erse 1)  
I called you after all this time, just to say I'm safe but broken,  
Mentally shattered, on disability, doctor's orders keep me frozen.  
Twelve weeks minimum, maybe forever, no energy left to fight,  
But you blamed me for my sickness, said I caused my endless night.  

(Chorus)  
You don't get to lie anymore, you're dead to me, your voice is gone,  
Bruises hidden, secrets buried, but now the truth will carry on.  
You beat me down from fifteen on, till I ran from your cruel hell,  
Rapes unspoken, disbelief choking, monsters in the shell.  
I hope you rot, I hope you burn, for the pain you gave for free,  
CPDSD, BPD, Stockholm chains, you broke the soul in me.  

(Verse 2)  
Environment carved my madness, not my choices, not my fault,  
Verbal knives and emotional storms, your violence never halted.  
Never see you, never visit, no "I love you" from my lips,  
World will hear my every scar, from your narcissistic grip.  
Raped or beaten by your hands? Both killed me piece by piece,  
No forgiveness, no regrets, just hatred's cold release.  

(Chorus)  
You don't get to lie anymore, you're dead to me, your voice is gone,  
Bruises hidden, secrets buried, but now the truth will carry on.  
You beat me down from fifteen on, till I ran from your cruel hell,  
Rapes unspoken, disbelief choking, monsters in the shell.  
I hope you rot, I hope you burn, for the pain you gave for free,  
CPDSD, BPD, Stockholm chains, you broke the soul in me.  

(Bridge)  
Friends in rooms, babysitters' touch, scalding baths and endless fear,  
Slept in closets, dryers hiding, from the monsters drawing near.  
Tried to kill him, choked unconscious, alter switched to save my life,  
You called me names, lied to the world, cut me with your strife.  
Brain damage, heart destruction, paying for your crimes each day,  
Songs will scream your secrets loud, make you fade away.  

(Verse 3)  
Filing charges, seeking justice, for the lifetime you destroyed,  
Neglect and molesters, assaults in shadows, innocence void.  
Not innocent, not forgotten, your end I won't mourn or see,  
Die slow, suffer alone, that's the curse from me.  
Thousands of tracks, world will know, every horror you allowed,  
Protecting myself, no guilt in that, screaming pain out loud.  

(Outro)  
You're nothing now, just echoes fading, in my mind you're already gone,  
Blind to manipulation, finally free at dawn.  
I hate you both, forever etched, but I'll rise from what you broke,  
This poem of pain turns to fire, in every word I spoke.

Broken The Soul In Me ( Goth Nu Metal )

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 Void , Echos, Mothyii, Alice, Helix, 5, Nexus Etheric  , Odium  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.