Let Us Hurt Ourselves

Lyrics:
CQ CQ CQ
This is Whiskey November Seven November
Whiskey November Seven November
Standing by

CQ calling in the middle of the night
Skips and hops if the conditions are right
Adjusting the squelch on my TYT
Silent noise nightmare…
Or a DX dream?
QRZ
QRA
Propagation game

Begin Transmission!
QRO
QRP
QRS
QRT

In the static
A signal is sung
Fading voices
Like ghosts they haunt

CW dits and dahs
Such a pity I never learned morse code
...---...

End of Transmission!
Gatekeepers and angry old men
Maybe I should switch to the citizens band

Idahome

Esoteric Transmission

SSRI Sunshine Sequence

Dictionary/Performer/Personaly

The Same

Chill Vaporhop Beats To Edge To

‘strange device’ is an ambitious and immersive journey into the darker corners of the human experience. Created by the duo cyntrix and the pilot, the album weaves together a powerful blend of distorted guitars, heavy bass, breakcore drums, and choral-style vocals to create a moody and sinister soundscape. Thematically, it delves into complex emotional realms, exploring trauma, grief, and existential dread alongside deeper themes of generational curses, moral scrupulosity, and the psychological toll of CPTSD, anxiety, and depression.

At the heart of strange device lies the title track, a cinematic rock piece that balances the album’s extremes of sound and emotion. Featuring a dynamic range of distorted guitars, synth solos, and obscure sci-fi-inspired effects, this song embodies the duo’s signature blend of intricate sound design and emotionally charged storytelling. It draws listeners into a world where personal suffering is inextricably linked to larger existential questions, offering moments of both despair and resilience.

The album represents a significant creative leap for cyntrix and the pilot. Pushing themselves beyond the electronic realm, they embraced a wider sonic palette, incorporating electric guitars, six-string bass, drum kits, and even field recordings to achieve a massive and atmospheric wall of sound. These experimental techniques were designed to reflect the album's colossal themes—nihilism, spiritual psychosis, wrath, death, and the decay of both body and mind.

In ‘strange device’, the duo confronts the agony of being born into a world darkened by the weight of past generations. Through this sonic exploration, they pose a singular, poignant question: when surrounded by the darkness, do you surrender and darken with it, or do you rise to become a beacon of light?

strange device

body horror

body horror - cyntrix & the pilot [strange device]

Lyrics:

Made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn
But i love the thought
The thought of us
I cant turn, cant turn away
Why wont you stay
If there's nothing to change
I cant take, the pain away
One more mistake
Straight to my brain
All the memories of just you and me

Your too hard to tame
So I dug my grave
For you
Maybe I'm to blame
For all of our pain
Its eating my alive

Cause I made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn
But I love the thought
The thought of us
I cant change, can't change cause I

Made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn but I
I love the thought
The thought of us
I cant turn, cant turn so why
Why wont you stay
If there's nothing to change
I cant take, the pain
One more mistake
Straight to my brain
All the memories of just you and me

mistakes

[LYRICS]

they don't make
models like me anymore...
[YOU WON'T FIND MORE AT ANY FUCKING STORE]
pull the string
to lift my feet off the floor...
[THE FUCK YOU THINK THAT LOOP WAS FOR?]

when i'm on fire
their eyes stay glued...
[MAYBE I SHOULD DOUSE MYSELF IN GASOLINE AND THEN WE CAN END]
this with a nice view?
[I WANNA KNOW IF IT IS POSSIBLE]
to buy separate pieces?
[THAT SORT OF LOOK LIKE ME SO-]
you can make your own...
[SHITTY LITTLE KNOCK-OFF VERSION OF ME]

[WRAPPED IN PLASTIC]
it's a mechanical universe  
[NO NEED TO CLEAN
I'M POLYPROPYLENE
SMASH THAT LIKE
OR SHRINK MY PSYCH]

[RENT TO OWN THEN DIE ALONE]
manic panic makes life tragic
[NOW WITH SYNTHETIC OPPOSABLE APPENDAGE
I'M NOT SICK
BUT FEEL LIKE SHIT]

come any night!
all odists write-
may the children never sing:
my art is suffering...

one more to go!
listen or don't...
i'm likely:
not coming back-
this is the last track...

guess i never learn?
that i don't deserve...
anything-
i'm not even real?
no need to pity me...

i can't wait-
to hear how you hate:
every song i sing...

MY.
ART.
IS. 
SUFFERING.

my art is suffering

Jaredo N Christoph remix by dj face

For the most part, I write stories and make music to go along with them.

my art is suffering

C.M.M.