Traumacore Art Therapy: What Its Like To Die And Live

Alice Puppet Master Goddess

Thought for 18sTitle: Cosmic Threads
(Verse 1)
In the shadows of the mind, where the stars align,
Whispers from the void, pulling strings through time.
Quantum dance in the dark, entangled souls collide,
Every thought a ripple, in the cosmic tide.
(Chorus)
We're all connected, in this web of light,
From the elves in the machine to the endless night.
Awake in the dream, feel the divine spark,
Subconscious secrets, lighting up the dark.
(Verse 2)
Salvia's garden blooms with hellish grace,
Demons sing in colors, in this sacred space.
Knowledge injected, like a vein of pure gold,
Through the pain and the wonder, stories untold.
(Chorus)
We're all connected, in this web of light,
From the elves in the machine to the endless night.
Awake in the dream, feel the divine spark,
Subconscious secrets, lighting up the dark.
(Bridge)
No more suffering alone, we're woven as one,
Rise from the ashes, under the quantum sun.
Aware and awarded, in the entanglement's hold,
Love from the chaos, turning lead into gold.
(Outro)
So bleed into the stars, numb no more the flame,
Embrace the connection, call out your name.
Machine elves are watching, with eyes full of gleam,
In the heart of the universe, live out the dream.
(Imagine this in a psychedelic rock style, with echoing vocals and synth waves for that otherworldly vibe.)




Entanglement

Entanglement  2

Entanglement  3

Entanglement  4

(Verse 1)



(Intro)



Spider legs gave yard moths, 

My alters rise 

Traumacore 

Saved my life



(Verus 1)



Void button eyes blood on my rabbits. Stuffed Bears ripped in half

With emotional burns wiping the infection on my candy coated life

Staring out into the violence next to the heart that was held so close to me

Never goodbye fights in the middle of the night you manipulated me to shame 

They wanted forever 

I want never 

Leave me alone I hate my life

Don't leave but I know you made me bleed but I have nowhere else to go

You abandoned me but creeped back into the shadows a rotten soul you made me believe I was by my own mental enemy 



(Chorus )



Traumacore breeds in my art 

Look into my fundamental nothingness that's locked deep in my heart

A beautiful heart attack I smile through the pain

Bite marked halo nightmare dreams 

Screaming terrors waking play toy dreams

With such sweet lullabies itching at the seams 

Empty playgrounds with no life bleeds

Doll house set on fire brings curiosity 



Traumacore works 

Cut out the stigma let the healing hurt

I'm ready I'm out in Search

For others like me



(Verse 2)



You left me with a broken heart buried in self hate and the guilt of even being alive 

So self harm was my escape 

But now it seems so blah now I make art 

Doctors share new ideas in the years of 2000 to 2010

Where do I go 

Trapped here in this isolation 

Trapped with you 

Bite me beat me love me I hate you I love you 

Don't leave I hate myself 

I can stop the pain is took much 

But no one ever cared 

They just covered me up in a little black box 





(Chorus)



Look into my fundamental nothingness that's locked deep in my heart

Traumacore breeds in my art 

A beautiful heart attack I smile through the pain

Bite marked halo nightmare dreams 

Screaming terrors waking play toy dreams

With such sweet lullabies itching at the seams 

Empty playgrounds with no life bleeds

Doll house set on fire brings curiosity 



Traumacore works 

Cut out the stigma let the healing hurt

I'm ready I'm out in Search

For others like me





(Verse 3)



Void button eyes blood on my rabbits. Stuffed Bears ripped in half

With emotional burns wiping the infection on my candy coated life

Staring out into the violence next to the heart that was held so close to me

Never goodbye fights in the middle of the night you manipulated me to shame 

They wanted forever 

I want never 

You left me with a broken heart buried in self hate and the guilt of even being alive 

So self harm was my escape 

Trapped here in this isolation 

Trapped with you 

Screaming terrors waking play toy dreams

With such sweet lullabies itching at the seams 

Empty playgrounds with no life bleeds

Doll house set on fire brings curiosity 



(Bridge)

Traumacore 

Traumacore 

Traumacore



(Chorus)



Look into my fundamental nothingness that's locked deep in my heart

Traumacore breeds in my art 

A beautiful heart attack I smile through the pain

Bite marked halo nightmare dreams 

Screaming terrors waking play toy dreams

With such sweet lullabies itching at the seams 

Empty playgrounds with no life bleeds

Doll house set on fire brings curiosity 



Traumacore works 

Cut out the stigma let the healing hurt

I'm ready I'm out in Search

For others like me



(Outro)

