Artist: Entity
Composers: Entity, Christopher Joel Martin
Lyricists: Christopher Joel Martin

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Looking back through the past at this hell I call my life
Sinking fast, and I know that I can't win this fight
So alone, like a ghost; my heart's been torn for too long
And I know there's no love inside to keep it strong

Living a life so full of pain
Broken heart and scarring the veins
What comes next?

One broken heart for the dying in misery
A beautiful story for those in tragedy

Seeing past all the darkened areas of my life
Falling fast, and I can't turn my wrongs into rights
But I know I'm alone, living with this pain profound
Just to show that I will keep sinking further down

Living a life so full of blame
Broken heart and starting the shame
What comes next?

One broken heart for the dying in misery
A beautiful story for those in tragedy
Just one more feature starring pure catastrophe
All the pain coming in that keeps on haunting me

Trapped in my life so full of pain
Broken heart and scarring the veins
This comes next

One broken heart for the dying in misery
A beautiful story for those in tragedy
Just one more feature starring pure catastrophe
All the pain coming in that keeps on haunting me

Help me get out of here
Mesmerizing memories of living in fear
Help me get out of here
Hypnotizing harmonies of shedding my tears
Help me get out of here

Living a life so full of blame
Broken heart and scarring the veins
This comes next

One broken heart for the dying in misery
A beautiful story for those in tragedy
Just one more feature starring pure catastrophe
All the pain coming in that keeps on haunting me

Pain Profound

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Die Engel

VIKINGS

My;
By AXAXC

A mirror cracked. A reflection distorted. A story told in fractured echoes.

"My;" is not just an album—it’s a descent into the self. A psychological labyrinth where identity is rewritten, where the same words carry different truths, where the whispers in the dark could be yours… or something else entirely.

This album is a collision of ethereal beauty and punishing weight. Gothic orchestration. Bone-crushing chugs. Whispered secrets. War hymns. Seductive lullabies. Furious confessions. Every track is a different version of the same pain—a dream that shifts into a nightmare, then back again.

NO ESCAPE. NO RESOLUTION. JUST REVELATION.

🩸 What Awaits You in My;?
🔥 An emotional rollercoaster—from eerie whispers to devastating breakdowns.
🔥 A fusion of cinematic deathcore, symphonic metal, and gothic industrial—no boundaries, only destruction.
🔥 A seamless blend of orchestration and violence—violins, war drums, bass chugs, and ethereal choirs guiding you through the abyss.
🔥 A sound that refuses to let you breathe—no moment of rest, no silence that isn’t haunted.

ACT I: REFLECTION
"Whispers"—A hymn sung in candlelight before the storm.
"Mirror Says"—You look into the abyss, and it looks back.
"My End"—The truth, unveiled in tragedy.

ACT II: WAR
"My Mark"—Pain turns into power.
"My Assassin"—The prey becomes the predator.
"My Secret"—The darkness calls, and you answer.

ACT III: FIRE & FRACTURE
"My Burn"—The storm has come.
"My Truth"—The resolution, the warcry, the final act.
"My Hurt"—The soul collapses in flames, never to be the same again.

This is AXAXC at its most relentless, most operatic, most destructive.

A mirror shatters—will you see what’s on the other side?

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.
Let the nightmare begin.

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My; Truth

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A folded paper crown lying on the throne.
Drenched in purity and proudly shown.
Another day goes by, I'm on my own.
It feels lonely, ruling all alone.

Lost in a kingdom made of dimming light.
Dressed in shame but being alright.
Every compliment was gasoline.
Feeding the fire of the machine.
Broken people looked up with awe,
Yet so crowded but still no. Nooo!
You had a life that begged to grow.
You chose to ruin it and let it go.
You wore the shine like honest skin.
Hollow vows, you betrayed your kin.

I folded storms so you could sleep,
Chased the thunder, that made you weep.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Dressed in shame and looking pretty,
Carved under your skin, I need pity.
I learned the language of your storms.
You learned the language of applause.
Every new face a counterfeit gift.
The void screaming make it fit!
All that beauty, all that grace — in vain.
Lost in the hunt for a dopamine gain.
Addicted to power, allergic to truth.
You sold out everything for a moment's proof.

I heard the silence you refused to hear.
You crowned the void and called it dear.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Count the gifts you never saw.
Name the hearts you made a prop.
You fed the hole with strangers praise.
Woke up numb in brighter haze.
So many tears shed — eyes ran dry.
Crown made of vanity to cover a lie.

Betray!!!
Decay!!!

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.
 
Dopamine Throne — does it keep you warm?
Dopamine Throne — how does it feel when the lights are gone?

Tell me how does it feel — ruling a kingdom alone?
Always on your own — from your Dopamine Throne...

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