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Echo's N MelanKholyia From Trauma To Enlightenment

BoRdeRliNe DiSsoCiAtiVe IdeNtiATieS Chapter 1

LOST SOCIETY - Awake

This song is a playful yet fiery take on summer nights and smoldering emotions. Set against the backdrop of a cozy campfire, it blends lighthearted imagery with underlying tension, capturing the spark of connection and the unpredictable burn of passion. It's about the heat that rises when feelings get sticky—and what’s left behind when the flames die down.

S'more Heat

Unleash the fury with 'Die Within Me,' a nu metal anthem that channels the raw frustration of being silenced and suffocated. With haunting lyrics about feeling unseen and unheard, this track delivers intense emotion through AI-generated music that hits harder than ever. Perfect for those who refuse to be ignored, this song is a testament to resilience and rebellion. Turn it up and let your voice be heard.

Lyrics and Music © 2025 Siddhartha Chen (RealAsianRobot)

DIE WITHIN ME

included some darksynth tracks I made music videos for on this album.

The Kick (Father’s Lesson) (1)

Lucifer Fallen Morning

Decayed but borrowed in emotional chains, 

To face the goal I run and hide in fright,

 As the moon turns black in the night,

Repercussions, 

Locked in the dark tied to a chair,

 For hours on end,

I was only a seed 

What where you,

Slaps across the targets features, the windows of the soul connects To the wood,

Impacting the set of the chair, 

The cries begin, 

As mother became the enemy,

Manipulating emotions,

Acts and thoughts to words twisted like wires and as abundant as hair on the head,

Am I that horrible,

Taken in a corner wear a cone as a hat,

At such age when the world is neon bright,

Not once but three,

At five to twelve to fifteen,

Formed,

A play toy made of expressionless faces,

Numbed detached from sensations,

Floating in the air screams like a bullet with more than a silencer for sounds attention,

In whispers that never make it to the clouds,

Rain pour without ever hitting the ground,

Dancing in agony,

In a grave made of shadows, 

That move and clip,

Marked with cigarette burns that identify vintage films,

Moving in silence is the game that's said,

Obey, 

Silent,

Softly one might cry but a programmed drought was engineered to replace the visual emotional movie preview, 

So nears what feels evaporated, 

A mist of dew suspended mid air, Motionless in the motion of time,

The aftermath feels like forever locking away all sight of description ,

Until the return,

Releasing the captivity 

The last breath you feed into your image,

Fades as quick as the reflex of a blunt trauma impact. 

The Seed Of the Begotten A Tragedy 2

Glass walls cracked and fractured,

A world all our own where toxic gases bloom , 

The inner world the self that is cut in pieces ,

Rebuilt held together with light threads, 

Locked in knots with a meaning of hope that encounters horrors before revival the heaven of perfection the eternal hour,

Sleeping minds speak,

 Four vocal tones differing inner monologues convert from, Debating logic to pure reason,

To be release to breath,

When the outer perception Is reviewed showing what beholds Perceiving of a vocal singular chameleon , 

The host a possession that looks genuine,

But as natural,

As the perfection of pearls,

While three sleep dormant;

For the one speaking, 

Becomes like a symbiotic lover, 

Protecting the original host from destruction, 

Emptiness is when I start to breath in a full blown reality, 

The stillness of mental clarity,

When the inner child dissolved with agreement of safety,

While the mental code designed and a behavior like a double helix, Twisted engineered sends signals, 

So like being a product reborn to excel,

A inhumane extraterrestrial, And fuel with a added genetic superiority promoting attitude reflected a army,,

A vocal identity living without humanity but a otherworldly entity,

Whispering In the corridors where the succubus gash teeth protracting inner tongues licking at the host cradling protective like parenting

Armed, 

Physical power,

Alive,

 A metaphor for as real as the senses in waking life,

A violence injected like the act of insemination ,

Actions taken to the enemy like parasites in a frenzy,

Produced by the dopamine of a lovers first union,

 After the invocation, 

The passionate martial declaration ,

the poetry spoken but as permanent as  wrapped scrolls Impregnated,

Encased  in earth's mercury and plated so embedded,

With precious gold,

Wearing clothing made of the emotional numb the mask we wear

Together making the only one expression lost in a dream ,

No one can see what we hold together as one,

In sections to boils and fear,

What was lost to the child inside you hold dear,

Dead to the eyes as the world breaks and falls away,

Rest,

No,

Action repeat,

Don't forget we're here to hold your experiences,

That you can not bare to carry alone,

Safety is this mercy I believe it is safety


What's Beneath Dissociative Identities

So cold in audio focusing on the white static reality, 

Bones black as incinerated bones,

Fear,

The fear is lingering,

Run,

To take cover in singular voided emptiness

For the purpose ahead,  

Laying in the silence,

Emotions reverse from reactions to inspiration 

Merging with liquid inspiration,

Like a chemical spill,

Making toxic the pool of blood the gives life to breath,

The outlet of a skill giving relief and enlightenment 

 Begging to be drowning in the visual euphoria,

But once free,

Begins the process, 

 Unknowingly intoxicating everyone,

 Distorting everything,

Into a functioning external fantasy,

 Of what walks in existence, 

The visuals leek into the stomach of the mind begin, 

The vomiting to purge tragedy and the eternal consumption of experiences,

Expelled the words like casting spells in the dark ages,

Hoping to spread like plagues against nations asleep to the effects of the agony just behind them, 

