Intro)

Lipstick whore you tricked me and used me like your personal infinite whore 
Dirty drunken plastic nothing I am the nothing and you are the drunken bitch that beats me
And
Now the
Rotting decayed sense of identity
Everything I had to hide is now crawling into the light

(Verse 1)
The crawlium under reality breeds the static
Where I can surrender and let you use my body
To help me escape
As my surroundings start to breathe
The floor and sky stretch zooming in and out
Dissociation  the fear of abandonment, and intense emotional outbursts
To come 
The inner spaces that are my systems controls swallow me
My system is
MelanKholyia.
Zoned out
Fucked on the floor sobbing 
Blood covering me as I shake in pain trembling 
Ribs bruised eyes black makeup runs heart attack fucked up by your vile image hovering
Vomiting all the sanity I bloom insanity fragmenting 
You begin spiritually deflowering me mentally again
As the dead come to collect where I stand
But I'm checked out from the world
Alice help she won't stop I can't move 
Odium crawls out from the guts being kicked in crack porcelain smile turns to a expressionless sociopath 
Bitten fingernails looks like a anorexic anxiety panic attack 
Numbness floods my mind, my body disconnects, I feel the energy rise to flood my soul adrenaline hit eternity 
Acid kiss from a forever in the Wonder Void 
Your fists make me look so flushed but I already now
Lipstick whore you tricked me and used me like your personal infinite whore 

(Chorus)

I can't feel anything but numb

Dizzy lost daydreaming nightmare flaring 

No tears just rage and alcohol on her breath

Grab a hold of my body hide me from the on coming tragedy ahead

Like a gun in my mouth

I want to pull the trigger and end this 



(Verse 2)



Talking to this unholy succubus unknown to her I was a incubus this whole time 
Feeling  dizzy almost every time you come to see me now 3 of you 5 came to me today The music is working I haven't known you since the first mute but in a 
Please protect. will I fucking suvive this 
 me I don't want to die tonight she won't stop screaming in my face.
Void 
Eyes 
Can feel anything you but numb
 no tears just rage on her breath
Grab a hold of my body hide me from the on coming tragedy 
Like a gun in my mouth

(Chorus)

I can't feel anything but numb
Dizzy lost daydreaming nightmare flaring 
No tears just rage and alcohol on her breath
Grab a hold of my body hide me from the on coming tragedy ahead
Like a gun in my mouth
I want to pull the trigger and end this 
Void Eyes Dead child in a adult hell 

(Bridge) 

After you manipulated me to leave the only place I've known

Splitting on her from grey to obsidian  

No white left in my heart only when we began

Fawning to the sight of fallen angels on the earth  

You always make me feel like I want to die



(Verus 3)



How did I get here how did 4 days seem like a hour 

Bitten fingernails looks like a anorexic anxiety panic attack 

numbness floods my mind my body disconnects

Acid kiss from a  forever in the Wonder Void 

Your fists make me look so flushed but I already now

Lipstick whore you tricked me and used me like your personal infinite whore 

Dirty drunken plastic nothing I am the nothing and you are the drunk

is all you are if I only would have known you longer before traveling the USA



(Chorus)



I can't feel anything but numb

Dizzy lost daydreaming nightmare flaring 

No tears just rage and alcohol on her breath

Grab a hold of my body hide me from the on coming tragedy ahead

Like a gun in my mouth

I want to pull the trigger and end this 

I want to pull the trigger and end this 

Void Eyes Dead child in a adult hell

I want to pull the trigger and end this 

Void Eyes Dead child in a adult hell 

I Want To Pull The Trigger and End This

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 Echos or Mothyii—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.