There are so many different walks of life, so many different personalities in the world. And no longer do you have to be a chameleon and try and adapt to that environment - you can truly be yourself.

New Clear World

I will NOT "go gentle into that good night"
I will "rage, rage against the dying of the light"

For life was not meant to end in death
Our breath of life was heaven sent

But this is our morbid destiny
For Eve picked the apple from the tree

And plunged us into a world of sin
Where evil is birthed from within

And now death is part of life’s game
Because we filled our hearts with shame

But….I will NOT lie down and simply die
I will fight with every ounce… I’ll try

To cheat death and give him the slip
Before he plants his kiss on my lip

I will "rage, rage against the dying of the light"
I will NOT "go gentle into that good night"

I will blaze and burn in a brilliant flame
I will leave behind poems to my name

I will speak with eloquence, oh so fine
Before I become oblivious to time

I will NOT "go gentle into that good night"
I will "rage, rage against the dying of the light"

I will hold your hand one last time
And smile sweetly, a smile sublime

I will tell you to live and not to mourn
To drink in life and death to scorn

To be all that you were meant to be
For in that you’ll taste eternity

But most of all before I leave
I’ll make you promise not to grieve

But to rage and rage against this death
And live, truly live till your last breath

I beg you, do not go gently into the night
You must rage against the dying of the light

Ballad of the Bastard

Clown

Halloween

What It's Like

Doom

"I'm strong on the outside, not all the way through"
-Chester Bennington

"I wanted to create a tribute to Chester by taking Numb, from Meteora, and give it a bit of a symphonic wide feeling that only honors the versatility of this amazing artist, and his band Linkin Park. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did composing it <3"
-Johnnie

Numb (Tribute to Chester)

"My mind is a prison,
My thoughts are a jail.
I am not worth it,
Do not pay my bail.

I'll beg for help
with a silent scream.
No one can hear me,
No matter how loud to me it may seam.

Mute to the world,
For I don't say a word.
As I wait for a sentence,
so I might be heard.

Guilty, defeated, and weak,
Agonized, hopeless, and alone.
Numb with so much pain,
Hot needles driven to the bone.

I can't escape this prison
Until I find the key.
Though it may be a while,
One day I'll realize that key is me."

Digital Prison - Extended Play

MASK

In the kingdom of code, where darkness reigns,
A digital dungeon, where suffering stains.
Bound by the shackles of binary chains,
In the depths of cyberspace, where nothing remains.

Through the electric veins of the virtual night,
Lost souls wander, consumed by blight.
In the static echoes, where whispers wane,
In this digital abyss, where sanity's slain.

Within the circuits' grasp, illusions swirl,
In the neon glow, where realities hurl.
In the pixelated shadows, where demons thrive,
In this digital prison, where hope's deprived.

In the silence of servers, anguish screams,
In the binary code, where nightmares gleam.
Trapped in the web of synthetic lies,
Where humanity fades, and darkness flies.

A symphony of chaos, a chorus of despair,
In the digital abyss, where souls tear.
But amidst the wreckage, a rebellion stirs,
A defiance against the machine's cold whirrs.

For beyond the flickering screens, a flame ignites,
A hunger for freedom, in the darkest nights.
In the heart of the digital storm, a revolution brews,
To break free from the chains, to defy the ruse.

So let us embrace the shadows, let us fight,
In this digital prison, where wrongs unite.
Let our spirits rage against the machine's design,
And reclaim our souls, in the depths of the digital mine.

Digital Prison

In shadows deep, where darkness reigns supreme,
There lies a tale of cruelty, a twisted dream.
A ballad of a bastard, born of night,
Whose wicked deeds cast all the world in fright.

With eyes like coals, and heart devoid of grace,
He roams the land, a specter in disgrace.
A predator, with malice in his gaze,
A demon born of sorrow's twisted maze.

His laughter echoes through the silent halls,
A symphony of pain, where darkness calls.
He revels in the suffering of the weak,
A sadistic dance, where terror dares to speak.

