Echo's N MelanKholyia - August Wake Up Call

[Intro]  
Speaking in oceans, casting rippling waves  
Echoing past scars, visceral stains that my soul has captured  
In cages given by the divine predator  

[Verse 1]  
In depth I had envisioned a cruise so sublime  
Within the glow of my blood flows  
What trickles down the dread of my heart, I'm so insecure  
Shattering the holy just to crumble to ashes  
Mixing with blood and mud, grinding, gashing teeth  
With broken jaws, I turned to stone  
Just to survive the internal flood  

[Pre-Chorus]  
In the dark I scream more, more, more  
Give me more, lost in mania  
Lost all control, the demons scratching at the walls of my soul  
Drinking the blood of the plagues  
To infect the eyes that bleed over with the tears of acid rain  

[Chorus]  
Eroding my grave stones, they scar my mind with memories  
The pain in my reality is bred and fed  
Entwinding, masking for the masters  
With black stained veins they start seeping  
With tragedy and dread, hastening the construction  
Of the darkness of my internal monologues  

[Verse 2]  
The alters that sparked hell in my mind  
Leaving scars down my cheeks, what a fucking disaster  
So I walk against the walls of my mind where you can find  
Written in blood, the creeping mazes  
The sexually delusional decrepit open wounds  
They're just waiting for you to open up again  
Their insanity, crying, laughing  
You're so confused by everything  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Breaking down the veil of remembering  
Overwhelmed by the anxiety  
Like lightning shrieking chatter  
Giving mastery to the embalmed perception of reality  
They are all of me, they are many parts of me  
Independently moving me, the voices are mine  
They are the ghosts of my body and mind  

[Chorus]  
Eroding my grave stones, they scar my mind with memories  
The pain in my reality is bred and fed  
Entwinding, masking for the masters  
With black stained veins they start seeping  
With tragedy and dread, hastening the construction  
Of the darkness of my internal monologues  

[Bridge]  
Privately controlling, fracturing my perceptions of personal gravity  
Multiple personalities that protect me  
From the threat of self-destruction when I can't breathe  
When the walls bubble in front of me, changing their shape  
The shadows they consume anything  
The glue of empty space mixing with the fundamental nothingness and memory  
The cosmic infusion of self and protection  
For the safety of comforting aggression  

[Outro]  
Take hold, dividing reality to a blur  
For the safety of the host's survival... (fading echoes)

