CHECK MATE

A collection of songs created using some of the poetry and lyrics that I have written. The music tracks were created using AI software. 

My lyrics + AI = AIBRY

09.Home At Last

Taken from Taylor Road, full album available on Spotify, YouTube Music, Pandora, and many more.

https://open.spotify.com/album/0SlJe7TjF8QmX9IHA63ns1?si=mb2D2ImfSku5_E0_mUi1fQ

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_liwWLVb6aEYzLivrbEr4X7p7_GT6nZUKE&si=B34dMFyg9ePV3pqi

Crawl Up

...die Gedanken einer Seele , welche nach außen im stark und fröhlich wirkte .
niemand sah es wie die innere Welt jeden Tag zu kämpfen begann und in Stücke brach .
ich konnte reden ,ich konnte schreien ,doch während mich jeder hörte - verstand mich niemand .

irgebdwann wirst du stärker durch diese täglichen kämpfe und kriege in Kopf und Geist .
es ist nicht einfach aber jeder einzelne von uns, besitzt diese Kraft ! die Kraft alle Gegner zu besiegen .

ich möchte die Stimme sein die für viele nur im Inneren existiert .
ich möchte erklären und aufklären und euch daran erinnern, dass wir alle Menschen sind .
das wir alle unsere ganz eigenen kämpfe haben , Ängste sorgen ..
Emotionen ...
und das ist okay ,fühlen bedeutet Mensch zu sein .



aber in einer Welt wo der Mensch vergisst Mensch zu sein, werden diese Hürden immer schwierige zu überwinden .
also bitte vergisst nicht wie es einst mal war, ein Mensch zu sein 

Still fighting but _ Why

cough got teeth chewin’ on my bones
grief’s a feedback loop of dial tone moans
can’t sleep just watch the ceiling spin
clock pounds hard when the dark takes in
your picture’s pinned where the light won’t land
cracked frame grins like it planned the stand
sweat won’t rinse pills freeze the scene
still waitin’ on a crash that won’t come clean

you left and the silence turned mean
no wind just the breath of the scream

call it chance call it bleed
i just echo through what you don’t read
no fix no reprieve
just a voice where the ghosts still breathe
she was here then she split
but her echo’s etched in every bit
i don’t climb i don’t hide
i just sing what’s left when the burn won’t die

woke up slow in a shirt still damp
blinds half shut walls closin’ like clamps
walked past faces without a name
each one lookin’ through me all the same
your laugh still loops in the kitchen fan
half heard hum in a rust warped pan
heat don’t rise the stove won’t light
but the mark you left still cooks just right

some things rot but they won’t die
some goodbyes just multiply

call it dust call it creed
i just echo through what i can’t feed
no fix no retreat
just a hum in the hollow beat
she was gone still she stayed
like a rhythm you can’t unplay
i don’t fight i don’t lie
i just sing what’s left when the ache won’t die

don’t know how far the drop goes down
but my feet went quiet once i left the ground
your name don’t ring but it still replies
like a dream with its jaw too wide

call it break call it bleed
still i echo through what you don’t read
no fix no reprieve
just a voice in the fallout weave
she was tide she was drive
now i sing what’s left when the ache survives

still falling
still falling
edge of the echo still calling
still crawling
still crawling
no lift no light still stalling
still haunted
still hunted
grief don’t fade it just keeps taunting

Edge of the Echo

Eddyverse

Bleed You Dry

Some ghosts don’t stay buried.

AIBRY’s Whispers Beneath the Ash isn’t just an album — it’s a breakdown rebuilt into something louder. Mixing metalcore and trap, this record crawls out of the wreckage with heavy riffs, suffocating 808s, and spoken word pieces that feel like they were carved into the walls of a burning house.

Listen if you dare. Play it alone, but don’t say you weren’t warned.

I Didn’t Die There (Spoken Word)

Bury the Ghost

AIBRY – Cassette Tapes

This project is more than an album — it’s an artifact. A two-sided experience that plays like a lost tape rescued from the static. Side A hits fast and raw, with fractured memories and jagged rhythms. Side B slows down into the deep burn, echoing in distortion and decay.

Every track is a chapter — reels spinning, signals breaking through the noise. This is trauma, survival, and rebirth, pressed onto magnetic tape and left for anyone brave enough to press play.

📀 Track Order

Side A

Press Play 
Legacy/Cracks
Walkman Wounds
Signal in the Static
Loop Failure
Rewind Interlude

Side B
7. Ashes to Armor
8. Static Saints
9. Channel Burn
10. Sidewalk Gospel
11. Dead Air Interlude
12. I Stayed 
13. Outro

⚡ Explore the full interactive deck and message board: https://thelastcassette.neocities.org/

Signal in the Static

AIBRY is the voice of static, fire, and survival. Trapmetal, metalcore, spoken word, and glitch chaos — fused into soundtracks for the broken and reborn. Independent. DIY. Underground forever.