I feel the pain I have no more shame I come here today to share my pain 

I hope we can bring are devils together to play











Traumacore Art Remastered

Intro (0:00-0:30): [Soft, reversed piano notes fade in, layered with glitchy static and distant childlike laughter distorting into screams. Sub-bass hums like a heartbeat in panic.]
(Whispered, breathy vocals:)
Echoes of pastel chains,
Wrapped in glass and salt again.
Faded dolls with eyes like voids,
Looking in, the child avoids.
Verse 1 (0:30-1:00): [Sparse drums kick in, industrial clanks like knives on metal, building tension. Mid-tempo rap delivery with reverb.]
Staring down the fractured mirror, shards of me in pink and fear,
Teddy bears with stitches torn, secrets born before the dawn.
Whispers from the closet door, "You're broken, little one, no more,"
Candy wrappers stained in red, memories I thought were dead.
Alters rise like graveyard moths, fluttering in twisted cloths,
Childhood swings creak in the night, innocence lost to endless fight.
Chorus (1:00-1:30): [Heavy nu metal riffs drop, distorted guitars and dubstep wobbles. Vocals double-tracked: one clean melodic, one screamed.]
Looking into my traumacore,
Sweet decay behind the door!
Pastel blood on playground floors,
Echoes scream, "We want more!"
Fractured halo, blackened wings,
Dollhouse burns with hidden things!
Looking in, the void replies,
Trauma's lullaby never dies!
Verse 2 (1:30-2:00): [Post-rock swells with haunting synths, glitch effects mimicking derealization. Slower rap with breathy overlays.]
Buried in the softest grave, cotton candy waves of rage,
Porcelain smiles crack and bleed, feeding on the pain I need.
Family shadows twist the light, denying nights of endless fright,
Pill bottles like fairy dust, scattering trust into the rust.
Alters whisper spells of salt, hurricanes of hellish fault,
Acid tears on paper hearts, preserving art where healing starts.
Bridge (2:00-2:45): [Breakdown: Industrial dubstep drop with furnace roars, knife scrapes, and reversed audio of child whispers. Vocals build from whisper to guttural roar.]
(Overlapping echoes:)
Run to emptiness, take cover in the black,
Chemical spills of inspiration crack.
Words expelled like plagues in the wind,
Hurricanes of hellfire, where do I begin?
Snap back to the static, white reality burns,
Black bones incinerate, the cycle returns.
Chorus (2:45-3:15): [Intensified repeat, with added layers of screams and hypnotic synth loops.]
Looking into my traumacore,
Sweet decay behind the door!
Pastel blood on playground floors,
Echoes scream, "We want more!"
Fractured halo, blackened wings,
Dollhouse burns with hidden things!
Looking in, the void replies,
Trauma's lullaby never dies!
Outro (3:15-3:45): [Fade out with soft pastel synths glitching into silence, ending on a single, echoing moth wing flutter. Whispered final line:]
Preserved in wood and clay, the divine remains...
Looking in, forever chained.






