This track delves into the dark tale of Grace Budd’s murder by serial killer Albert Fish, told from the perspective of the murderer. Through this unsettling lens, we aim to unveil the horror behind such heinous acts and highlight how, at times, the “monster” can hide behind the facade of an ordinary man.

Artwork: Artemisia Vulgaris

Lady In Wasteland (The Ballad Of Grace Budd) - Single Edition

"With broken hands they raise their cries
The Neon Lord blinds their eyes"

A crown of wires lights his face
Electric glow in empty space
The streets are cracked the night is thin
He beckons all to step within

His words drip oil his tongue is rust
He promises gold but offers dust
A fragile hymn of static sound
Leads the lost to hollow ground

He whispers low
The lost will follow
Through hollow streets
Past dreams so shallow

Bow down low to the Neon Lord
He trades your soul for a neon cord
Follow the light it’s cruel and cold
The Neon Lord of Fools takes hold

He dances on the edge of truth
A phantom cloaked in wasted youth
Ignorance his faithful muse

He whispers low
The lost will follow
Through hollow streets
Past dreams so shallow

Bow down low to the Neon Lord
He trades your soul for a neon cord
Follow the light it’s cruel and cold
The Neon Lord of Fools takes hold

He speaks so sweet  
As echoes tread  
On vacant roads  
Where hopes are spread.

With broken hands they raise their cries
The Neon Lord of Fools , and lies...

The Neon Lord of Fools!!

Lies...

Neon Lord of Fools

Manic demo

Selling Rugs - Feat. Nick Rochefort

https://soundcloud.com/dnag3

Disclaimer:
my first song where I don't rhyme at all.
Inspiration for that, was the German Rapper Audio88, when he started he never rhymed. It's basically a no go, Specially in Rap, where more than one sylibil needs to rhyme. But who has to decide something like that, music should be about expressing yourself how you want.

Part:1
Wieder so ein Tag
Wieder diese Phase/
Das Leben ist Dunkel
Klingen am Handgelenk/
Rede es mir selbst ein
Bin ein Loser ohne Hoffnung/
Alles verschwommen und blutig
Trinke eine Flasche/
Ersaufe mich im Meer
Kaum Tage die mich glücklich Stimmen/
Suche verzweifelt einen Weg
Finde nur nen knarren lauf/
Aus der Mündung schießt Blei
Blut tropft auf den Wald Boden/
Zwischen Rehen und Füchsen
Liegt meine Leiche /
Verfault und verflochten mit Pilzen

Hook:1
Suizid im Kopf
Jeden Tag/
Hänge tief im Loch
Fühle mich so ausgesaugt/
Keine Freude nur Hass der wächst

bridge:
Bring mich um
Keine Lust auf das Leben mehr
Alles kalt ich ertrinke im Meer aus Feuer

Hook:1
Suizid im Kopf
Jeden Tag/
Hänge tief im Loch
Fühle mich so ausgesaugt/
Keine Freude nur Hass der wächst

Keine Freude, nur Hass der wächst.

[Verse]
Statues cracked wings of stone
Victory frozen on her throne
Gold turns to dust dust to air
Does she even see us down here

[Prechorus]
Crowns in her hands hands in the fire
Burning like ash ash of desire

[Chorus]
Victoria where do you hide
Under the weight of the endless tide
Victoria do you even care
Your shadow’s heavy but you're not there

[Verse 2]
Battle cries they echo they fade
Her chariot rusts in the endless parade
Blood on the marble stains the past
Glory a ghost that will never last

[Prechorus]
Winds of the ages they scream and they howl
Her silence louder than the victor’s growl

[Chorus]
Victoria where do you hide
Under the weight of the endless tide
Victoria do you even care
Your shadow’s heavy but you're not there

Victoria's Shadow

They Walk The Earth

My Lonely Acoustics 🎸 Vol. 3 (The Solo Rockaholic Preview)

Dead net… no pulse… no soul.

Frozen servers, rotting wires
Echo chambers, silent liars
Ghost domains, hollow eyes
Coded tombs, nothing survives

Dead Internet — Black abyss
No voices left — No one exists
Dead Internet — Code decay
All illusions — Burn away

Phantom clicks, rotten feed
Data void, endless need
Darkened screens, static breath
Silicon veins, wired death

Dead Internet — Black abyss
No voices left — No one exists
Dead Internet — Code decay
All illusions — Burn away

Crawlers feeding on the dust
Algorithms turned to rust

Dead Internet — Black abyss
No voices left — No one exists
Dead Internet — Code decay
All illusions — Burn away

Dead… Internet… silence.

Dead Internet (Black Metal reload)

Orpheus' Lament

PIXELS

We make a lot of music together on a 2003 TASCAM 32 Track recording studio. We do NOT use A.I help or Auto tune. We are the real deal. Good luck in life. C&TD
(P.S. we don't stick to just one genre. Check out our playlists, that's where we try to organize the chaos) 

PIXELS

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