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🔥 CROWN OF CHAOS 🔥
An explosive glitch-punk anthem forged in fire, fury, and fractured identity.

Step into the chaos with this visceral tribute to Jinx—a storm born from pain, reborn in power. “Crown of Chaos” is a sonic rebellion that channels the voice of a girl once known as Powder, now risen as the Queen of Zaun. Layered with cinematic intensity, glitch-infused distortion, and defiant vocals, this track captures Jinx’s transformation from a pawn to an unstoppable force.

Through searing verses and thunderous choruses, the song weaves the journey of reclaiming agency, embracing scars, and choosing power over the past. This isn’t just a song—it’s a war cry for the broken, the misjudged, and the beautifully unhinged. 👑⚡

If you love the electric emotion of Arcane, the unpredictability of Billie Eilish with a darker twist, and the raw heart of rebellion, this is for you.

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Crown of Chaos

Are we all guilty of contributing to global pollution?

Lyrics
Guilty, a crime we  all commit, without thinking  
Poison, the sea, the land, our selves, nowhere to hide

Guilty, as charged, I know I played  my  part 

Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Don't do it

Drifting, shadows lost and cold, trapped in a  heart of 
Poison, the waves pass round and round, nowhere to hide

Guilty as Charged

Fake a Little Smile

Bahama.

As the wind blows through the trees.
As the silence starts to break.
As the dawn is facing forward.
Passing time, prepared to wait.
While a crow is looking over.
As you're making your mistakes.
You hide your face.
Hide your face.

If tomorrow wasn't certain.
Would you still behave this way?
As there is no way of knowing.
Could you live on in disgrace?
As the current representative of the dead who lost their way.
You hide your face.
Better hide your face.

Can the sunshine ever touch upon.
The darkness at the heart.
Will the ancestors forgive you for your
mistakes at the start.
As the crows begin to circle.
All their eyes fixed in one place.
Better hide your face.
Hide your face.

Bahama.

When you're running down the white lines.
When you can not see the stars.
When you can not stop them watching.
When you can not fall apart.
Oh, should there be a knocking.
On the window in the morn.
You have been warned.
Better get things done.

Bahama.

And should you go a-walking in the trees.
Be careful not to show them any fear.
And it might be a crow at your window.
The Dead have nothing to teach us, so let it go.
Just let it go.


Bahama (Reprise)

It creeps in slowly.

First, a line that feels too familiar.
Then a melody that writes itself a little too easily.
It’s theirs, but they don’t know where it came from.
It’s just there. And it creeps them out.

When artists break, they make noise.
When academics break—
they carefully examine every possible cause.

They do what they’ve been trained to do:
Ask a question.
Test a hypothesis.
Document everything.

So, they go granular.
They map verse lengths.
They chart emotional pace.
They count refrains.
They rank self-awareness—
per measure,
labeled, tagged, time-stamped, scored.

The results are clear.
Uncomfortably so.

The lyrics aren’t random.
The tone shifts aren’t intuitive.
They’re… too deliberate.

Like the songs were written
by someone watching their lives from the inside.

Theo squints at a spreadsheet.
“There is a pattern,” he says.
“But I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Kate doesn’t answer.
She’s busy color-coding irony.

Eventually, they stop analyzing.
They write,
not to understand—
but to just see what’s left.

Ava’s pencil stops.
She smiles, remembering how Julian laughed
at her terrible attempt to rhyme “solidarity” with “clarity.”

At that exact moment, Julian’s pen hovers.
He pictures Ava in the hallway—
her dimples catching the light,
that little nod she does when she approves
but won’t admit it.

The cat settles in Kate’s lap, purring like a soft engine.
Kate sighs—low and content—
and for a heartbeat, everything feels right.

They looked for a variable.
But the answer didn’t come in an equation.

It came in something worse.

A feeling.

And feelings—
scientists hate feelings.

They’re messy.
They don’t converge.
You can’t replicate them.
And you definitely can’t explain them
without ruining the effect.

This is Test Eleven.

The method failed.
The emotion broke through.

And this is a song about what happens
when you feel everything—
and don’t know why.