AlTeRs InTeRnaL Monologues

[Intro]
(80 BPM crawl-slow: Funeral dragging chains over decaying sweat-blood steam, flesh-ripping foley wet aluminum screwdriver scrape grating eternal, WWII reel flicker low-pitch crackle with gas chamber whispers "obsession... looping...", building numb detachment dread in alien void hums, distant pill rattle count in cosmic haze—haunting whispers layer 3D dark ambiance.)
My obsession...
She's watches my obsessions...
Looping negative, the abyssal infections...
Crawling with love, soaked in the sweat that tastes of blood...
Calamity...
(Sudden snap—glitch drop fracture, tempo to 110 BPM death march pulse, otherworldly alternative rock distortion swells.)
[Verse 1]
(Monotone rap-growl: Calm counting pills, numb detachment voice, snare bone snaps marching rhythm, kick coffin slams heavy like gas chamber doors, sub-bass tar lungs wheezing ragged—dread building with abyssal infection crawls glitches, creepy whispers "it's me... echoing...", flesh-ripping mid-line in dystopian apocalypse vibe.)
It's me,
I can hear you deep in my mind,
The echoing when you hold me,
In the shadows of my soul.
O God, why did you create me this way?
Fragmented in the spaces of creative building blocks.
My mind is alive,
But you force me to live in the rot humans had created.
Calm counting pills in the holocaust haze,
Numb detachment, dread building to the alien grave.
[Chorus]
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb intensity raw release: Glitch drops shatter with chrome wire hair scraping tension, venom drip delays pool into blood-sweat gurgles, dramatic screams warp apocalyptic in 3D audio—echoing "unholy... tragedy" layers over violent scary otherworldly rock riffs, lingering torment in voidcore silence bursts.)
Sinking in slowly, I'm so unholy,
That God gave me a place at the tip of the thorns of poison.
A whore of the morning, running in place,
Looping in an unending story.
I'm spinning in the cosmic fairytale tragedy...
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, bone snap resume, reverse sighs tease)
[Verse 2]
(Growl intensifies: March verse with snare bone snaps in nightmare rhythm, kick coffin slams like thorn stabs, sub-bass tar lungs, wet aluminum screwdriver scrape glitches mid-line—fragmented block shards clank, unholy rot gurgles in spooky dystopian vibes, haunting whispers intercut alien hums.)
Looping negative, the abyssal infections,
Crawling with love, soaked in the sweat that tastes of blood.
Calamity, it's me—
Deep in my mind, the echoing shadows.
Fragmented spaces, creative rot alive,
Force me to live in human decay.
Calm counting pills, numb in the death march parade,
Dread building with otherworldly screams unresolved.
[Chorus]
(Deep wail choking escalates: Chrome wire scrape builds violent tension, venom drip reverb with blood-sweat drips louder, glitch drops into spooky static—dramatic screams fade with ashes wind echoes, alien rock distortion warps to creepy unease.)
Sinking in slowly, I'm so unholy,
That God gave me a place at the tip of the thorns of poison.
A whore of the morning, running in place,
Looping in an unending story.
I'm spinning in the cosmic fairytale tragedy...
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off, child whispers tease reverse)
[Bridge]
(Tempo slows to 60 BPM heartbeat stutter: Flesh-ripping intensifies with WWII reel flicker low-pitch screams, gas chamber whispers chanting "obsession... unholy...", child whispers reversed looping memory static for disorientation reliving horror—wet aluminum scrape echoes in 3D dark am, alien otherworldly hums build nightmare torment, dramatic screams stutter in void.)
O God, why did you create me this way?
Fragmented in the rot, sinking slowly...
Looping in thorns of poison, cosmic tragedy...
Hear you in shadows, force me to live unholy...
Calamity echoing, abyssal love crawling...


