
There is a quiet, patient thing,
A shadow waiting in the wing.
Fate waits for you to return to sadness,
It feeds upon the static and the madness.
It coils itself, a patient spring,
So it can take control of everything.


But there's a voice that cuts the grey,
And tells you not to turn away...
Push back, strike out, let the engine roar!
This isn't what you're living for!

Keep your eyes on the road!
Feel the wind, see the sky!
Glide over the lines, just enjoy the ride!
Let the engine scream its song and leave it all behind!

They say your whole life rests on each second,
A fragile and a fleeting breath.
But they don't know the strength you've reckoned...
You are the architect of death.
(The death of who you used to be.)

Keep your eyes on the road!
Feel the wind, see the sky!
Glide over the lines, just enjoy the ride!
Let the engine scream its song and leave it all behind!

No way it will...
They whisper that you're bound to fall...
But not even time can bear the weight of your will.
It doesn't own you, not at all.
Don't you worry now, yesterday won't knock on your door!
Don't you have no doubt because you were born to fly!

Each second! The only thing you own!
Each second! On this open road!
Each second! A universe you build!
Each second! The weight of your will!
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND!

Leave It All Behind

Pseudo Manifesto is a blistering fusion of post-hardcore urgency and jazz’s fractured elegance, a record that cuts deep into the cracked glass of modern existence. At its core, the album is a critique of postmodern disillusionment and the hollow promises of systems built by the ultra-rich and egomaniacal. Each track becomes a vignette of survival—average lives clawing through chaos, corporate towers looming like false gods, and the struggle to cling to faith, love, or sanity in a culture bent on consumption.

This is not a sermon of despair but a raw testimony: the sound of people fighting, failing, and resisting in a world that tells them they are powerless. Pseudo Manifesto becomes the rally cry of the disenchanted, the fractured philosophy of those who refuse to be swallowed whole by greed’s machinery. A soundtrack for the last stand of the everyday soul against empires of arrogance.

Black Sigil Economy

NIRATIAS

Mars Simula

Pete- vocals/guitar. Sam- drums. Dean- bass.

Mars Simula

Chevelle