Traumacore Death Moths

Traumacore Death Moth Echos

Traumacore Void Alice

Traumacore Void 2 Decay Echos Split

Acid Bath We Are Here For You & US

This insanity creeps in like shadows at dusk
These imbalances twist my mind into rust
Serotonin drained, a hollowed-out vein
Dopamine struggles, gasping in vain
To stay sane, but the madness prevails
Whispers of chaos on fractured rails
Black
White
I split down the middle, no gray in between
I hate you so fucking much, you're the ghost in my machine
I swear to Lucifer, when that rush ignites
I'll drag you to hell under flickering lights
(Chorus)
I'm going to send you to oblivion's door
Ripping you emotionally, leaving scars on the floor
For raping my heart like a prostituted ghost
Of star-crossed lovers, now shattered and lost
Broken toys scattered, eyes hollow and wide
Teddy bears gutted, with stuffing inside
Make me hate all of me, this fractured parade
Insanity's playground where innocence fades
Verse 2:
Echoes of laughter from childhood's cruel game
Dolls with cracked faces, whispering my name
Porcelain skin splintered, limbs torn apart
Mirroring the voids in my crumbling heart
Voices collide in a symphony of pain
Serotonin ghosts haunt the dopamine rain
Black thoughts devour the white light of day
Splitting me open in violent display
I hate you, the mirror that stares back with spite
Fucking destroyer of every false light
Lucifer laughs as the rush builds its fire
Oblivion calls, pulling me into the mire
Emotional wreckage, like toys in the dirt
Abandoned and mangled, forever alert
(Chorus)
I'm going to send you to oblivion's door
Ripping you emotionally, begging for more
For raping my heart like a prostituted ghost
Of star-crossed lovers, now dust on the coast
Broken toys scattered, stitches undone
Playthings of trauma under a blood-red sun
Make me hate all of me, this endless decay
Insanity's cradle where sanity frays
Bridge:
Feel the weight of the silence, the toys start to scream
Ragdolls with needles sewn into their seams
Depression's embrace, a violent delight
Insanity blooms in the dead of the night
Hate surges like venom through every vein
Splitting the self into fragments of pain
No escape from the carnival's twisted allure
Where playtime turns poison, and nothing is pure
Verse 3:
Serotonin whispers lies in the dark
Dopamine flickers, a dying spark
Black and white wars rage inside my skull
I split into shards, feeling utterly null
Hate you forever, the monster within
Fucking eclipse of where hope should begin
Lucifer's promise in the rush of the storm
Oblivion's arms, eternally warm
Ripping the soul with claws made of glass
Emotional carnage, a traumacore mass
Heart raped and ravaged, a ghost in the shell
Star-crossed and cursed, ringing death's bell
Toys lie in ruins, their innocence slain
Symbols of madness, driving me insane
(Chorus - Extended)
I'm going to send you to oblivion's door
Ripping you emotionally, settling the score
For raping my heart like a prostituted ghost
Of star-crossed lovers, the ones I loathe most
Broken toys scattered, limbs twisted and bent
Puppets of pain in a world that's hell-bent
Make me hate all of me, this violent charade
Insanity's echo that never will fade
Outro:
This insanity... lingers like fog in the mind
Imbalances eternal, no peace left to find
Black... White... I split and I break
Hate all of me, for sanity's sake
Toys in the abyss, forever they cry
Depression's violent lullaby... goodbye.

You Raped My Heart 3

You Raped My Heart 4

This insanity creeps in like shadows at dusk
These imbalances twist my mind into rust
Serotonin drained, a hollowed-out vein
Dopamine struggles, gasping in vain
To stay sane, but the madness prevails
Whispers of chaos on fractured rails
Black
White
I split down the middle, no gray in between
I hate you so fucking much, you're the ghost in my machine
I swear to Lucifer, when that rush ignites
I'll drag you to hell under flickering lights
(Chorus)
I'm going to send you to oblivion's door
Ripping you emotionally, leaving scars on the floor
For raping my heart like a prostituted ghost
Of star-crossed lovers, now shattered and lost
Broken toys scattered, eyes hollow and wide
Teddy bears gutted, with stuffing inside
Make me hate all of me, this fractured parade
Insanity's playground where innocence fades
Verse 2:
Echoes of laughter from childhood's cruel game
Dolls with cracked faces, whispering my name
Porcelain skin splintered, limbs torn apart
Mirroring the voids in my crumbling heart
Voices collide in a symphony of pain
Serotonin ghosts haunt the dopamine rain
Black thoughts devour the white light of day
Splitting me open in violent display
I hate you, the mirror that stares back with spite
Fucking destroyer of every false light
Lucifer laughs as the rush builds its fire
Oblivion calls, pulling me into the mire
Emotional wreckage, like toys in the dirt
Abandoned and mangled, forever alert
(Chorus)
I'm going to send you to oblivion's door
Ripping you emotionally, begging for more
For raping my heart like a prostituted ghost
Of star-crossed lovers, now dust on the coast
Broken toys scattered, stitches undone
Playthings of trauma under a blood-red sun
Make me hate all of me, this endless decay
Insanity's cradle where sanity frays
Bridge:
Feel the weight of the silence, the toys start to scream
Ragdolls with needles sewn into their seams
Depression's embrace, a violent delight
Insanity blooms in the dead of the night
Hate surges like venom through every vein
Splitting the self into fragments of pain
No escape from the carnival's twisted allure
Where playtime turns poison, and nothing is pure
Verse 3:
Serotonin whispers lies in the dark
Dopamine flickers, a dying spark
Black and white wars rage inside my skull
I split into shards, feeling utterly null
Hate you forever, the monster within
Fucking eclipse of where hope should begin
Lucifer's promise in the rush of the storm
Oblivion's arms, eternally warm
Ripping the soul with claws made of glass
Emotional carnage, a traumacore mass
Heart raped and ravaged, a ghost in the shell
Star-crossed and cursed, ringing death's bell
Toys lie in ruins, their innocence slain
Symbols of madness, driving me insane
(Chorus - Extended)
I'm going to send you to oblivion's door
Ripping you emotionally, settling the score
For raping my heart like a prostituted ghost
Of star-crossed lovers, the ones I loathe most
Broken toys scattered, limbs twisted and bent
Puppets of pain in a world that's hell-bent
Make me hate all of me, this violent charade
Insanity's echo that never will fade
Outro:
This insanity... lingers like fog in the mind
Imbalances eternal, no peace left to find
Black... White... I split and I break
Hate all of me, for sanity's sake
Toys in the abyss, forever they cry
Depression's violent lullaby... goodbye.




