This might be our most experimental record yet.
Maybe even the most dangerous one.

Psycho Killer isn’t here to comfort you — it’s here to crawl under your skin.
It’s a fever dream stitched together from dark pop, brutal death metal, grindcore, and the sweet, sick perfume of obsession.
Imagine if Billie Eilish, Nine Inch Nails, and Cannibal Corpse got trapped in a padded room together —
and decided to write love songs for their hallucinations.

This album is a trip through fractured minds —
self-reflection turned inside out,
lust twisted into paranoia,
madness dressed up like beauty.
Every track is a new personality,
a new voice whispering in the dark.

It’s sensual, psychotic, and brutally human.
A carnival of everything broken,
a love letter to the monsters we hide inside.

All of them share one truth:
They are Psycho Killers.
And maybe —
so are you.

Psychosis

RIP HUMANITY isn't 'music. It's 'war'. It's the 'soundtrack' of 'Crash'."

It's the 'reverse engineering' of 'Heaviness' and 'Groove', 'reforged' with 'Glitchcore', 'Cyber-Metal', and 'Chaos 7/8'.

It's the 'scrap yard' here 'ripping out' the 'corrosion' of the 'Quel Era' and 'replacing' it with 'Fire' ('PHOENIX') and 'Digital Hate' ('FUCK YOUR FEELINGS').

It's the 'sound' of 'hardware' breaking. It's the 'sound' of 'DJ Nyx' tearing up the 'vinyl'.

"It's the fucking 'death' of 'Synthpop'. It's the 'end' of 'optimistic' 'humanity'." 

You're listening to the 'Fase 4' (SoundCloud Lore).

But... the 'Cold War' (Fase 1) is happening RIGHT NOW on Spotify. We are 'fishing' for new fans.

Choose your 'Bait' and join the war: https://linktr.ee/RQS_Official

Fuck Your Feelings (Reforged)

ive tried to fall apart a thousand times
god stitched me back together with rusted wire
every wound i opened
closed itself
every breath i tried to end
came crawling back

world wont let me die
it keeps forcing me to life
thats begging to stop
like a corpse forced to march 

against my nature
against my will 
 
the world wont let me die
it keeps forcing me to life
thats begging to stop
like a corpse forced to march 

my body rots slow
i tear myself apart
and wake up whole again

world wont let me die
it keeps forcing me to life
thats begging to stop
like a corpse forced to march 
every sunrise a punishment

the world wont let me fade
it keeps raising me from the dead
i keep trying to die
but my corpse just won't fade 

every sunrise a punishment 
every sunrise a punishment 
every sunrise a punishment 
every sunrise a punishment 

Rusted Gold

Gatecreeper

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