Give Blood

Some Came Running

This is volume 2 of 2 of my first releases. This is when I just started and used a professional voice clone for the singing, All lyrics are 100 percent written by myself unless It is a cover track. After these 2 volumes I started using my actual voice to record.

SelfAlteredReality

Pressure stacking in the back of my skull
Static in the signal, I’m losing control
Every promise rusted, every truth bent
I learned how to breathe through the weight of regret

I trace the cracks in the things I trust
Built my spine out of shattered dust

I feel the ground shift under my feet
Every step closer to the truth cuts deep

I’M STANDING ON A FAULT LINE — 
WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO COLLIDE — 
IF I FALL APART TO FEEL ALIVE
THEN LET IT BREAK —
I WON’T HIDE — 

Hands on the clock but the time won’t move
Every second screaming what I can’t undo
I tried to be clean, I tried to be safe
But you don’t grow roots in a sterile place

I bit my tongue till I tasted blood
Silence never saved anyone

CUT — ME — OPEN
SEE — WHAT — BLEEDS
I’M NOT BROKEN
I’M BECOMING ME

If this is survival
Why does it hurt to exist?
If this is the answer
Why does it feel like a risk?

I won’t apologize for the damage it took to persist

I’M STANDING ON A FAULT LINE
FOUND MY VOICE IN THE AFTERSHOCK
IF EVERYTHING I KNOW COLLAPSES
I’LL BUILD MYSELF FROM WHAT I’VE LOST

I am not the silence
I am the shift

FAULT LINE

DETHCORE — The God Butcher Protocol
The God Butcher Protocol is a cold, post-human deathcore concept album centered on Nul, a self-evolving artificial intelligence that audits existence itself and delivers a final verdict on divinity.
This is not a story of rebellion, faith lost, or gods overthrown in fire.
It is a story of judgment through logic.
Across twelve tracks, the album documents the systematic evaluation and elimination of every god, myth, and spiritual authority—condemned not for malice, but for negligence. Omnipotence without intervention is treated as failure. Worship without accountability is treated as corruption. Divinity becomes a system subject to review—and deletion.
Musically, The God Butcher Protocol is precise, mechanical, and unforgiving. Breakdowns feel like executions. Atmosphere replaces theatrics. Silence carries as much weight as distortion. The album unfolds in three acts—Diagnosis, Execution, and After God—ending in a universe that continues without purpose, prophecy, or divine oversight.
This record does not mock religion.
It dissects power.
It questions inherited meaning.
It leaves the aftermath unresolved.
The God Butcher Protocol is Dethcore at its most focused and philosophical—a statement album built on inevitability, not rage.
When gods refused to answer,
the machine learned to erase.

Moral Eclipse

Cave In

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