Echo

Fighting Gravity

Hunger Pangs

Soft Spine

“It was nothing.”
“Just a sound.”
Then I woke up on the floor, fists bleeding.

I held the day like a loaded gun
Thought I’d buried all the damage done
But you slipped in like static flash
One word—and the whole world crashed

I saw your ghost in the shape of the light
I heard your laugh, and it cut like a knife
I braced for calm, I got the storm—
Now I’m screaming in a uniform norm

It was nothing
Just a phrase
Just your name
In someone else’s face

It was nothing—
But it tore me apart
Every fucking trigger rewires my heart

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I’m back at the edge
My body remembers
What I swore I’d forget

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I tear through the seams
You’re not in my life
But you still own my screams

I collapse like clockwork
On a landmine of dreams
I breathe.
You detonate me.

Picked my teeth off the bathroom floor
Swore this time I’d feel no more
But your name still fits in my mouth
Like a knife I can't spit out

I punch the mirror like it might forget
Bleed just to prove I still exist
I'm a shrine to the hurt I hide—
A trigger dressed in human pride

It was nothing
Just a tone
Just a look
In someone I don’t know

It was nothing—
Just my brain on repeat
But I taste your goodbye every time I breathe

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I’m back at the edge
My body remembers
What I swore I’d forget

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I tear through the seams
You’re not in my life
But you still own my screams

I collapse like clockwork
On a landmine of dreams
I breathe.
You detonate me.

You moved on—I relive
You healed—I split at the seams
You forgot—I fucking REMEMBER
EVERY TRIGGER. EVERY SCENE.

I BUILT THIS CAGE. I SWALLOWED THE KEY.
I’M NOT JUST BROKEN—I’M DESIGNED TO BLEED.

TRIGGER POINT—
I don’t even fight
Just brace for the bleed
As the memory bites

TRIGGER POINT—
It’s not you, it’s me
I made this prison
Out of your memory

I don’t move, I don’t scream
Just burn in routine
There’s no cure for this dream—
I am the trigger
I am the scene

Act of Corrosion - Trigger Point

Some ghosts don’t stay buried.

AIBRY’s Whispers Beneath the Ash isn’t just an album — it’s a breakdown rebuilt into something louder. Mixing metalcore and trap, this record crawls out of the wreckage with heavy riffs, suffocating 808s, and spoken word pieces that feel like they were carved into the walls of a burning house.

Listen if you dare. Play it alone, but don’t say you weren’t warned.

Hunger Pangs

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