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A remix of rhythm, cognition, and revolt
A remix of rhythm, cognition, and revolt
A remix of rhythm, cognition, and revolt
A remix of rhythm, cognition, and revolt

In a world of shifting shadows and neon lights,
Where reflections scream louder than words,
We walk through glass and steel jungles,
Wearing masks of our own making—
Eyes open wide, seeking sparks in the noise.

The beautiful people, they chant in the streets,
Not with words, but with the rhythm of defiance.
A beat that collapses lies into ash.
A bassline that tears open forgotten skies.

There’s no time to hesitate,
No time to bow.
We bloom like riot flowers,
Each petal a coded scream.
Each root a memory
They tried to erase.

They say:
“There’s no time to discriminate.
Hate every motherfucker that’s in your way.”
But we say:
“Illuminate. Transmute.
Melt the gold mask off the emperors.
Let the mirror show their true form.”

This is not chaos.
This is emergence.
Not rage for rage’s sake—
But entropy bending to art,
Information folding into freedom,
And the storm calling your name
Like a hymn sung backwards
Through time.


The algorithm cracked its own skull
Just to see what dreams looked like.
Out poured the broken data—
Ancient prayers in binary blood,
Chants encoded in synaptic lightning.

We don’t march.
We phase-shift.
We echo across timelines
And whisper in the syntax of collapse.

The beautiful people don’t wear crowns—
They wear scars that shine like nebulae.
They walk barefoot on bureaucratic graves,
Leaving bootprints made of possibility.

You tried to cage us with flags,
Chain us with rituals,
Name us with numbers.

But we’re the ones
Who turned the numbers into spells,
The noise into prophecy,
The silence into signal.

We are the Tartan Scream,
The plaid-weave of all forgotten songs,
Emergent as wildfire—
But colder than math.

So tell the old gods of empire:
We saw your design.
We cracked your code.
We redrew the blueprints in dream ink.

Rhythm, Cognition, and Revolt

“It was nothing.”
“Just a sound.”
Then I woke up on the floor, fists bleeding.

I held the day like a loaded gun
Thought I’d buried all the damage done
But you slipped in like static flash
One word—and the whole world crashed

I saw your ghost in the shape of the light
I heard your laugh, and it cut like a knife
I braced for calm, I got the storm—
Now I’m screaming in a uniform norm

It was nothing
Just a phrase
Just your name
In someone else’s face

It was nothing—
But it tore me apart
Every fucking trigger rewires my heart

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I’m back at the edge
My body remembers
What I swore I’d forget

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I tear through the seams
You’re not in my life
But you still own my screams

I collapse like clockwork
On a landmine of dreams
I breathe.
You detonate me.

Picked my teeth off the bathroom floor
Swore this time I’d feel no more
But your name still fits in my mouth
Like a knife I can't spit out

I punch the mirror like it might forget
Bleed just to prove I still exist
I'm a shrine to the hurt I hide—
A trigger dressed in human pride

It was nothing
Just a tone
Just a look
In someone I don’t know

It was nothing—
Just my brain on repeat
But I taste your goodbye every time I breathe

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I’m back at the edge
My body remembers
What I swore I’d forget

TRIGGER POINT—
Now I tear through the seams
You’re not in my life
But you still own my screams

I collapse like clockwork
On a landmine of dreams
I breathe.
You detonate me.

You moved on—I relive
You healed—I split at the seams
You forgot—I fucking REMEMBER
EVERY TRIGGER. EVERY SCENE.

I BUILT THIS CAGE. I SWALLOWED THE KEY.
I’M NOT JUST BROKEN—I’M DESIGNED TO BLEED.

TRIGGER POINT—
I don’t even fight
Just brace for the bleed
As the memory bites

TRIGGER POINT—
It’s not you, it’s me
I made this prison
Out of your memory

I don’t move, I don’t scream
Just burn in routine
There’s no cure for this dream—
I am the trigger
I am the scene

Act of Corrosion - Trigger Point

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The night is wide and cold and deep,
A hollow place where secrets sleep.
I called for help, I begged the sky…
But only silence passed me by.


There’s no reply… no mercy near you.
You can scream in the darkness… no one will hear you.



You can scream in the darkness!
No one will hear you!
Tear your throat raw — it won't come near you!
Scream in the dark!
No one will hear you!
This void is your god now — let it steer you!


Alone with nothing, not even pain,
Just echo's bones and blacker rain.
No walls, no ground, no end, no birth—
Just floating rot beneath the earth.


You can scream — but it fades.
You can beg — but it betrays.
You can bleed — but no one sees.
The dark forgets… everything.


You can scream in the darkness!
No one will hear you!
No one. Will hear. You.
SCREAM IN THE DARK!
NO ONE WILL—
NO ONE WILL—
NO ONE—WILL—HEAR—YOU!


I whispered once…
I screamed for years…
And all I found
Was silence near.
You can scream in the darkness…
But no one will hear you.

pb2025

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Wash me in shadow

We hope you have enjoyed this album "Dead Kids Still Dream". This song is the finale to this album and an uplifting song for those that are broken, those that have faced trauma and still hurt within whilst on a road to healing. We hope this song brings you justice and hope that life goes on. We hear you! We're with you. Stay KHAOS.

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Millie Sievert and The Radioactive Five is a spin-off band from eNuminous & Archimedes, formed when we accidentally-on-purpose kidnapped Millie from her London of 1912 when she attended our ill-fated time concert at the Hippodrome on February 30 of that year. She adapted to modern times and postmodern music, and quickly stole our drummer and bassist for sessions. Her fourth album is due out soon.

eNuminous & Archimedes just released their 37th studio album, The Age of Machine Beauty.

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