Pure Like Porcelain

The Preservation Of Hate

Shrine

Levitate

Neverbloom

Widower (Remastered)

Half Living Things

Double-Edge Demise

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LYRICS

Into despair I fell 
Staring at the abyss 
I’ve become a fucking dead eyed passenger 
Stuck in a chokehold 
I’ve reached a new low

This talk of ascension it becomes obsessive 
Staring into the dark 
And I’ve become a dead eyed passenger 
Stuck in a chokehold
I’ve reached a new low

It’s all the fucking same 
Every single day 
Another day of endless suffering
I can’t see through the misery
I can’t take another minute of this agony

There’s nothing left of me

I feel so lost
I’m so hollow
We’re lost alone
Keep pushing back
Keep pushing back
So far from home 
And there’s no chance of going back now 

Into despair I fell 
Staring at the abyss 
I’ve become a fucking dead eyed passenger 
Stuck in a chokehold 
I’ve reached a new low

Swallowed alive by the darkest part of me 
All that I used to be
Is dead to me

I’ve reached a new low
An endless suffering 

It’s all the fucking same 
Every single day 
Another day of endless suffering
I can’t see through the misery
I can’t take another minute of this agony

I’m so hollow
We’re lost, alone
Keep pushing back
Keep pushing back
So far from home 

We’re lost, alone
We’re lost, alone

Swallowed alive by the darkest part of me 
All that I used to be
Is dead to me

Endless Hollow

Mana God

Ever had one of those night you need to crash out and self-destruct? V-Tach and Endtide are bringing you the energy to break shit and destroy. Warning: May cause sudden unexpected mosh pits.

Self-Destruct

Musica RaQuel Synths collab with Awesome Fox Music.  "Static tribal, broken wings"

Chrome Totem

This might be our most experimental record yet.
Maybe even the most dangerous one.

Psycho Killer isn’t here to comfort you — it’s here to crawl under your skin.
It’s a fever dream stitched together from dark pop, brutal death metal, grindcore, and the sweet, sick perfume of obsession.
Imagine if Billie Eilish, Nine Inch Nails, and Cannibal Corpse got trapped in a padded room together —
and decided to write love songs for their hallucinations.

This album is a trip through fractured minds —
self-reflection turned inside out,
lust twisted into paranoia,
madness dressed up like beauty.
Every track is a new personality,
a new voice whispering in the dark.

It’s sensual, psychotic, and brutally human.
A carnival of everything broken,
a love letter to the monsters we hide inside.

All of them share one truth:
They are Psycho Killers.
And maybe —
so are you.

PRINCESS IN RED

DCX2

Scythe

Generic

Generic

Diamond Construct