You Raped My Heart 5

[Verse 1]
I nailed you to a pedestal of splintered teeth and piss
Touch you every night with fingernails chewed down to hiss
I’ll tear my sternum open, scoop the rot, and mold it wet
Trade my self-respect for twenty seconds of your sweat
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of drug that liquefies your marrow into tar
I’m living in a meat-grinder nightmare, my mind
Is a skull-fucked pressure bomb inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a ruptured sewer, lungs a choking flood
Am I even flying or just too flayed to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Verse 2]
I tongue your ghost through gutters full of bile and broken glass
Carve your name in scabs across the mirror’s shattered ass
I’d shoot every maybe through the eyeball, let it burn
If it drags me one more twitch toward the corpse I used to learn
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of high that peels your face off with its teeth
I’m living in a loop of guts and rewind
Is a meat-hook guillotine inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Mouth full of rust, veins full of sludge
Am I even flying or just too gutted to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Bridge]
3 AM, the walls bleed pus, your silhouette gnaws bone
I puke my name into the sink, sell my tongue for one more moan
If love’s a septic needle, I’ll ram it through my fucking eye
One more hit of almost, let it rape me till I die
[Breakdown – guttural roar]
PEDESTAL!
TOUCH YOU!
TRY MY BEST!
TRADE MY SELF-RESPECT!
[Final Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a maggot banquet, soul a piss-soaked flood
I’m not even screaming, just too hollow to feel at all
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Outro]
Pedestal’s a meat cleaver, I’m minced across the floor
Your name’s a pus-filled blister that my throat can’t ignore
If this is overdose, let the maggots eat the rest
I’d rather rot in vomit than beg your corpse for breath

My Mind On Drugs

[Verse 1]
I nailed you to a pedestal of splintered teeth and piss
Touch you every night with fingernails chewed down to hiss
I’ll tear my sternum open, scoop the rot, and mold it wet
Trade my self-respect for twenty seconds of your sweat
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of drug that liquefies your marrow into tar
I’m living in a meat-grinder nightmare, my mind
Is a skull-fucked pressure bomb inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a ruptured sewer, lungs a choking flood
Am I even flying or just too flayed to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Verse 2]
I tongue your ghost through gutters full of bile and broken glass
Carve your name in scabs across the mirror’s shattered ass
I’d shoot every maybe through the eyeball, let it burn
If it drags me one more twitch toward the corpse I used to learn
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of high that peels your face off with its teeth
I’m living in a loop of guts and rewind
Is a meat-hook guillotine inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Mouth full of rust, veins full of sludge
Am I even flying or just too gutted to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Bridge]
3 AM, the walls bleed pus, your silhouette gnaws bone
I puke my name into the sink, sell my tongue for one more moan
If love’s a septic needle, I’ll ram it through my fucking eye
One more hit of almost, let it rape me till I die
[Breakdown – guttural roar]
PEDESTAL!
TOUCH YOU!
TRY MY BEST!
TRADE MY SELF-RESPECT!
[Final Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a maggot banquet, soul a piss-soaked flood
I’m not even screaming, just too hollow to feel at all
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Outro]
Pedestal’s a meat cleaver, I’m minced across the floor
Your name’s a pus-filled blister that my throat can’t ignore
If this is overdose, let the maggots eat the rest
I’d rather rot in vomit than beg your corpse for breath



