Got to Go My Way

What if every version of you—the brave one, the lost one, the angry one, the lonely one—were given a microphone?

A Monster of Me is a concept album disguised as a confession booth.
Across eleven tracks, Quantum me invites you into a hall of mirrors where each reflection talks back: the shameless self, the coward, the bureaucrat, the purist, the adolescent, the technodeterminist, the extremist, the nostalgist, the nihilist, the ironist… every mask you’ve worn to survive, every voice you’ve buried to stay sane.

Each song is a portrait of a “monster” that isn’t supernatural at all—
just painfully human.
These monsters whisper, argue, seduce, joke, deflect, confess.
Sometimes you root for them;
sometimes you recognise them;
sometimes you realise they’ve been running the show longer than you knew.

But the story doesn’t stay dark.
Woven through glitch-folk, indie-trap, electro-soul, and cinematic pop, the album traces a quiet rebellion: the moment the self stops fracturing and starts forming.
A journey from fragmentation to embodiment.
From masks to skin.

By the time the final track hits, one truth rises above the noise:

We’re all carrying monsters.
But none of them get the last word.

Listen from the beginning, or drop in anywhere—
every track is its own mirror,
and every mirror shows something worth looking at.

THE COWARD

Choram as rosas
Seu perfume agora se transforma em lágrimas
E eu me sinto tão perdido
Choram as rosas
Chora minh'alma
Como um pássaro de asas machucadas
Nos meus sonhos te procuro
Chora minh'alma
Lágrimas que invadem meu coração
Palavras da alma
Lágrimas, a pura linguagem do amor
Choram as rosas
Porque não quero estar aqui
Sem seu perfume
Porque já sei que te perdi
E, entre outras coisas
Eu choro por ti
Falta seu beijo
Você me abraçava
Sem teu corpo, sem teu beijo
Tudo é sem graça
Lágrimas que invadem meu coração
Palavras da alma
A pura linguagem do amor, oh, oh, oh
Só vocês eu quero ouvir
Canta Brasil!
Porque não quero estar aqui
(Vamo lá)
Porque já sei que te perdi
(Agora vão vocês)
Eu choro por ti
Choram as rosas
Porque não quero estar aqui
Sem seu perfume
Porque já sei que te perdi
E, entre outras coisas
Eu choro por ti, ih, ih, ih
Choram as rosas...

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