Some words don’t have a place in conversation.
Not because they’re not important—but because they’re too real.
“Words I Don’t Use” is an intimate dive into the unsaid:
apologies with no address, affection without a name, questions that never made it out of the throat.
It’s about the words that live behind your teeth—like quiet guests, like unsent letters.
About midnight monologues in the mirror. About melodies hiding in silence.
About the fear that if you said it all out loud… you might disappear.

sometimes I think I’m made
of everything I didn’t say

Words I Don’t Use

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[Verse 1]
She danced in the glow of a borrowed light,
Living on crumbs from the edge of the night.
Famous by name, not by her own,
A shadow beside a man on a throne.

Flashes and whispers, a life on display,
But no one stayed when she slipped away.
A smile that hid what no one could fix,
Drowning alone in a glass full of tricks.

[Chorus]
Now she’s a last headline, fading fast,
A memory built not meant to last.
Two years on, no flowers remain,
Just silence echoing louder than fame.
She burned for the crowd, but they weren’t kind—
Now she’s a story they’ve left behind.

[Verse 2]
Rooms full of people, but no real friend,
Living a tale that had no end.
They called her wild, they called her weak,
But never asked what truth she’d speak.

Used and framed, just Z-list gold,
Her pain sold cheap, her soul turned cold.
A girl with dreams the world erased,
A bottle for comfort, a ghost to chase.

[Chorus]
Now she’s a last headline, fading fast,
A memory built not meant to last.
Two years on, no flowers remain,
Just silence echoing louder than fame.
She burned for the crowd, but they weren’t kind—
Now she’s a story they’ve left behind.

[Bridge]
There’s a cost to the camera’s cruel caress,
And she paid it all in loneliness.
Not a villain, not a saint—just lost,
In a world that trades truth for gloss.

[Outro]
So rest, forgotten girl of the light,
You fought your demons every night.
They took your voice, they took your name,
But you were more than sorrow and shame.

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Break Me Free

They Do Not See

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🖤 Velvet Possession – Art Video Lyric Experience
This is a purely artistic expression. Just sound, shadow, silk and your imagination. 
Let the lines blur between voice and touch, lace and light.
An extension of the haunting, emotional atmosphere of Velvet Possession.

🎧 A darkwave lyric art film blending noir aesthetics, shadowplay, and sensual abstraction on YouTube: https://youtu.be/1d_GTPkkirM
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• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Concept: Thrillian
• Creative AI partner in this project: ChatGPT

Velvet Possession

This song is about missing someone so deeply it hurts. 
It’s that kind of ache you carry quietly every day
The memories that warm you but also break you a little. 
The lyrics speak to the feeling of being far apart from someone you love, not just in distance, but in life. 
Even with all the silence and time that's passed, there's still hope, hope that one day they'll hear you, feel everything you never got to say. 
It’s a song for anyone who’s ever stared out a window, wondering what that person is doing now, still dreaming of just one more hug, one more smile.

Hope you like it

I Hope You Hear Me

Reprise de Quoi de plus Beau en version acoustique sous format musical quatuor à cordes et clarinette... et par l'interprète de Vivre et Mourir 

Quoi de plus Beau (Acoustic remastered)

A sunlit day that feels hollow and cold.  
Shadows and silence stretch across a muted world.  
Joy and warmth are absent, dreams lie dormant.  
Step by step, identity drifts toward anonymity.  
A silent, ordinary day that quietly becomes a void.

Нету веселья Нету радости Нету счастья

Sitting in a café in Marrakesh, surrounded by voices flowing in Arabic, French, Berber, and more, I felt the weight of languages I could not speak. I thought five tongues would be enough, but here I am, realizing how small that really is. The regret cuts deepest when I think of China, where I lived for two years but never managed to truly learn the language. I can still say “我会说一点点中文,” but it is just a fragment, a shadow of what could have been. This song is a reflection of that longing—the beauty of words I cannot catch, the doors I never opened, and the promise that it is never too late to learn.

They Do Not See

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