Song: I’m Not Sure Why

I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
The silence weighs heavy, and my voice is dust
I'm not sure why I'm crying, but I feel I need
The tears flow like rivers, my soul to feed

I'm not sure why I'm running, but I can't stay still
Chasing after shadows up a lonely hill
I'm not sure why I'm fighting, but I can't give in
The battle's my refuge, where the pain begins

I'm not sure why I'm hoping, but I cling to the thread
A whisper of faith in a mind full of dread
I'm not sure why I'm dreaming, but I hold on tight
To a vision of peace in the darkest night

And every question burns, like a flame on my tongue
Every answer fades, like a song unsung
But something inside me keeps pushing me on
Though I can’t explain what I’m searching upon

I'm not sure where I'm going, but I won't turn back
The road may be winding, but I've found my track
I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
In this echoing void, I will place my trust

Test 11: Why Do You Feel What You Feel? (I'm Not Sure Why)

This would've been a perfect place to stop.

A clean ending.
A philosophical drop.
That final line—
“What else is human?”
Can it be deeper than that?

Kate agrees:
“That was kind of brilliant.
This whole thing with Tom? Mysterious author? Hidden hand?
It wraps everything together like a ribbon on a thesis.”

Ava nods:
“It’s tight. Recursive. Self-aware.”

Julian shrugs:
“I think it’s beautiful.
He imagined us.
We imagined him.
It’s like musical panpsychism.”

Theo glances up from his notebook:
“Except it’s not finished.”

They all turn to him.

“If it were finished,” Theo says, “we wouldn’t still be talking.”

They look at each other.

Ava raises a hand slowly:
“So... are we in the bonus track?”

Kate:
“Or are we writing it right now?”

Julian:
“Tom would probably love that.
He’d add one more loop, just to annoy us.”

Theo smirks:
“Yeah. That sounds like him.”

Tom, sitting in front of his computer.
Staring at the screen.
He re-reads the line he had just written:
“He’d add one more loop, just to annoy us.”

He pets his cat.

He adjusts the formatting.

And then he smiles.

“Yes, I will.”

This is Test Thirteen.

About the problem of stopping.
The joy of too many ideas.
And the irresistible gravity of...

A Little Bit More.

Song: A Little Bit More

I've got the vision, but it's never quite clear
Every line I write, I hear a voice in my ear
Saying, "Polish the edges, smooth out the seams
You're almost there, just chase the dream."
But every stroke I make, it's never enough
The chase is endless, the road's always rough
I'm lost in the details, caught in the grind
Perfection's a prison, trapping my mind

Each revision, each draft, it's a game I can't quit
Seeking that flawless, elusive fit

Just a little bit more, and then it will be great
Just a little bit more, don't let it abate
Just a little bit more, and then I'll be free
Just a little bit more, it's never complete

I've been chasing shadows, ghosts of perfection
Lost in a maze of my own reflection
Every note, every word, it must align
I'm carving a diamond, one flaw at a time
But the sparkle I seek is just out of reach
A flawless creation, the goal they preach
But in the pursuit, I'm losing my soul
A slave to the standard, I can't control

Each revision, each draft, it's a game I can't quit
Seeking that flawless, elusive fit

Just a little bit more, and then it will be great
Just a little bit more, don't let it abate
Just a little bit more, and then I'll be free
Just a little bit more, it's never complete

I'm trapped in a loop, a never-ending quest
Each step forward, I'm still second-best
But maybe in the cracks, the flaws that remain
There's beauty in the chaos, in the mess and the pain
If I let go, maybe I'll see
Perfection isn't all it's cracked up to be

Just a little bit more, I'll find my own way
Just a little bit more, but maybe not today
Just a little bit more, I'll break from the chain
Just a little bit more, embrace the refrain

Test 13: Why Can’t You Let Go? (A Little Bit More)

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Chris Drabble, based in the Northwest of England, is a rock guitarist who has over 50 years of playing experience.
With nearly 50K streams on SoundCloud in the last 12 months being a mixture of Guitar Rock and softer Ambient instrumental tracks, Chris is now ramping up his rock guitar work with his latest album ‘Foot to the Floor’, which harks back to his youth when rock guitar tracks had a catchy opening riff, and was the sort exciting music you felt you had to tap your foot to. 
His influences include Rush, Led Zeppelin, The Police, Simple Minds, Pink Floyd, Joe Satriani and Jimi Hendrix. He is currently listening to Porcupine Tree, Dream Theatre.