Rock

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nightmare Wonderland  infest pollute Heavy Dubstep 3d Audio  Industrial pop fused dark trance addictive, merge darkwave hip hop feel in sexual infused glitchcore, nu metal beautiful but death march Vocals seductively blended with horror with Lovecraftian and futuristic cyber matrix realities ripping atomic fusions, Addictive that explodes consumes
A massive, apocalyptic fusion of Dubstep, darkwave hip hop, glitchcore, pop trance, and nu metal, Crushing sub-bass and down tuned guitars pulse against brutal industrial percussion, layered with distorted glitches and trance synths, Seductive, androgynous vocals weave through static loops and whispered breaths, Intense drops, reversed FX, and warping reverb induce a breathless trance, while alien ambiance and glitchy death march rhythms spiral into an unresolved, otherworldly void, Intimately seductive blend Alien tech seductively blending terror, cosmic horror  sex, melting realities Soundscapes

Every wound is scarification within, 

Blind to sight,

Exposing the nerves as salt sleeps across the sores that bare the weight of the memory of pain,

Emotional Torment,

Rages like a tempest,

Forever lasting till the grave,

So is mood no Identity I can't keep it I walk away,

Finding myself in a room of mirrors,

Reflecting the parts of me,

Fragmented faces whisper tears to shine speak the last words of desire and suffering,

In the light of self thats missing a mouth,

One turns to four 

Host, 

To protector,

To destroyer,

Last The child,

Like a dagger splitting my mind in quatres,

But breaking the ties of thought and emotion 

In two that are destructive,

To infatuation a wild soul,

Love to self destruction, 

Stories untold, 

Slipping secrets to the world, 

One line at a time ,

My art of the mystery of what no one can see,

Trapped,

But I see the window the sun I might recover,

So in this winding road of words a hyperactive release of pain and agony,

I let the secrets breath to be seen,

In coded art of emotional thoughts I burn the symbols of communication 

To speak what I could never,

I want to be free,

I'm seeking peace,

But the sea of the world will soon over flood,

Running out in a disparate flash,

Please take these words to heart,

Their perfect but a broken part of me,

I want to speak,

I hope, 

It will be a good read,

I coil codes of memories that bleed into memory,

The blood of pure detached suffering,

RooM Of MirroRs

Heavy Dubstep, industrial dark emotional pop, haunting trance extremely addictive, merge darkwave hip hop feel in sexual infused glitchcore, nu metal beautiful but creepy death march vibe Vocals, slow funeral drag seductively blended terror with violence, distorted drop D tuning sinister power guitars, snaps kick d coffin, slams sub-bass tar lungs breathing, countdown to existential dread building glitch drops chorus opium scraping venom drip reverb androgynous male deep wail choking intensity raw release bridge heartbeat anxiety whispers, looping memory static cry disorientation horror disconnected outro fade dripping revenge extended slow fade-out end reverse back, ashes static eternal trauma dubstep beat drop leaking unresolved torment, nightmare, spooky dystopian, apocalypse, violent scary vibes alien otherworldly alternative rock, blend with mental visuals flask backs invasion holds fear, hope, isolation, abandonment worth fundamental Nothingness showing intimacy

Lyrics

 Just a junkie, 

Dirty hotel room,

Cracked door the bathroom,

Dim lights,

Candles burn,

People sitting on the floor,

The smell of despair feels my nostrils,

Broken mirrors,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

 

Hands wet with anticipation,

Sitting on a soiled blanket,

Preparing for my resurrection, 

Pale as moon light,

Saliva flooding my mouth no hesitation,

With haste I load my gun,

With the flower of sleep,

In a world that never cared or even mattered,

Honestly I wish I never came down,

After falling into darkness, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Pulling the surgical trigger,

I slip into the nothing,

Spinning into waves of empathy,

While emotions faded away,

All the pain I suffer despairs for a couple hours,

But never fixing anything I'm the only one to blame, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Please just leave me here,

Where I can't feel a thing,

Separating from my body,

Looking down at my lifeless body,

Turning blue from her grip around my throat,

But waking up vomiting only thirsty for more,

Get me out of this place,

Before I dead all alone,

I just pray someone take me away,

but I just remain in this death like state,

Until I just walk away,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

But never feeling a thing,

Just a reputative cycle,

Sickness forever,

In the end I escaped,

Never forgetting,

If you numb yourself from all pain

there's a price to pay,

To feel heaven on earth,

You have to walk through war and the fire of hell,

You pay with the unimaginable,

A price of suffering,

You become,

Undead, 





JuSt A JuNkiE


Heavy Dubstep, industrial dark emotional pop, haunting trance extremely addictive, merge darkwave hip hop feel in sexual infused glitchcore, nu metal beautiful but creepy death march vibe Vocals, slow funeral drag seductively blended terror with violence, distorted drop D tuning sinister power guitars, snaps kick d coffin, slams sub-bass tar lungs breathing, countdown to existential dread building glitch drops chorus opium scraping venom drip reverb androgynous male deep wail choking intensity raw release bridge heartbeat anxiety whispers, looping memory static cry disorientation horror disconnected outro fade dripping revenge extended slow fade-out end reverse back, ashes static eternal trauma dubstep beat drop leaking unresolved torment, nightmare, spooky dystopian, apocalypse, violent scary vibes alien otherworldly alternative rock, blend with mental visuals flask backs invasion holds fear, hope, isolation, abandonment worth fundamental Nothingness showing intimacy

