"I Will Find My Way" is a powerful indie-alt pop anthem about healing, self-discovery, and reclaiming strength after loss. Blending cinematic production with soulful emotion, this track captures the moment you rise from rock bottom and start to believe in yourself again. Driven by synth-guitar riff, harmonica textures, gospel-inspired harmonies, and a sing-your-heart-out chorus, it’s both deeply personal and universally empowering. A song for anyone who’s fallen, fought through the dark, and finally begun to see the light again.

“I’ve lost it all, but I’m still standing…”  this isn’t just a lyric, it’s a promise.

I Will Find My Way

An urban-wasteland hymn: serrated guitars over neon-ashen synths, pulse-driver drums, and bass that hits like rebar under concrete. Echoes of Ruin explores collapse and renewal—messages bouncing off broken architecture until they find a new rhythm.

What it sounds like
Retrosynth blaze + steel-toothed metal • cinematic grit • angular hooks • towering choruses.

Themes
Signal after the blackout • memory as scaffolding • rust, glass, and dawn • defiance you can dance to.

For playlists / mood
metalwave • dark synth • post-apocalyptic cinematic • night drive • training montage • adrenaline

Credits
Written, performed, produced & mixed by Vector Collapse (Chris Morley).
Artwork: industrial/ruin motif.

Suggested tags
retrosynth, synthwave, metal, metalwave, darksynth, cinematic, cyberpunk, industrial, VectorCollapse, EchoesOfRuin

Release notes
Mastered for punch and width. Play loud; let the skyline shake.

Hashtags
#VectorCollapse #EchoesOfRuin #Metalwave #Retrosynth #Synthwave #DarkAesthetic #NewMusic

Split Meridian

Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle’s Song) is a street-level pep talk for the people who hold a whole day together with a checklist, a key ring, and a smile. It walks through bus-stop wind and coffee steam, catching little moments of courage and passing them hand-to-hand. It’s warm, bright, and optimistic—the kind of song that lifts the skyline one step at a time.

If you’ve ever carried more than the paper could hold, this one’s for you.

—
LYRICS — “Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle’s Song)”

You tie your shoes like tying down weather
Pocket a list and a little luck
Bus stop wind and a coffee together
Carrying more than the paper can hold up

If the world gets heavy
Pass it hand to hand
Every step a steady
Simple, brilliant plan

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Keys on a ring like tiny planets
Rattle a rhythm the day can sing
You make a map with the way you manage
Door to door, you bring the spring

If the load starts slipping
Count it in to four
Breathe, adjust your grip and
Share a little more

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Raise your hands, the skyline follows
Sidewalk choir, steady drums
Every small good turns the tallest
Stone to rising sun

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle's Song)

I wrote this song after 2 near-death experiences I had in 2021. My recovery was filled with tears of emotions I forgot I had and a new understanding of life and my purpose.

Pain

Vector Collapse – “Future’s Gone”
from the forthcoming (unannounced) album Fail-Safe Hearts

A neon-noir slow burn: rain on broken asphalt, a blown streetlight spitting sparks, and one silhouette walking into a city that forgot his name. “Future’s Gone” blends moody retrosynth atmosphere with metalwave grit—like footsteps on an empty block.

—

Lyrics

A man walks into the night,
Shadows stretch beneath the streetlight.
His hands are torn, his coat is thin,
He’s worn out from what might’ve been.
The world don’t look back, it just moves on—
For him, there will be no dawn.

The future’s gone, it slipped away,
Like smoke from a cigarette in the rain.
Dreams he held, now cracked and drawn,
He walks alone — the future’s gone.

He once had fire behind his eyes,
Now it’s just a place where silence hides.
He gambled truth, he lost to lies,
Watched every promise vaporize.

The stars don’t blink for the damned too long—
For him, there will be no dawn.

The future’s gone, it slipped away,
Like smoke from a cigarette in the rain.
Dreams he held, now cracked and drawn,
He walks alone — the future’s gone.

No angel’s voice, no lover’s prayer,
Just bitter wind and vacant stares.
He tried, Lord knows, he fought the tide,
But some men drown from deep inside.

The future’s gone, like a dying song,
Played once loud but played all wrong.
The sky won’t break, the dark goes on—
He walks alone... the future’s gone.

He walks alone... the future’s gone.

A man walks into the night...
And for him, there will be no dawn.

—

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Tags: #VectorCollapse #FailSafeHearts #FuturesGone #Metalwave #Retrosynth #DarkSynth #NeonNoir #PostApocalyptic #CinematicSynth #NightDrive

Fail-Safe Hearts

Future's Gone

Hollow Frames trades in tension and quiet grit: a steady drum pulse, low bass lines, and retro synths circling around a voice trying to stay warm while the city keeps its distance. It’s about seeing life happen inches away and feeling it miss you—clear, simple, and to the point.

Lyrics

Windows stare with vacant eyes
People pass, indifferent skies
Echoes of footsteps fade away
I watch the colors turn to gray

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

Glass and steel, a mirrored maze
Every face a fleeting phase
I reach for something I can’t hold
Moments slip like molten gold

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

Synths shimmer in a distant glow
Bass hums low, but time moves slow
Shadows stretch across the floor
I seek what’s lost forevermore

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

—
#postpunk #retrosynth #darkwave #single

Hollow Frames

Reserve is the quiet thesis of Borrowed Bearings: the part of the journey where you keep something back, breathe on purpose, and move on when the road tilts. It isn’t bravado—it’s margin. In the album’s world of detours and recalibration, “Reserve” stands beside pieces like “Slow Is Smooth” and “Signal Fire” as the decision to pace yourself and finish the climb, not sprint it.

