Blending heavy riffs with humor, the Pudding Dragons deliver unforgettable nu-metal experiences. Our music fuses intense energy and raw power with a playful, lighthearted vibe, creating a fun, engaging atmosphere. Whether headbanging to crushing sounds or laughing at irreverent lyrics, we welcome everyone to join the chaos. It’s heavy metal intensity meets carefree spirit, making every performance a wild, thrilling adventure where fans can let loose and enjoy the ride.

Karen kicked my dog!

3.am Tyrant

Steel treads devour the ground, my heart pounding in my chest
Rolling into chaos, no time for fear or rest
We’re all afraid to die, but in this furnace of war
Survival is all that matters, so I crush what came before

I feel no shame inside, no guilt to stain my soul
This world’s corrupt and vile, we’re just beasts lost in the cold

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

I’m numb to all the carnage, the screams fade in the smoke
No conscience left to plague me, all empathy revoked
The beast in me awakened, devouring each command
A soldier of destruction, swallowing the damned

Survival’s all we know, we take what we can find
The stench of war is choking, but we’ve left our past behind

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

Will I ever see the ones I left behind?
In the violence, reason dies—hope is hard to find
Yet something in me whispers that this might end someday
But I’ll never be the same once my soul has gone astray

Death roars in every breath, shadows claw at the sky
No turning back from horror, only more will die
Numbed to terror’s voice, forging forward without peace
Bound by war’s corruption, chained to its release

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, I pray I’ll make it through
When the smoke has cleared at last, the bitter truth is due

Nothing will be like before, no innocence remains
A mind forever stained by war, baptized in its flames
A twisted path of violence that echoes from the past
In the end, we’re all just beasts—our humanity won’t last

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Tank of Corruption | ALBUM

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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