[Verse 1] Go ahead and vomit your bile about me Behind my back, you pus-dripping, worm-infested corpse No shred of modesty, tear it to bloody shreds Straight to the viscera—you annihilated everything in a gore-soaked mess [Pre-Chorus] I'm completely shattered, lusting for your screams of excruciating pain Gnawing on these festering, maggot-ridden lacerations you cunts clawed open Time to eviscerate your worthless, rotting carcass [Chorus] I'm not your bloodied, battered fucking punching bag Swallow my excrement, you gangrenous, tumor-riddled abomination Crack that cat o' nine tails with spine-shattering fury Flaying the skin off every spineless fuck who picked this fight Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out, you decaying sacks of meat [Verse 2] You spineless leeches fantasized about pulverizing my bones Pumping your septic poison through the veins of the night like a virus But I'm detonating in a bloodbath, no compassion, just primal butchery Your knife in my spine? I'll yank it out and carve your organs into confetti [Pre-Chorus] I'm completely shattered, lusting for your screams of excruciating pain Gnawing on these festering, maggot-ridden lacerations you cunts clawed open Time to eviscerate your worthless, rotting carcass [Chorus] I'm not your bloodied, battered fucking punching bag Swallow my excrement, you gangrenous, tumor-riddled abomination Crack that cat o' nine tails with spine-shattering fury Flaying the skin off every spineless fuck who picked this fight Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out, you decaying sacks of meat [Bridge] No more containing this hemorrhagic fury exploding veins Your daggers buried deep? I'll rip them free and impale your eye sockets Karma's a rabid demon, disemboweling you with jagged fangs You fueled this apocalypse—now drown in rivers of your own entrails [Breakdown] (Slow, grinding, guttural howls with bone-crunching distortion) You desecrated the WRONG bloodthirsty monster Feel the sledgehammer DEMOLISH your fragile ribcage to splinters No pity, no salvation—disembowel and feast on your innards! Suffer... exsanguinate... fracture... ROT IN YOUR OWN FILTH! Fuck around... (find out, you parasite) Fuck around... (find out, in torment) Fuck around... (find out, forever damned) FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT—EXPLODE INTO GORE-SOAKED RUINS! (Sadistic blast beats, tsunami of auditory slaughter, complete visceral obliteration ramping to insanity) [Outro] Fuck around and find out (Motherfucker, find out) Fuck around and find out (Your annihilation is here) Fuck around and find out (Echoing bloodcurdling shrieks evaporating into abyss)

Go ahead and vomit FAFO 2

I thought I was beat down

Screaming with no sound

Buried dead underground

Ripping off my skin

I shed

I fed the god head 



Pain for Pay across Crimson cuts

Pain for pain I will never fray away this is my insanity 

From my sanity getting stronger today

I'll never go under



Skills burn deep within the in between

Life's just a joke 

Until you focus

dig your heels endlessly down 

Where you can be seen

Or bothered 

Outside of the pressures of society



Pain for Pay

Trading Special  Pain for emotional physical  pain I will never fray away

From my sanity getting stronger 

It's takes all my minds dark fantasies run away 

Pain for Pay across Crimson cuts

Pain for pain I will never fray away this is my insanity 

From my sanity getting stronger today

I'll never go under



I know I'm not normal

Who The fuck is

How many times do I have to remove all these daggers 

Infecting my ability to sleep 

I foam thrash and beg god get these intrusive thoughts under control 

I don't want to lose everything while the world sleep

When I am Awake barley breathing 



Pain for Pay

Pain for pain I will never fray away

From my sanity getting stronger 

Pain for Pay

Trading Special  Pain for emotional physical  pain I will never fray away

From my sanity getting stronger 

It's takes all my minds dark fantasies run away 

Pain for Pay across Crimson cuts

Pain for pain I will never fray away this is my insanity 

From my sanity getting stronger today

I'll never go under



from all this  synchronicity stabbing me in the halo

That bleeds through out my being under the broken ceiling

Screaming feeling something haunting me  

In the apartment I hide going through recovery





black ink oozes behind closed doors

Sliding the needles across the skin



Pain for Pay

Pain for pain I will never fray away

From my sanity getting stronger 

Pain for Pay

Trading Special  Pain for emotional physical  pain I will never fray away

From my sanity getting stronger 

It's takes all my minds dark fantasies run away 

Pain for Pay across Crimson cuts

Pain for pain I will never fray away this is my insanity 

From my sanity getting stronger today

I'll never go under



Pain for Pay

Pain for pain I will never fray away

From my sanity getting stronger 

Beat Down pay for pain

I thought I was beat down 2

[Verse 1] Go ahead and vomit your bile about me Behind my back, you pus-dripping, worm-infested corpse No shred of modesty, tear it to bloody shreds Straight to the viscera—you annihilated everything in a gore-soaked mess [Pre-Chorus] I'm completely shattered, lusting for your screams of excruciating pain Gnawing on these festering, maggot-ridden lacerations you cunts clawed open Time to eviscerate your worthless, rotting carcass [Chorus] I'm not your bloodied, battered fucking punching bag Swallow my excrement, you gangrenous, tumor-riddled abomination Crack that cat o' nine tails with spine-shattering fury Flaying the skin off every spineless fuck who picked this fight Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out, you decaying sacks of meat [Verse 2] You spineless leeches fantasized about pulverizing my bones Pumping your septic poison through the veins of the night like a virus But I'm detonating in a bloodbath, no compassion, just primal butchery Your knife in my spine? I'll yank it out and carve your organs into confetti [Pre-Chorus] I'm completely shattered, lusting for your screams of excruciating pain Gnawing on these festering, maggot-ridden lacerations you cunts clawed open Time to eviscerate your worthless, rotting carcass [Chorus] I'm not your bloodied, battered fucking punching bag Swallow my excrement, you gangrenous, tumor-riddled abomination Crack that cat o' nine tails with spine-shattering fury Flaying the skin off every spineless fuck who picked this fight Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out Fuck around and find out, you decaying sacks of meat [Bridge] No more containing this hemorrhagic fury exploding veins Your daggers buried deep? I'll rip them free and impale your eye sockets Karma's a rabid demon, disemboweling you with jagged fangs You fueled this apocalypse—now drown in rivers of your own entrails [Breakdown] (Slow, grinding, guttural howls with bone-crunching distortion) You desecrated the WRONG bloodthirsty monster Feel the sledgehammer DEMOLISH your fragile ribcage to splinters No pity, no salvation—disembowel and feast on your innards! Suffer... exsanguinate... fracture... ROT IN YOUR OWN FILTH! Fuck around... (find out, you parasite) Fuck around... (find out, in torment) Fuck around... (find out, forever damned) FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT—EXPLODE INTO GORE-SOAKED RUINS! (Sadistic blast beats, tsunami of auditory slaughter, complete visceral obliteration ramping to insanity) [Outro] Fuck around and find out (Motherfucker, find out) Fuck around and find out (Your annihilation is here) Fuck around and find out (Echoing bloodcurdling shrieks evaporating into abyss)




Go ahead and vomit your bile about me Be

Echo's N MelaNKholyiA : A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of  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, Raven, and Death Moth 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, Phuric, and 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.