But the continual action and pulses,

 Are captured to then evade,

Repeating the ritual,

  Just dry heaving in rigged movements,

 Laughing in flames mute,

 While inscribing the words the muses sing,

The coded expressions intertwined In webs released ,

The contents that like a hurricane pour as rain but hell fire engulfs and devours,

Acid tears engraving messages on the  surface of tongues,

Sending the consciousness into fits of a writing,

 A rushing frenzy full of fury and mystic artistry    

Passing the land of visual ecstasy,

Expelling the incantations that are blending together,

Infusing them in the sheets of wood and slabs of clay, 

To be forever preserved,

Wondering from thoughts to melting emotions coagulate,

 Reconstructing experiences into messages from memories haunting the realm of mankind,  

 Finding a empty box to hide the contents of all other skills that remains before the progression takes hold,

So the trance embed artist within can excel all obstacles formed from the blind oracles,

To seal the work forever embedded in the minds,

 Of all those who choice, 

To indulge in the expression of art,

Expression Of the divine  



The Coded Expressions So The Indulgence Of Art MelanKholyia

Underserving locked in focus no words to bury

 The sleeping gods I have their token as the treasure, 

 Of illuminated lust,

 Disappearing in the fire fields,

 So Life is so worthless with the screams of light haunting me,

A parasite, I am lobotomized, voices speaking in red this frequency,

 Controlling my brain will this ever go away lost in space trapped in time,

 Faces slip off in the reflection of the mirror

Underserving locked in focus no words to bury the sleeping gods,

I have their token as the treasure of illuminated lust,

 Disappearing in the fire fields, 

So Life is so worthless,

 With the screams of light uncover in the suffocated memories,

Reverse the transfer am I corrupted,

Lost all of everything,

I propose I take a leave,

 The corpse buried under cement I casted a spell for relief will you ever know?,

Bring me down to earth again,

Living in the memory of a defiled martyrium,

Salivating at the thought of a savior,

I am the ghost in the reflection,

So I am,

Entering the phases I have tranced in front of me,

Underneath the sleeping world,

Gone but walking in wonder,


A SleePlesS RAge

(Verus 1)

Hide all my emotions from the outside,

Over stressed with a mask on my face,

A broken smile laying in the inside,

Tears dry like dust they spill, 

I'm so sorry you can't see the truth,

It's ok I've lived a moment in time,

Sands on the earth wrap and roll around, 

Like the memories that we take to the ego death across the shore,

Giving to the world all my stealth all my strength can't hold no more ,

 Just to move with you by your side,

So weak and never was I a reminder,

Feeling to much

(Chorus)

This is the letter of my demise for all to see,

Wrapped in coats of shame 

Built on hills of blame,

Casting spells of regret,

Feeling so numb to

Be awake anymore,

I hope you know 

I love you,

Take my hand this one last time,

as I Dematerialize,

I'm so sorry,

(Verus 2)

Different parts of me so dependent to voice their concerns, 

Erasing reality with a dream forever,

They all take off their amor the fight is over,

Living in survival mode my whole life I'm tired of being hunted 

I took the time to try I did I have to say goodbye,

You might think it's not my time to fade,

But I have to say I lived a thousands lifetimes of pain,

Freedom is where I want to pray,

Pushing any further will destroy my name and faith,

(Chorus)

I have to say good bye this letter 

This is the letter of my demise for all to see,

Wrapped in coats of shame 

Built on hills of blame,

Casting spells of regret,

Feeling so numb to

Be awake anymore,

I hope you know 

I love you,

(Bridge)

Take my hand this one last time,

as I Dematerialize,

I'm so sorry,

Is for you alone,

This is the letter of my demise for all to see,

Wrapped in coats of shame 

Built on hills of blame,

Casting spells of regret,

Feeling so numb 

Be awake anymore,

I hope you know 

I love you,

Take my hand this one last time,

as I Dematerialize,

(Outro)

I'm so sorry,

My scars you can't see because their buried within me,

You can fix me this mercy is my choice,

Entering the point of the lock on the gates ,

Something moves inside   


The Letter Goodbye Dematerialize

Visual Audio Trauma Art Therapy Traumacore Music Art Therapy

A place where light can hide, intrusive thoughts of suicide and a deep love  

The soul that was ripped apart, I hold in this vessel dreaming,

 For all my Scars and burns that run deep over my veins I must confide,

So my sights so empty I can only feel of moments that breathe, 

 So the edge of this knife, 

Cuts out the parts of the damage I hold, I pray to god they die with me,

Which I can not find relief, from the nightmares that rape my mind,

 Hollowing out myself, 

Just to walk among the living,

Disconnected, shapeshifting, wearing a mask of many smiles with blacked marble gloss eyes,