Across the broader seven-album arc, this track sits at the hinge between survival and intent. The early chapters reckon with rupture; Borrowed Bearings is the steadying of hands and the choosing of direction. “Reserve” marks the shift from reaction to discipline—learning to carry a light for later so the next ascent is possible. From here, the story moves toward commitment, building, and the cost of keeping promises.

Lyrics

Kept a little breath in the can,
Rainy-day power in the plan.
Not for show, not for war,
Just enough to cross the floor.

Save a spark when days are kind,
Cash it in when roads unwind.

Reserve—hold a light for later,
Make the climb feel smaller, straighter.
If the meters start to swerve,
I’ll be steady on reserve.
Reserve—quiet fuel,
Used with care, that’s the rule.

I don’t hoard, I don’t deny,
I just keep a cleaner why.
When the spiral wants a turn,
I’ve got minutes I can burn.

Call it margin, call it grace—
Either way, it buys me space.

Reserve—hold a light for later,
Make the climb feel smaller, straighter.
When the pressure tries to curve,
I go gentle—on reserve.

Reserve

“Perimeter Lights” is a chapter out of the Fail-Safe Hearts era of Vector Collapse — a song about learning boundaries the hard way after a quiet breakup. It’s that first stretch in a new place where the walls are thin, the phone is loud, and you finally decide who still gets through and at what cost.

Sonically it leans into progressive/symphonic metal with darkwave and retrosynth colors: low-tuned guitars, pulsing synth bass, and widescreen choruses that still leave space for the lyrics to breathe. It’s not about revenge — it’s about drawing a line where you stop burning your own life just to stay available.

Lyrics:

New place, thin walls, one key,
Phone on the table beside me.
First week here, I left it all on,
Every call, every ping, always on.
Heart still wired like the old house rules:
Answer fast, don’t be cruel.
Didn’t matter if it cut my night,
I was my own
Perimeter light.

Now it’s just me and a quiet room,
So I decide
What gets through.

I’m setting perimeter lights,
What I let in
And what stays outside.
Who can call after ten,
Who I don’t let in again.
Not revenge, not a cold “goodbye,”
Just the line where I don’t
Burn my own life.
If we talk at all, it’s on clear lines,
Under low, controlled
Perimeter lights.

Your name still pops on a random day,
Old thread wakes up, has something to say.
I used to answer just on reflex,
Let us drift back into the wreck.
Now I read it twice before I touch,
Ask myself, “Is this too much?”
If the answer feels like pulling scars,
I leave it there
Where the old words are.

You’re not the enemy in this scene,
I just need space
To stay clean.

I’m setting perimeter lights,
What I take in,
What I leave to night.
If you text, I don’t owe “right now,”
I can wait until I’ve calmed down.
Not a wall, not a petty stance,
Just a better
Second chance
For whoever I become next time,
Standing inside
These perimeter lines.

I used to think real love meant
No boundary, no consent,
Always on and always near,
Even when we lived in fear.
Now I know that staying close
Needs a gate that we both chose.
If I ever let someone in again,
They’ll see the switch,
And know what it meant.

I’m keeping perimeter lights,
Soft and steady
On the edges of my life.
If it’s safe, they stay on low,
If it isn’t, they don’t glow.
You can walk your own new street,
I’ll keep mine
On smaller heat.
No more burning through the night—
Just enough to see
Perimeter lights.

Door locked once, blinds half-drawn,
I breathe slow
With the ringer off.
Not afraid, not over-tight,
Just finally knowing
What I guard
At night.

Tags: vector collapse, Perimeter Lights, Fail-Safe Hearts, progressive metal, symphonic metal, darkwave, retrosynth, metalwave, synth metal, concept album


Perimeter Lights

Idle Saints – Drive

Drive is the sound of staying in your car a little too long after you park. It’s all instrumentals—no verses, no choruses to sing along to—just drums, bass, guitars, and synths pushing against each other until they feel like motion. Some tracks feel like empty streets and wet pavement, some feel like you’re flooring it on a road you probably shouldn’t be on, and some are just that low, steady hum that lets your brain wander.

This record was built for late nights, glowing dashboards, and half-finished thoughts. Put it on when you need to clear your head, when you don’t have the words yet, or when the only place that makes sense is the driver’s seat.

Tags:
Idle Saints, Drive, synthwave, metal, edm, instrumental, night drive, driving music, electronic, rock, heavy, atmospheric

Mixed Signals

To artists in trenches.
To musicians with a mission.
They fire each note like laser bullet 
right in the heart of the Beast.
 
GLORY TO THE NEON DIVISION   

#synthwave #heavymetal #HIGHENERGYWAVE #metalwave #VICTORYFOREVER 

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Neon Division

Give Sky Runner a listen!!
The song is also available on Bandcamp and Spotify. 
if you are wondering who made this awesome cover for Sky Runner, it's neiyg check him out on Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/neiyq/
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/track/7nbMRN6p0bI3wh6KOHcO0t?si=dVf2rHQXQVWGjOxGCx-ZXA

Sky Runner

Classically trained violist turned bass player turned tech guy and digital musician with a focus on metalwave, synthwave, and futurefunk.

Mixed Signals

Neurostatik Records