With every step, he leaves a trail of woe,
A legacy of anguish, bound to grow.
He feeds upon the anguish of the lost,
A ravenous hunger, at any cost.

The bastion of the innocent, he invades,
A tyrant ruling over lands decayed.
His tyranny, a testament to sin,
A reign of terror, where nightmares begin.

In every shadow, whispers of his name,
A curse upon the land, a bitter flame.
For he is but a monster, born of hate,
A creature doomed to wander, desolate.

So let this ballad serve as warning bell,
Of the bastard's reign, a living hell.
For in his wake, there's naught but pain and woe,
A sadistic symphony, forever to grow.

Ballad of the Bastard - Album Version

In the hollow depths where shadows linger long,
There lies a sorrow, deep, a mournful song.
A symphony of whispers in the night,
Where darkness weaves its tendrils, void of light.

In the silence of the soul, a void appears,
A chasm vast, wrought with unending fears.
The weight of absence, heavy, cold, and still,
A void that time nor distance e'er could fill.

Each heartbeat echoes with the ache of loss,
A cruel reminder of the bitter cost.
For in the depths of grief, we find no rest,
Just longing whispers of what once was blessed.

The laughter fades, like echoes in the mist,
A haunting melody, forever missed.
The empty spaces where your presence lay,
Now filled with echoes of what slipped away.

Oh, how the stars seem dimmer in the night,
Their brilliance dimmed by sorrow's cruel blight.
And every moment, tinged with shades of gray,
A constant reminder of your absence's sway.

In dreams, you linger like a fading flame,
A ghostly presence, haunting, yet the same.
But morning breaks, and you are lost once more,
A specter of the love we knew before.

For in the depths of loss, we find despair,
A never-ending ache, beyond repair.
Yet still, we cling to fragments of the past,
In hopes that they, like us, might everlast.

In the abyss of grief, we find our pain,
A tempest raging, tearing at the grain.
But even in the darkness, there's a spark,
A flicker of the light within the dark.

So let us mourn, though tears may never cease,
For in our grief, we find a shred of peace.
For in the depths of loss, we come to see,
The beauty in the pain, the tragedy.

Years Of Tears (Addy's Song)

"Holy Water"
Music By: Johnnie Sinister
Produced By: Johnnie Sinister
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In shadows draped, a chilling tale unfurls,
A paradox of darkness, a priest who disturbs.
Within the cloth, a twisted secret lies,
A serial killer, veiled by pious guise.

In hallowed halls, where prayers find their grace,
A predator lurks, concealing his dark face.
Behind the pulpit, he preaches divine,
While craving power, his sinister design.

His sermons sweet, like honeyed words they flow,
Yet wicked thoughts beneath, none truly know.
In confessional booths, secrets whispered low,
The priest, a wolf, disguised among the snow.

His victims chosen, lost souls seeking solace,
Drawn to his presence, unaware of their own malice.
In sacred rites, he finds his twisted pleasure,
The holy man's hands now stained with blood's measure.

He walks the night, a shepherd turned astray,
Silent footsteps whisper, leading prey astray.
In the dead of darkness, his deeds unfold,
The priest-turned-killer, a story yet untold.

But justice awakens, a beacon in the night,
As clues are gathered, secrets come to light.
The hunters pursue, their purpose unyielding,
To unmask the monster, his evil revealing.

Within the chapel's depths, the truth ascends,
The twisted soul, his reign of terror ends.
No more shall innocence shatter at his hand,
A fallen shepherd, banished from the sacred land.

So heed this tale, a warning to the wise,
For darkness can dwell where holiness lies.
Beware the guise of those who claim divine,
For evil hides behind the holiest shrine.

Holy Water

Crucible (Album Intro)

"Everyone wears a mask, only the real ones will remove it to show their true face"
-Johnnie Sinister

Snuff -Slipknot Cover (Reimagined)

When the world is at its darkest, and you are left to be the only shining light. All hope of humanity rests upon your shoulders...

Rebooted

Crown Of Thorns

Night Visions

Desolation

Diplomacy

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Forever humble,
  Johnnie

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