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"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

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

"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

"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

Desolation

Diplomacy

Searching For A New Drug

Black & Red

Mixer/ Audio Engineer
Producer/ Guitarist Owner of RAD Records - DM for quotes


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  Thanks,
Johnnie

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