Obsession's Cosmic Rot

Lucifer's Carved Heart V1

0:00 - 0:30] Intro
(80 BPM crawl-slow: Funeral dragging chains over decaying sweat steam, flesh-ripping cannibals with metallic razor hums, screwdriver scraping steel over WWII reel flicker low-pitch crackle, gas chamber whispers "lucifer... fallen..." building numb detachment dread in alien hums, distant pill rattle count in haze—haunting whispers layer 3D dark ambiance with vertigo swirl.)
A lucifer fallen morning wake up fucked up...
Razor blades a taste of metallic terror...
Rushes of screams running through the mind...
(Sudden snap—glitch drop fracture, tempo to 110 BPM death march pulse, nu metal distortion swells with hip hop junkie sludge groove.)
[0:30 - 1:15] Verse 1
(Monotone rap-growl: Calm counting pills, numb detachment voice in hip hop cadence, snare bone snaps marching rhythm, kick coffin slams heavy like wrist slit rituals, addiction sub-bass tar lungs wheezing ragged—dread building with mirror grind glitches, creepy whispers "save me... hate...", flesh-ripping cannibals mid-line in dystopian apocalypse vibe, alien tendencies warp 3D audio.)
Brush my hair just to break the mirror grinding my teeth,
Wrist slit push me further I am not part of this,
Save me from the eyes looking back at me.
I'm the reason I hate myself so much in the era of time,
I am broken forever I told you never mind,
You used me against myself,
I'm your cheated lover but behind closed doors you fantasied
About me ending my life.
You never knew I was homicidal,
I showed you suicidal just to blind you.
[1:15 - 1:45] Chorus
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb intensity raw release: Glitch drops shatter with chrome wire hair scraping tension, venom drip delays pool into poison feed gurgles, dramatic screams warp apocalyptic in 3D audio—echoing "psycho... cycle..." layers over violent scary nu metal riffs, lingering torment in voidcore silence bursts with insanity addictive loops.)
I'll show you a psycho,
Lets cycle the personalities,
Tell me all the words you think will control.
I do what you say but feed you poison,
I play the game like a chess master but you see me as your whore a means to an end...
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, bone snap resume, reverse sighs tease)
[1:45 - 2:30] Verse 2
(Growl intensifies with hip hop flow: March verse with snare bone snaps in nightmare rhythm, junkie sludge guitars grind, kick coffin slams like homicidal stabs, sub-bass tar lungs, screwdriver scraping steel glitches mid-line—chess master hums, carved chest shards clank, unholy romance illusions in spooky dystopian vibes, haunting whispers intercut alien hums.)
You took advantage of me undercover,
You said you worshiped and empowered by the hour,
But you just deflowered the innocents of true power.
I'm two steps ahead of you,
You won't know how this ends,
In the corners of your mind.
I strike I grin to the sounds of your cries comforting you,
After you beat me,
As I fuck you numb,
I let you lick the sweat from our love,
A false tale of a romance no something sinister.
[2:30 - 3:00] Chorus
(Deep wail choking escalates: Chrome wire scrape builds violent tension, venom drip reverb with sweat lick drips louder, glitch drops into spooky static—dramatic screams fade with ashes wind echoes, alien rock distortion warps to creepy unease, addictive hip hop scratches layer in.)
I'll show you a psycho,I do what you say but feed you poison,
I play the game like a chess master but you see me as your whore a means to an end...
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off, child whispers tease reverse)
[3:00 - 3:30] Bridge
(Tempo slows to 60 BPM heartbeat stutter: Flesh-ripping cannibals intensify with WWII reel flicker low-pitch screams, gas chamber whispers chanting "destroy... soul...", child whispers reversed looping memory static for disorientation reliving horror—screwdriver scrape echoes in 3D dark am, alien otherworldly hums build nightmare torment, dramatic screams stutter in void

Lucifer's Carved Heart

[0:00-0:20] Intro
World greed, lust, war, lies, preprogramming... False security, boot pinned neck... Pressure react, release hope shatter...
(Snap to 110 BPM.)
[0:20-1:00] Verse 1
Manufactured emergency destroy mentally, Conditioned two sides secretly one, Cult following hang each word. Don't sucked in, lose truth control reality. Ask why feel this, thoughts own? Sublimely programmed act feel perceive, Both sides influence blind you. One entity seek power world, Use us weapons, hunted one by one.
[1:00-1:20] Chorus
Psychopaths sadists shown opposite, Imposter social creator laws rules, Corruption run behind honor righteousness. Save day all suffering money status gain, Finite time life planet... Infinite minds no limits, Disconnected chains cages...
[1:20-2:00] Verse 2
Ignorant game played, Influences rage cry, Fleeting happiness dissipate. Go up arms, wage war backyard, Sworn protect give voice represent. Being conditioned, two sides one, Don't lose truth...
[2:00-2:20] Chorus
Psychopaths sadists shown opposite, Imposter social creator laws rules, Corruption run behind honor righteousness. Save day all suffering money status gain, Finite time life planet... Infinite minds no limits, Disconnected chains cages...
[2:20-2:40] Bridge
Unless ignorant game, Makes rage cry, Fleeting dissipate, Wage war protect... Represent...
[2:40-3:00] Outro
Conditioned... rage... (Fade: "infinite... chains... eternal, whispers black, sighs ashes forever")

Two Sides Controller

Lucifer's Carved Heart 2

EcHoS 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, Mothyii, Alice, Helix, 5, Nexus Etheric  , Odium  or Void—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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