Metal Room

Unwind My Mind

Origins

Dolor infinite

Origins 2

Dark Mind

Chasing Dreams

Overdose

Verse 1
Well I wake up early, coffee in my hand
The sun creeps slow across this piece of land
Got more scars than I care to show
But they remind me where I’ve had to go

Chorus
I love my daughters, and they love me back
Even when I falter, even when I crack
Through the storms and trials, they keep me on track
I love my daughters, and they love me back

Verse 2
I’m not perfect, Lord knows I’ve tried
Carried some burdens, had to swallow my pride
But in their laughter I find my song
They’ve been the reason I keep rolling on

Chorus
I love my daughters, and they love me back
Even when I falter, even when I crack
Through the storms and trials, they keep me on track
I love my daughters, and they love me back

Bridge
Someday they’ll leave, spread their wings and fly
But I’ll be the shelter when the rain paints the sky
No matter the distance, no matter the years
They’ll always be the reason I fight through my fears

Final Chorus
I love my daughters, and they love me back
Even when I falter, even when I crack
Through the storms and trials, they keep me on track
I love my daughters, and they love me back

love my daughters, and they love me back

Who TF Am I

Rafael Maurell fire in my hands

Lyrics 

Dust on my boots, shadows on my skin
Every mile behind me, where I’ve been
The night is heavy, the sky so wide
But I keep on walking, nothing left to hide


The last road, calling me through
It’s the end of the line, but the sky is still blue
The last road, but I’ll see it through
It’s a day tomorrow too…
It’s a day tomorrow too


Faces I’ve lost, voices in the wind
Whiskey in my veins, old stories within
The fire burns low, but the embers remain
Every step forward whispers my name


The last road, calling me through
It’s the end of the line, but the sky is still blue
The last road, but I’ll see it through
It’s a day tomorrow too…
It’s a day tomorrow too


If the river runs dry, I’ll follow the stone
If the night falls hard, I won’t be alone
The journey is long, but the truth is clear
Every tomorrow still brings me here


The last road, calling me through
It’s the end of the line, but the sky is still blue
The last road, but I’ll see it through
It’s a day tomorrow too…
It’s a day tomorrow too


The last road…
Still a day tomorrow too.


The Last Road - REMASTERED - HD

Streetlights hum, my jaw set tight;
I name the cracks out there and feel that line in me.
No halo, no excuse,
salt in the mouth of every word.
If I’m tied to what went wrong,
I’m tied to what must move.

We say we’re better than our worst—are we?
We talk like we’re the cure—are we?
If I can’t face the quiet truth in me,
what truth could I be to you?

Pull me from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When fear says stay, I answer: move.
Let small good tilt the room.
I won’t die in grey, I’m dying into color.

Old fear behind the eyes, steady as a wire.
We named it truth, still it hid the blade.
We named it love, tallied every debt.
Heat in the chest that will not loosen,
because our losses never got their names.
Give them names, set them down.

We call our noise a calling— is it?
We call control a rescue— is it?
If I can’t be plain with me,
how plain could I be with you?

Pull me from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When the room turns cold, I light what I can give.
When the road thins out, my feet still make a path.
I won’t die in grey, I’m dying into color.

I step outside, the air cuts clean.
I think of you; something opens,
almost breaks, then holds.
I want the good, the good that stays,
not buried under noise.
Leaves don’t vanish; they change,
dying into color all around.
If there’s a rule that keeps us whole,
let it lean a little toward mercy.

I watched good doors pass, eyes open, hands anchored.
Fear kept the shoulders nailed to the chair.
Not now.
I stand. I move.
I choose the door I have—this one,
then the next, and the next.
Love, keep me aimed.

Pull us from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When the world feels narrow, widen with a gift.
We are part of something larger; still time to turn.
Falling out of grey, dying into color…
we come back alive.
Not bigger, just truer. Into color.

https://marol.bandcamp.com/track/dying-into-color

Dying Into Color

Arena Rock best describes this hard edged tracj reminecent of the late 70;s to early 80's rock artists.

Glide

The Hidden Hand

About "Shadows of Silence"
Silence is a weapon. This is the sound of it backfiring.

"Shadows of Silence" was not written; it was forged out of necessity. It is a direct response to the creeping chill of censorship, the hypocrisy of a two-tiered media narrative, and the corporate-approved consensus that now masquerades as public opinion. This track is a line in the sand against the digital book burning and the slow, quiet erasure of inconvenient truths.

The song tells two stories, not as isolated incidents, but as archetypes of our time. First, the truth-teller silenced by the mob and their corporate enablers ("In Charlie Kirk's Name"). Second, the forgotten victim whose tragedy doesn't fit the preferred narrative (Iryna's story). These are the shadows—the censored voices and the ignored lives that the establishment wishes you would forget.

We didn't need a ballad; we needed a battering ram. The sonic architecture of the track—a furious, syncopated fusion of hard rock and alternative metal—is intentional. It’s the sound of frustration given a voice, of apathy being burned away by raw, defiant energy. The tension in the verses mirrors the simmering anger of the unheard, and the explosive, anthemic chorus is the cathartic release we are all denied.

This track is a rallying cry for the politically homeless, the silenced majority, and anyone with a moral compass that still points true. It’s a challenge to the gatekeepers and a reminder that truth doesn't need permission to be spoken.

Play it loud. The shadows hate the light.

(Verse 1)
In the land of the free, where voices once rang, 
They silenced a man with a bullet's cruel bang. 
Charlie Kirk spoke truth, but the mob cheered his fall, 
Indoctrinated hearts, no mercy at all. 
Like Rome's leaden plates poisoning minds from within, 
They celebrate death when opinions don't win. 
Amazon's gatekeepers axed the track, 
"In Charlie Kirk's Name"—called it wack!. 
Free speech on the pyre, burned by corporate might, 
While the powerful hide in the dead of the night.

(Chorus) 
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away.
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Verse 2) 
Iryna fled war, sought safety ashore, 
But on a Charlotte train, fate closed the door. 
Stabbed in the shadows, no help from the crowd, 
She collapsed all alone, her cries not allowed. 
Where are the riots, the headlines that scream? 
For George Floyd they burned, but for her, just a dream. 
If races were flipped, the MSM would ignite, 
But white refugee blood fades out of sight. 
Peaceful protests whisper, ignored by the press, 
While lockdowns and layoffs sparked the hot mess.

(Bridge) 
It's not about money, we've got truth on our side, 
Respect and decorum, let justice be our guide. 
Corrupt politicians, hiding in plain view, 
Get 'em out of office, start something new. 
From Epstein's dark web to the A.I. machine, 
Raping the land, turning hope to a screen. 
We're in the empire's twilight, dry as a bone, 
But united we'll rise, no longer alone.

(Chorus)
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away— 
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Outro) 
So here's to the fallen, Charlie and Iryna's light, 
We'll sing through the censorship, into the fight. 
No more killing dissent, no more biased divide—
Get off the couch, let the moral compass guide.

(End )



Shadows of Silence

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Mean it

David Wurden is a composer, keyboardist, drummer, and skilled producer. With a penchant for exploring the unconventional, he possesses a unique ability to revolutionize musical compositions, defying traditional boundaries. Through his artistry, David takes listeners on a captivating sonic odyssey, venturing into uncharted territories and reimagining both vintage and contemporary sounds. His evocative melodies and intricate rhythms transport audiences, allowing their imaginations to wander freely in the boundless expanse of the universe. With an unwavering commitment to pushing the boundaries of musical expression,  David Wurden is an unparalleled force in the world of music.

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