Versus 1 



Rotten Apples

Decay

Set Aflame 

Wearing my Razorblade crown hair ratted out looks insane I'm ok I 

Covered my scars in Black out

 tattoos covering  and self harm tattoos sing for every piercing a bullet to my heart was the executioner 

I only made it this far 

In my recovery from myself 

I'm my worst enemy

But I'm the fucking shit



Chorus

Rotten apples, we decay in the light Set aflame, wearing crowns in the fight I'm the nightmare, the scream in the night But I'm rising, unbroken, igniting the sight Covered scars, blacked out, pierced through the heart Recovery's war, but I'm tearing apart The enemy within, now I'm the queen of the art Fucking shit, yeah, this is my start



Versus 2



I'm the nightmare I'm fucked in the head drug addict sex addicted mess

Deep in the back of your mind

Deep underneath the subconsciousness

 we speak 

We scream 

We fuck

We breed

We eat all your memories you are not to be facing dear 

All this Bleeding out all our suffering 

Heroin needles loaded numb to the core

No give me cartages , weed, music, sex and a week up and I'll give you a master piece   

Time to take myself out but life after death after experiencing it multiple times it's so boring I better make this life count because quantum immortality  even 3 minutes feel like 1000 life times


Chorus

Rotten apples, we decay in the light Set aflame, wearing crowns in the fight I'm the nightmare, the scream in the night But I'm rising, unbroken, igniting the sight Covered scars, blacked out, pierced through the heart Recovery's war, but I'm tearing apart The enemy within, now I'm the queen of the art Fucking shit, yeah, this is my start



(Bridge)

I'm the nightmare I'm fucked in the head drug addict sex addicted mess

Deep in the back of your mind

Deep underneath the subconsciousness

 we speak 

We scream 

We fuck

We breed

We eat all your memories you are not to be facing dear 

All this Bleeding out all our suffering

Heroin needles loaded numb to the core

Time to take myself out but life after death after experiencing it multiple times it's so boring I better make this life count because quantum immortality even 3 minutes feel like 1000 life time



Chorus

Rotten apples, we decay in the light Set aflame, wearing crowns in the fight I'm the nightmare, the scream in the night But I'm rising, unbroken, igniting the sight Covered scars, blacked out, pierced through the heart Recovery's war, but I'm tearing apart The enemy within, now I'm the queen of the art Fucking shit, yeah, this is my start



Versus 3

Onyx ink Tattoo machines I feel the impulsion to cut I load up a mag Use it as a liner as I tattoo over all my scars all my pain Etching stories in my skin, where the blade used to reign Permanent shadows, chasing the ghosts away From the wrists that whispered suicide notes every day Now the needle's my savior, buzzing through the vein Turning self-destruction into art that's unchained I'm a canvas of chaos, reborn from the flame No more hiding in darkness, I own every shame



Chorus

Rotten apples, we decay in the light Set aflame, wearing crowns in the fight I'm the nightmare, the scream in the night But I'm rising, unbroken, igniting the sight Covered scars, blacked out, pierced through the heart Recovery's war, but I'm tearing apart The enemy within, now I'm the queen of the art Fucking shit, yeah, this is my start

Rotten Apples & Tattoo Ink Alice

Rotten Apples Under Tattoo Ink

Rotten Apples Under Tattoo Ink 2 13

Rotten Apples Under Tattoo Ink 3

[Verse 1]
Junkie Trap House, Heroin Den drenched in blood wrath
Suicidal King, throne built on shattered aftermath
Lustful submissive, dissociation's dark mastermind
Leader of the Order, blood eclipse occult grind
Whispers from the void, symbols seared in skin
Forbidden knowledge flows, where death and life begin
[Pre-Chorus]
Traveled the veil, back and forth through hell's gate
Suicidal panic? Fuck that, elevate the state
Chase the dragon fierce, till the abyss retreats
High as fallen angels, where the reaper concedes
[Chorus]
Let's blaze so high, the devil's blind and lost
Shadows swallow us whole, at any cost
Junkie Trap House, veins on fire blaze
Vanishing in venom, through the toxic haze
[Verse 2]
Stranded on shores of black-white limbo's cruel divide
Steel spoons sizzle, vinegar's venomous tide
Circle the glass altar, bedroom crypt, office tomb
I snarl "Next," igniting the ritual's doom
Powder plummets, distilled death in the mix
Flames devour, boiling the ultimate fix
[Pre-Chorus]
Filter the filth, knots twist in ravaged flesh
Breath ragged, obsessed—nothing else, nothing fresh
Flee this cursed realm I loathe yet crave insane
Dope sickness claws, dragging me back in pain
[Chorus]
Let's blaze so high, the devil's blind and lost
Shadows swallow us whole, at any cost
Junkie Trap House, veins on fire blaze
Vanishing in venom, through the toxic haze
[Bridge]
Heroin blood bath, Suicidal King's savage reign
Eclipse Order rises, occult chains unchained
Life-death shuttle, symbols etched in bone-deep scars
Panic attacks shattered, we ascend to the stars
Trap house torment, love twisted in the grind
High eternal, leaving the world behind
[Outro]
Limbo's jagged edges, black and white collide
Spoons summon sirens, for the ultimate ride
Junkie congregation, lost souls in the fray
Soar beyond sight, where demons decay
Sickness surges, but the high devours all
Devil hunts in vain—we're beyond the fall

Toxic Haze

Toxic Haze 2

Toxic Haze 3

Toxic Haze 4

Goddess of lust

TraumaCore

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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.
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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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