Just a junkie, 

Dirty hotel room,

Cracked door the bathroom,

Dim lights,

Candles burn,

People sitting on the floor,

The smell of despair feels my nostrils,

Broken mirrors,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

 

Hands wet with anticipation,

Sitting on a soiled blanket,

Preparing for my resurrection, 

Pale as moon light,

Saliva flooding my mouth no hesitation,

With haste I load my gun,

With the flower of sleep,

In a world that never cared or even mattered,

Honestly I wish I never came down,

After falling into darkness, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Pulling the surgical trigger,

I slip into the nothing,

Spinning into waves of empathy,

While emotions faded away,

All the pain I suffer despairs for a couple hours,

But never fixing anything I'm the only one to blame, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Please just leave me here,

Where I can't feel a thing,

Separating from my body,

Looking down at my lifeless body,

Turning blue from her grip around my throat,

But waking up vomiting only thirsty for more,

Get me out of this place,

Before I dead all alone,

I just pray someone take me away,

but I just remain in this death like state,

Until I just walk away,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

But never feeling a thing,

Just a reputative cycle,

Sickness forever,

In the end I escaped,

Never forgetting,

If you numb yourself from all pain

there's a price to pay,

To feel heaven on earth,

You have to walk through war and the fire of hell,

You pay with the unimaginable,

A price of suffering,

You become,

Undead, 

Just A JuNKiE

Heavy Dubstep, industrial dark emotional pop, haunting trance extremely addictive, merge darkwave hip hop feel in sexual infused glitchcore, nu metal beautiful but creepy death march vibe Vocals, slow funeral drag seductively blended terror with violence, distorted drop D tuning sinister power guitars, snaps kick d coffin, slams sub-bass tar lungs breathing, countdown to existential dread building glitch drops chorus opium scraping venom drip reverb androgynous male deep wail choking intensity raw release bridge heartbeat anxiety whispers, looping memory static cry disorientation horror disconnected outro fade dripping revenge extended slow fade-out end reverse back, ashes static eternal trauma dubstep beat drop leaking unresolved torment, nightmare, spooky dystopian, apocalypse, violent scary vibes alien otherworldly alternative rock, blend with mental visuals flask backs invasion holds fear, hope, isolation, abandonment worth fundamental Nothingness showing intimacy

Just a junkie, 

Dirty hotel room,

Cracked door the bathroom,

Dim lights,

Candles burn,

People sitting on the floor,

The smell of despair feels my nostrils,

Broken mirrors,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

 

Hands wet with anticipation,

Sitting on a soiled blanket,

Preparing for my resurrection, 

Pale as moon light,

Saliva flooding my mouth no hesitation,

With haste I load my gun,

With the flower of sleep,

In a world that never cared or even mattered,

Honestly I wish I never came down,

After falling into darkness, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Pulling the surgical trigger,

I slip into the nothing,

Spinning into waves of empathy,

While emotions faded away,

All the pain I suffer despairs for a couple hours,

But never fixing anything I'm the only one to blame, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Please just leave me here,

Where I can't feel a thing,

Separating from my body,

Looking down at my lifeless body,

Turning blue from her grip around my throat,

But waking up vomiting only thirsty for more,

Get me out of this place,

Before I dead all alone,

I just pray someone take me away,

but I just remain in this death like state,

Until I just walk away,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

But never feeling a thing,

Just a reputative cycle,

Sickness forever,

In the end I escaped,

Never forgetting,

If you numb yourself from all pain

there's a price to pay,

To feel heaven on earth,

You have to walk through war and the fire of hell,

You pay with the unimaginable,

A price of suffering,

You become,

Undead

Just A junkie

Enlightenment N MelaNKholyiA

Heavy Dubstep, industrial dark emotional pop, haunting trance extremely addictive, merge darkwave hip hop feel in sexual infused glitchcore, nu metal beautiful but creepy death march vibe Vocals, slow funeral drag seductively blended terror with violence, distorted drop D tuning sinister power guitars, snaps kick d coffin, slams sub-bass tar lungs breathing, countdown to existential dread building glitch drops chorus opium scraping venom drip reverb androgynous male deep wail choking intensity raw release bridge heartbeat anxiety whispers, looping memory static cry disorientation horror disconnected outro fade dripping revenge extended slow fade-out end reverse back, ashes static eternal trauma dubstep beat drop leaking unresolved torment, nightmare, spooky dystopian, apocalypse, violent scary vibes alien otherworldly alternative rock, blend with mental visuals flask backs invasion holds fear, hope, isolation, abandonment worth fundamental Nothingness showing intimacy