But underneath that mask 
Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spiting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death
Is the mask of the dead child , 

Now the man transformed into the chameleon  of flowers to the beholder,

  The child that was once my inner self ,  

That's been lobotomized, from the hands of the adversaries, 

For every time you screamed at me, for every time you beat me,

To the false feeling of love being used when you got to close to me,

Just to be ripped away by the infidelity but thankful you where destroyed ,  

 For I lived through a waking hell, 

From being tortured continually abandoned looking for love in the abusive void, 

Used sexually like a doll in a barless cage,

 A torment enduring the shame of feeling anything at all

The shame of having emotions,

 That bleed all over the floor, from the loss of my innocents,

Cradled deep below inside the dawn of my memory ,

I find myself crying to the sounds of the breaking morning,

As sleep is the enemy I must reflect on this,

Shattered like a church window,

The glass that is as stained as my soul 

Fractured but not lost forever

I one day will be whole  

Even if the pieces don't fit perfectly,   



October 27, 2025 at 11:57 PM


GiVe Me DrUgS #3

A place where light can hide, intrusive thoughts of suicide and a deep love  

The soul that was ripped apart, I hold in this vessel dreaming,

 For all my Scars and burns that run deep over my veins I must confide,

So my sights so empty I can only feel of moments that breathe, 

 So the edge of this knife, 

Cuts out the parts of the damage I hold, I pray to god they die with me,

Which I can not find relief, from the nightmares that rape my mind,

 Hollowing out myself, 

Just to walk among the living,

Disconnected, shapeshifting, wearing a mask of many smiles with blacked marble gloss eyes,

But underneath that mask 
Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spiting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death
Is the mask of the dead child , 

Now the man transformed into the chameleon  of flowers to the beholder,

  The child that was once my inner self ,  

That's been lobotomized, from the hands of the adversaries, 

For every time you screamed at me, for every time you beat me,

To the false feeling of love being used when you got to close to me,

Just to be ripped away by the infidelity but thankful you where destroyed ,  

 For I lived through a waking hell, 

From being tortured continually abandoned looking for love in the abusive void, 

Used sexually like a doll in a barless cage,

 A torment enduring the shame of feeling anything at all

The shame of having emotions,

 That bleed all over the floor, from the loss of my innocents,

Cradled deep below inside the dawn of my memory ,

I find myself crying to the sounds of the breaking morning,

As sleep is the enemy I must reflect on this,

Shattered like a church window,

The glass that is as stained as my soul 

Fractured but not lost forever

I one day will be whole  

Even if the pieces don't fit perfectly,   


SuiCidAl PoPpy #02

Ether or Aether,

Terrestrial sphere's stars and DNA, 

Self for the spirit,

Light reflects Gravity,

Blood becomes dreams,

A quantum reality,

For Hz is to earths vibrations,

Fire to thoughts Transends memories,

As wind becomes emotions

Under water the subconsciousness within,

Tears of sanity are the blessing of reality,

Shadows play in courts of the priests and masters,

REM I am forever transformed to Mercury like atoms reform,

To the molecule of salt becomes the statue of being,

Transcendent consciousness  bleeds on the fabric of times,

Unlocked the full potential knowledge floods the mental 

I feel the information consuming me internally  

Forgotten words and spells of eternity casts flowers in the dirt of my mind,

Dream walking, 

Nightmare stalking

This is only to the choice of blending 

What you believe is the definition ,

No sides to take,

It is both and everything to be die and recreate life in the membrane of light,

Magnetic fields aura colors sparks the glow of life,

Astral travel world strange but beautiful in the ugly or purity of the reflecting midnight sky ,

Divine Consciousness lost to all but one true being aware to the false reality,

Where  the others of life lies until the birth of the death cradled the tears of memory,

The absolute,

Reincarnation of the mind,

Observation is all that is,

A superposition,

Quantum Mechanics,

Rebirth in the frequency of light,

Entanglement of thoughts and emotions 

Words are nothing here in this form of visions,

Intellect advanced,

Ego is dead,

But the light is the life you move weightless no more information that could be fed,

Pain,

Pleasure,

Desire,

Passion,

The form of inspiration lives inside below the mind,

Sex transfers energy between living gods,

Vital functions evaporate to the romance of thoughts,

Substance the key to traveling in the depths,

Substances are the key to enlightenment ,

When mediation is required to look inside,

Salvia my goddess of the divine devours the mortal coil of seeking the holy hour,

Completely,

Black,

To white,

To color again,

I am the real you,

For the tides are in everyone seeking past the lands of dreams,




QuANtuM ReAlity SalViA DiViNoRuM

EgO DeAtH - EvoCatioN  InVoKe N MelanKholyia MagiK ThE EgO iS DeAd #000

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 #013

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.

Lucifer Fallen Morning

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