The worm eaten flesh, 

Served decaying flesh,

Steaming with all your emotions,  

You make me feel so filthy,

As dirty as you but I am your victim.

 I swallow,

Infestations squirming in pockets of skin,

You make me swallow, 

So sick

I'm forced to follow,

As sick as your sins,

I swallow,

I revival within them,

Seizing, thrashing, screaming terrorism, 

Your sickness, your cryptic sins,

Vomiting up just to,

To pour them in cups,

For all the guests to give them a rush,  

With smiles, raised up,

Their feast begins,

I swallow,

I could never win,

Broken smile,

I never can rest,

Chemicals run through my veins,  

Taken advantage,

A bed made with dead memories ,

Such a favorite lying to myself,

Keep going,

I swallow,

Over and over again, 

You made me swallow,

All your sexual whims,

I swallow but,

I just wanted to consume your soul,

So one day I can rip you apart

 I swallow,

The corpse that you are hidden within,

You make me swallow, 

So sick forced to follow ,

Or relive the abuse again,

So I swallow but now I'm,

As sick as your sins,

I swallow,

I revival within them,

Seizing, thrashing, screaming terrorism, 

Your sickness, your cryptic sins,

Vomiting up just to,

To pour them in cups,

For all the guests to give them a rush,  

With smiles, raised up,

Their feast begins,

Vomiting them up just to,

To pour them in cups for all the guests,  

With smiles,

I could never win,

I never can rest,

Taken advantage,

Over and over again, 

Dinner the plates crawling with insects,

A disgusting vice,

Stained with unholy defecation,

Penetrated with lust bound by chains of emotions, 

Sicker than your psychotic grin I stare and just smile,

What you made was a hollow soul you'll never know,

Dead eyes staring at the silence,

Activation was the goal,

Hidden within your your secrets   

I swallow,

I revival within them,

Over and over again,

Your sickness, your cryptic sins,

Vomiting up just to,

To pour them in cups,

For all the guests to give them a rush,  

With smiles, raised up,

Their feast will never end




Swallow  2

Verse 1
Blackouts swallow the light, memory gaps like chasms wide,
You whispered you never noticed, but I'm adrift in the tide.
Where am I now, who was I then, staring back at a stranger's face,
Unrecognizable reflections in a shattered glass maze.
Emptiness claws at my core, who am I supposed to become?
Switching visuals like flickering storms, under gravity's crushing thumb.
Pre-Chorus
Lost in agoraphobia's iron grip, praying to flee the endless blur,
Yet entranced by the symptoms' siren call, they pull me deeper, stir.
Emptying my soul into a lake of fears, where panic waves crash and roar,
Get the hell away from me—trapped in walls that feel like war.
Chorus
I don't want to leave this haunted home, diagnosed with abandonment's chain,
Heartbeat thunders involuntary spikes, pain exploding like lightning rain.
The world leaks out through my trembling skin, seeping into the void so deep,
What am I supposed to do when the light in my eyes fades to sleep?
Pills you hand me dissolve into nothing, my mind's a fortress they can't breach,
Mixed in the sands of time's relentless flow, identity slipping out of reach.
Verse 2
Echoes of forgotten selves whisper through the haze of night,
Gravity weighs like invisible chains, pulling me from the fight.
Agoraphobic shadows wrap around, blurring edges of reality's shore,
Hoping for escape, but symptoms dance like flames I can't ignore.
Soul pours out in torrents of dread, into panic's drowning embrace,
Abandonment's diagnosis etched in veins, a scar I can't erase.
Pre-Chorus
Heartbeats spike like jagged thorns piercing through my chest's fragile cage,
World dissolving from my pores, leaking secrets page by page.
No more spark in these hollow eyes, staring into the abyss's call,
Pills scatter like dust in the wind, offering no salvation at all.
Chorus
I don't want to leave this haunted home, diagnosed with abandonment's chain,
Heartbeat thunders involuntary spikes, pain exploding like lightning rain.
The world leaks out through my trembling skin, seeping into the void so deep,
What am I supposed to do when the light in my eyes fades to sleep?
Pills you hand me dissolve into nothing, my mind's a fortress they can't breach,
Mixed in the sands of time's relentless flow, identity slipping out of reach.
Bridge
Sands of time erode the edges of me, blending into a whirlwind storm,
Blackouts and gaps like forgotten dreams, reshaping what was once my form.
Who am I in this reflection's lie? Emptiness fills the space between,
Gravity pulls, but I'll rise from the blur—escape the symptoms' cruel scene.
Outro
Blackouts fade into memory's grave, gaps closing like healing wounds...
Sands shift, but I'm finding my way, through the panic's echoing tunes.
(Repeat fading echoes: "Who am I... sands of time... who am I...")


Blackout Echoes 3

Alter Death Moth Alice the Destroyer

Echo's N MelaNKholyiA : A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
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.
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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