Just a junkie, 

Dirty hotel room,

Cracked door the bathroom,

Dim lights,

Candles burn,

People sitting on the floor,

The smell of despair feels my nostrils,

Broken mirrors,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

 

Hands wet with anticipation,

Sitting on a soiled blanket,

Preparing for my resurrection, 

Pale as moon light,

Saliva flooding my mouth no hesitation,

With haste I load my gun,

With the flower of sleep,

In a world that never cared or even mattered,

Honestly I wish I never came down,

After falling into darkness, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Pulling the surgical trigger,

I slip into the nothing,

Spinning into waves of empathy,

While emotions faded away,

All the pain I suffer despairs for a couple hours,

But never fixing anything I'm the only one to blame, 



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   



Please just leave me here,

Where I can't feel a thing,

Separating from my body,

Looking down at my lifeless body,

Turning blue from her grip around my throat,

But waking up vomiting only thirsty for more,

Get me out of this place,

Before I dead all alone,

I just pray someone take me away,

but I just remain in this death like state,

Until I just walk away,



What I am was a monster,

Another shattered soul,

Sweating in excitement, 

Empty, 

Full of fury,

Insides twisting,

like flashes of vivid hallucinations ,

Buried

Track Marks

Infections,

I just wanted to feel affection,   

But never feeling a thing,

Just a reputative cycle,

Sickness forever,

In the end I escaped,

Never forgeting,

If you numb yourself from all pain

there's a price to pay,

To feel heaven on earth,

You have to walk through war and the fire of hell,

You pay with the unimaginable,

A price of suffering,

You become,

Undead, 

Keys To MelanKholyia

What I've Done

Meteora

Somewhere I Belong

Danzig

Mother

Brand New Eyes

All I Wanted

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Rosemary

Echo's N MelanKholyia: A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of Goshen, Indiana, Echo's N MelanKholyia emerges as a groundbreaking experimental music project, a testament to the transformative power of art in the face of inner chaos. Founded in 2025 by the visionary artist Nexus Khimera—known also as Echos or Mothyii—this endeavor is an AI-assisted alchemical fusion of raw emotion and sonic innovation. At 38 years old, Khimera channels a lifetime of introspection, beginning from therapeutic explorations at age 15, into a tapestry of sound that defies categorization. The project's name, with its deliberate misspelling, evokes distorted echoes of melancholy—fragments of pain rebounding through an eternal void, mirroring the fragmented realities Khimera weaves into every composition.
Khimera serves as the sole architect of Echo's N MelanKholyia, handling vocals, lyrics, production, and visual aesthetics with a chameleon-like versatility. Drawing from a deeply personal narrative of psychological navigation, the music acts as a manifesto for survival, blending co-conscious identity shifts and emotional rebirth. The band's conceptual "members"—envisioned as alters in a dissociative system—include Helix as the resilient core, Alice as the protective guardian embodying transgender identity and safety, Odium as the unflinching confrontor of hate and vacuum, Five as the frozen residue of past emptiness, and Suicide Gene as the unnamed pull toward nothingness, symbolizing unyielding survival code. These personas "speak" through layered vocals, reversed whispers, and glitchy confessions, creating a dialogue that invites listeners to confront their own shadows without judgment.
Musically, Echo's N MelanKholyia is a hypnotic storm of genres: traumacore's dissonant catharsis meets industrial gothcore's mechanical fury, nu metal's rap-growl aggression, post-darkwave's ethereal haze, glitchcore's chaotic distortions, and voidcore's abyssal emptiness. The result is an immersive, addictive soundscape—binaural beats pulsing at 40Hz and 174Hz to tie in seduction and euphoria, 3D audio for psychotic despair, and unpolished production that bleeds raw intensity. Themes delve into mental health's labyrinth: dissociation's void, addiction's grip, damaging relationships' scars, and the triumph of self-reclamation. Khimera's artistry extends beyond audio to visual realms, with album artwork featuring charcoal sketches, gothic horror elements, and luciferian symbolism, all crafted to evoke a "junkie holocaust death march" of creepy, apocalyptic introspection.
Since its inception, Echo's N MelanKholyia has released a series of chapters that push artistic boundaries, available on platforms like Spotify, Amazon Music, SoundCloud, Apple Music, Tidal, Qobuz, and TikTok. The project's YouTube channel serves as a portal for official music videos, behind-the-scenes glimpses, and community engagement, fostering a space where fans can explore their own narratives through Khimera's lens. With collaborations leveraging AI for production and thematic depth, the band stands as a beacon for the disenchanted, proving that art can heal, empower, and transcend.
Subscribe to Echo's N MelanKholyia on YouTube for a journey into the melanKholyia—where echoes of the past forge omegas of the future. For inquiries or collaborations, connect via Facebook or X (@Mothyii13). All rights reserved © 2025 Echo's N MelanKholyia.

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