Monsters in Her Bed

Cursed and Crowned is a relentless journey through spiritual battle, redemption, and raw emotion. Inspired by the heaviness of Bullet for My Valentine and the cinematic depth of modern metalcore, it blends crushing breakdowns, soaring clean choruses, and lyrics that confront the darkness head-on while pointing to the light. From the haunting “Graveheart” to the anthemic title track, every song bleeds passion, pain, and the victory found in surrender.



Cursed and Crowned

バカなウソで (With Your Stupid Lies)

Scars of the past

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Experiment On Me

Anarchy

Gaijin’s Revenge

In concrete veins, the poison flows
The city breathes, a dying rose
We sold the sky for a little more light
Now a rusting sun bleeds into the night
The children play with bones and wire
Setting their plastic dreams on fire
Yeah, we built our heaven on a fault line crack
And we all know there's no turning back

I wear my skin like a porcelain tear
A pretty shell for all the fear
We are the glass-eyed dolls on display
Winding down at the end of the day
Our lullabies are the static's hiss
Sealed with a sterile, digital kiss
We traded our souls for a silicon dream
And nobody hears you when the future screams

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

God is a glitch in the mainframe's hum
A broken promise for the deaf and dumb
The angels are choking on acid rain
Selling salvation for a little more pain
We crucify ourselves on screens of blue
For a 'like', a 'share', a "we love you"
It's the new religion, the sacred lie
A perfect world where we all can die

Love is a code we forgot how to write
A ghost that flickers in the pale moonlight
I trace the scars on your vacant face
Another product I can't replace
We whisper secrets in algorithms deep
While our hollow bodies are fast asleep
This empty stage is our only home
Under a broken, holographic dome

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

Countdown to zero!
We are the beautiful ruin!
Inhale the fallout!
Exhale the human!
We are the virus and the cure, so pure, so pure!

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

The afterglow...
We are the afterglow...
fade to nothing... (nothing)

Soul Siblings

The afterglow

Feeling a slightly different style lately. Hope you enjoy.

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Choke Me (with Love)

Force of attraction
Gravitational tides
Cosmic background radiation

My blood, a dark matter

Orbital resonances
Gravitational slingshot
Cosmic expansion

The dark matter that composes me
The dark energy from which I come
The sterile neutrinos surrounding me
The antimatter of my destination

Stellar winds
Relativistic jets
Planetary magnetospheres

My blood, a dark energy

Precession of orbits
Polar auroras
Universal constants

The dark matter that composes me
The dark energy from which I come
The sterile neutrinos surrounding me
The antimatter of my destination

I have a magnetar in my heart
And vampire stars are searching for me
It is the gamma burst too far
I say stop to cosmic inflation

Is it a hypernova that draws me in?
I will follow a cosmic pillar of radiation.

Dark matter
Dark energy
Sterile neutrino
Antimatter
My blood, my blood

The dark matter that composes me
The dark energy from which I come
The sterile neutrinos surrounding me
The antimatter of my destination

Dark Matter (Prog Metal reload)

Read-read-read
note-note-note
footnote the soul of a mole in a coat
Ink-ink-ink
scratch-scratch-scratch
argue ‘bout the meaning of the word dispatch
Mark-mark-mark
quote-quote-quote
stack your sources ‘til the shelves revolt

Our coffee’s black as our funding gap
our deadlines bend like a yoga map
We publish thoughts no one will heed
but glory’s in the planted seed

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

We mine in texts nobody reads
stacking scrolls like ancient reeds
A grant’s a dragon guarding lore
you flatter it, it gives you more

Work-work-work, till the candles die
rewrite the truth with a scholar’s lie
Proof-proof-proof till the moon’s been spun
and toast to the joy of the kingdom of Some

Ink-stained hands and a mind half-mad
argue with ghosts you never had
Measure the weight of a metaphor’s bone
and carve your thesis into stone

Trade your hours for immortal lines
digging through dust for half-formed signs
Argue ‘til dawn on a point obscure
declare the riddle “still unsure”

Who holds the key to the scholar’s vault?
"We do! We do! It’s all our fault!"
Who stacks the scrolls ‘til the shelves cave in?
"We do! We do! Let the work begin!"

Push-push-push the ink along
sing-sing-sing the unwritten song
laugh-laugh-laugh at the scholar’s jest
then bind it in the Book of Rest
Dig-dig-dig through the dusty mind
find-find-find what the rest won’t find

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

And when the ink runs dry at last
we drink to the future
and footnote the past
Read-read-read
Write-write-write

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

Work-Work-Work

 Wake Beneath the Cross is a post-hardcore concept album that fuses Christian faith with Lovecraftian dread, unfolding across a cursed coastal town lost to ancient darkness. Through haunting lyrics and explosive instrumentation, the album follows a cliffside poet, a redeemed foreigner, and shipwrecked sailors as they confront demonic forces, ancestral idols, and the cost of salvation.

 Each track is a chapter in their spiritual war—lamenting long voyages through profane lands, breaking tribal curses, and ultimately facing a final choice: escape on the last ship, or stay and fight for a town that may already be lost. With themes of redemption, sacrifice, and divine defiance, the album ends on a cliffhanger, leaving the fate of the town—and the souls within—up to the listener’s interpretation.

 For fans of narrative-driven heavy music, Wake Beneath the Cross is both a battle cry and a benediction.

Last Light Before the Wake

Project cancelled. No further new content.

The afterglow

In memory of Clementine