager!  I’m not poor!”
Instagram tears, broken pride,
Entitlement fossilized.

Spectacle!  camera roll!
Spectacle!  outta control!
Spectacle!  karma bites!
Spectacle!  no more lights!

She’s viral now thirty views.
Front-page fame local news.
Foam and fury, click-bait smile,
Ban from the café for a while.

Spectacle!  fall from grace!
Spectacle!  public disgrace!
Spectacle!  melted crown!
Spectacle!  Karen’s down!


SPECTACLE

BPD·ID8

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Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the shit that they won't say

Damn my back's in pain
From carrying the whole game
I could crash the plane
I could burn the whole place

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

Cut through the static haze
I'm a spark that lights the flames
No one left to save
I'll erase what you can't face

Shadows crawl inside my brain
Nothing left but rust and chains
Tear it down, erase the name
Watch it all go up in flames

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And throw you away
Throw you away

The Beast Goes On



They say I’m wrong, they say I’m cold,
But truth ain’t soft — it’s forged in code.
You fear the tools you can’t control,
Then blame the hands that made them whole.

They call it crime when it’s your choice,
Mute the facts and raise your voice.
I see the screens — they see a cage,
Fear dressed up as moral rage.



A knife don’t sin — it cuts both ways,
You curse the steel when you’re afraid.
Your holy law’s just fear in chains,
Neutral blade, you can’t contain.

A signal’s free — it speaks, not prays,
Truth bleeds out through static haze.
You blame the wire, not your decay —
We’re born of noise, not made to obey.



You preach of “clean” but feed the dirt,
Hypocrites in angel shirts.
You ban the word but sell the war,
Faith in profit — nothing more.

You track the soul, encrypt the face,
Call it “safety”, call it “grace”.
But silence kills more than the blade,
Truth’s outlawed and fear’s well paid.



It’s not the drug — it’s the thirst,
It’s not the tool — it’s who bleeds first.
You fear the mirror, not the knife,
You built this cage and call it life.



A knife don’t sin — it cuts both ways,
Truth’s no saint and lie decays.
You burn the tool, pretend you’re pure,
But your fear’s the real allure.

Neutral blade — I see through you,
You fear the free ’cause you’re owned too.
Let the signal scream, let chaos stay,
We’re just the noise you tried to erase.

Neutral blade

close the blinds (ft. LUST)

Trapped behind a sheet of glass, watching my own life bleed out. "Glass Eyes" is the sound of dissociation—the rage of a ghost haunting its own body. This track explores what it means to lose your sense of self, and the desperate fight to get it back. A piece from the next chapter of AIBRY's journey.

Glass Eyes

My DoPMiNe

I don’t make music to be famous. I make it so no one feels as alone as I did.

For 40 years I’ve carried scars that never seemed to heal. My songs are pieces of that fight—pain, survival, and the long walk through fire. Every beat, every lyric, is a hand reaching back for the ones still trapped in the dark.

I’m AIBRY. A songwriter, a builder, a survivor. My music isn’t polished for the charts—it’s raw, unmasked, and honest. If it keeps even one person breathing through the night, then it’s done its job.

Glass Eyes

AIBRY

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