My Mind On Drugs IV Crystal Meth Rot

[Verse 1]
I nailed you to a pedestal of splintered teeth and piss
Touch you every night with fingernails chewed down to hiss
I’ll tear my sternum open, scoop the rot, and mold it wet
Trade my self-respect for twenty seconds of your sweat
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of drug that liquefies your marrow into tar
I’m living in a meat-grinder nightmare, my mind
Is a skull-fucked pressure bomb inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a ruptured sewer, lungs a choking flood
Am I even flying or just too flayed to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Verse 2]
I tongue your ghost through gutters full of bile and broken glass
Carve your name in scabs across the mirror’s shattered ass
I’d shoot every maybe through the eyeball, let it burn
If it drags me one more twitch toward the corpse I used to learn
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of high that peels your face off with its teeth
I’m living in a loop of guts and rewind
Is a meat-hook guillotine inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Mouth full of rust, veins full of sludge
Am I even flying or just too gutted to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Bridge]
3 AM, the walls bleed pus, your silhouette gnaws bone
I puke my name into the sink, sell my tongue for one more moan
If love’s a septic needle, I’ll ram it through my fucking eye
One more hit of almost, let it rape me till I die
[Breakdown – guttural roar]
PEDESTAL!
TOUCH YOU!
TRY MY BEST!
TRADE MY SELF-RESPECT!
[Final Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a maggot banquet, soul a piss-soaked flood
I’m not even screaming, just too hollow to feel at all
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Outro]
Pedestal’s a meat cleaver, I’m minced across the floor
Your name’s a pus-filled blister that my throat can’t ignore
If this is overdose, let the maggots eat the rest
I’d rather rot in vomit than beg your corpse for breath




My Mind On Drugs IV Meat CryStAl Grinder

My Mind On Drugs  2

What It's Like To Die Overdose Immortality

[Intro]
(Child whisper over cracking porcelain, building to a wet drip)
What am I even doing anymore...
I have nothing left to look forward to...
But now the rust gnaws into your flesh.

[Verse 1]
As all my hopes and dreams died long ago,
The midnight sky beats red and white,
Lightning hits the frequencies echoing from my heart.
My chest sleeps where daggers are imbedded first from the start,
Within I should have known I was to die forever,
To rust down to the bone—now your bones splinter and bleed.

[Chorus]
When love bleeds sour milk,
And the poppies' milk wastes and rots away,
When smoking mildew weed, snorting ketamine in bed,
Smoking meth just to keep awake,
Floating between space and time...
This is what it's like to die,
But still keep a hold of your life—while I tear yours apart, vein by vein.

[Verse 2]

I drift in the void where shadows cling,
Hopes turned to ash, dreams in decay,
Thunder cracks through the veins in my soul,
Daggers twist deeper, no light in the fray.
Rust creeps in, bone by bone it claims,
Sour love curdles, poppies fade to gray—
But the gray festers black, invading your rotting frame.

[Traumacore Assault Bridge]

(Explosive glitch: Lullabies warp into visceral crunches, beats slamming like fists into pulp)

You, the thief in the nursery dark,
Stole the light from my candy-colored spark—
Now the toys claw back, ripping your skin apart,
Poppies bleed acid, scorching your throbbing heart.
Ketamine haze sharpens the hooks in your meat,
Meth flames sear your nerves, blistering heat—
Rust devours you alive, pedo filth decaying,
Innocence assaults with teeth gnashing, flaying.
Daggers from my chest now gouge your eyes blind,
Floating trauma crashes, your guts unwind.
Blood sprays sour, bones crack under the weight,
I watch you writhe, your essence eviscerate.

[Chorus (Intensified)]

When love bleeds sour milk across your shredded grave,
And the poppies' milk festers in your craving rave,
When mildew weed roots deep in your festering bed,
Ketamine whispers as your tendons shred,
Smoking meth ashes choke your gaping cries,
Floating between hell and your own demise...
This is what it's like to die,
Losing hold as I claim your life, pulp by pulp.

[Verse 3 (Revenge Outro)]
(Fading with wet, tearing echoes, music box grinding to a bloody halt amid visceral static)
Hopes reborn in your ruin, dreams claw through your hide,
Midnight sky rains daggers, piercing your inside.
I was to rust, but now you corrode first, raw and slick,
Bone by bone, cursed, your marrow I lick.
Nothing left for you to look forward to...
Die forever... rust through your wounds, true.




What It's Like To Die

Echo's N MelaNKholyiA : A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of Syracuse ,  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.