🚨 New Track: "Lost in the Static" 🚨
For the lonely hearts lost in today’s digital haze. This alternative rock anthem speaks to the yearning for love that doesn’t just exist in DMs or fleeting connections. Turn it up, close your eyes, and feel the search for something real.

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Lost in the Static

"My Best Mistake" is a beautifully layered exploration of young recklessness, passion, and self-discovery. It’s a defiant anthem of experience over regret, reminding listeners that sometimes the worst decisions make for the best memories.

My Best Mistake

MY BEST MISTAKE

I have nothing more to say.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.
I have nothing more to say.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.

I'm not crossing
another border with you.
I can't afford
to be injured any more.
I'm looking to retire
from the manic fray.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.
Oh! Silencio!
.....Silencio!
..........Silencio!
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.

Let me sleep.
Let me sleep.
Let me keep
a deep communion
.....with my soul.
Let me sleep.
Let me sleep.
Let me keep
a deep communion
.....with my soul.
Let me find a reunion
to make me whole
.....again.
Let me find a reunion
to make me whole
.....again.

If only I can place
all my bits back together.
I might stand a chance
of weathering tomorrow.
I have tethered myself to
sorrow for far too long.
But the laughter's gone.

The laughter's gone.
.....The laughter's gone.
I've lost
.....my taste for balloons.
I've wasted too much time
.....on selfish buffoons.

The laughter's gone.
.....The laughter's gone.
I've lost
.....my taste for balloons.
I've wasted too much time
.....on selfish buffoons.
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.
Oh! Silencio!
.....Silencio!
..........Silencio!
Let silence be
.....the order of the day.

SILENCIO

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Kärlek är

There’s a part of you that drifts somewhere else when the house gets still — and I see it.
This one’s for the quiet you, the deep-thinking, hope-holding version you don’t always let out loud.
I don’t just love the way you live…
I love the way you dream.

When She Dreams

What a Night

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Grenfell. A Story Forever Told

Call It What It Was

(Verse 1)
Four walls know me better than the street outside
Where every passing glance feels like a storm I hide
The ceiling hums a song I know by heart
This little room’s where I don’t fall apart

(Pre-Chorus)
The world out there moves way too fast
But in here time forgets to pass

(Chorus)
I feel safer in my bedroom, lights turned low
No one’s here to judge the side I never show
Close the door, let the quiet fill the air
Out there I’m a ghost, but in here I’m aware

(Verse 2)
The window’s just a frame for a world I don’t need
I’ve got my comfort, my books, my screen
No footsteps, no voices, no games to play
I can finally breathe when I stay away

(Bridge)
Maybe it’s lonely, maybe it’s small
But these walls don’t let me fall
Every fear outside gets drowned in sound
In my room where I feel found

(Chorus)
I feel safer in my bedroom, lights turned low
No one’s here to judge the side I never show
Close the door, let the quiet fill the air
Out there I’m a ghost, but in here I’m aware

(Outro)
Let the world keep spinning, let it go
I’ll stay where I feel whole
Safer in my bedroom, far from the fight
Living in my own soft night.



i feel safer

Is It Wrong That I Didn't Cry?

Say farewell

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Call It What It Was

Cyber Chord

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