Bowing to the chains
Screaming for a leash
Licking boots
Your cries never cease
A hollow drone
The swarm aligns
Crawling in filth
Begging for signs

Useful Idiot

What does this song mean to you ? Hope you enjoy :D 

Oblivion

Stand your ground blends acoustic reggae grooves with heavy, downtuned metal. If this hit you, thank you so much for listening, liking, and sharing — it means the world. Follow, drop a comment, and tell me which line stuck with you. More tracks will be on the way soon and i will be uploading more over to Spotify and other platforms soon -Infinium

Stand Your Ground

Good ol head bangin raise the dead metal for you here

Raise The Dead

He awakens inside the digital realm — half man, half code — realizing freedom might be just another illusion.

Reborn in the Circuit

The Fold

In the echo chamber, every whisper turns into a scream.
A haunting reflection of guilt, silence, and the voices we can’t escape.
Driven by emotional vocals, cinematic violin, and heavy guitars, this track dives deep into the shadows of the mind.

🎧 Genre: Emotional Metal / Alternative Rock / Cinematic Metal
🎻 Featuring electric violin and powerful dynamic vocals.

Written & produced by Sense Of Drama.

Lyrics :
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[Verse 1]
Whispers fall through shattered glass,
Voices fade but never pass.
Every word’s a loaded gun,
We scream for love and call it fun.

[Verse 2]
Screens collide, the static bleeds,
Truth dissolves in broken feeds.
I’m shouting loud, but no one hears,
Just echoes drowning in my fears.

[Chorus]
In the echo chamber,
 I’m talking to my ghost,
In the echo chamber,
 I hear my voice the most.

In the echo chamber,
 I’m talking to my ghost,
In the echo chamber,
 I hear my voice the most.
Every sound returns to me,
But no one else believes.

[Verse 3]
We chase reflections, call them friends,
Repeat the lies, again, again.
Our hearts are rooms with padded walls,
We’re safe from pain, but feel it all.

[Verse 4]
I scroll through dreams that aren’t my own,
A thousand faces, I’m still alone.
The louder I cry, the less they care,
The silence hums, it’s everywhere.

[Chorus]
In the echo chamber,
 I’m talking to my ghost,
In the echo chamber,
 I hear my voice the most.

In the echo chamber,
 I’m talking to my ghost,
In the echo chamber,
 I hear my voice the most.
Every sound returns to me,
But no one else believes.

[Bridge]
Break the glass, let voices breathe,
Tear this quiet out of me.
If I fade inside this noise,
Would you recognize my voice?

[Chorus – Final]
In the echo chamber,
 I’m talking to my ghost,
In the echo chamber,
 I hear my voice the most.

In the echo chamber,
 I’m talking to my ghost,
In the echo chamber,
 I hear my voice the most.
Every sound returns to me,
But no one else believes.

In the echo chamber

“Hands On Our Shoulders” is a record about the weight we carry and the grace that carries us. It tells the stories of ordinary people standing in the wreckage of their choices, their losses, and their faith — yet still finding redemption in the quiet presence that never leaves their side.

From the young man learning to raise his children alone, to the boy grieving a father lost too soon, to the faithful teenager holding on through chaos at home, these songs wrestle with the ache of growing up too fast — and the sacred beauty found in sacrifice.

This is an album about learning that God’s hand is never far, even when the world feels unrecognizable. It’s about mercy that doesn’t erase the pain, but redeems it; about fathers, sons, and believers who find strength not in perfection, but in persistence.

Each track is a confession, a prayer, and a promise — that the struggles we bear are not ours alone. We are shaped, steadied, and saved by unseen hands on our shoulders.

What I Couldn’t Say

MONSTERS

Run Devil

Text:
[Verse 1]
Screens glow — brains low,
Another fake king on a plastic throne.
Talk loud, say nothin’,
The crowd’s clappin’ for their own slow burn.
You call that fame? I call it shame.
You sell your soul for a minute of name.
Dumb down the nation, feed the machine —
Reality’s dying on a neon screen!

[Pre-Chorus]
We don’t want your show,
We don’t need that glow!

[Chorus]
Turn off the circus, break the chain!
We want truth, not your fame game!
Turn off the circus, clear the noise —
We are the minds, not your toys!

(solo)

[Verse 2]
Plastic smiles, algorithm lies,
They sell decay in glitter disguise.
They want us numb, not aware,
But I see through that empty stare.
No soul, no thought, no spark —
Just puppets dancing in the dark.

[News / Spoken Rage]
The headlines scream, they sell the fake,
Media feeds the fools they make!

[Breakdown / Spoken Rage]
You call it fun?
I call it a cage.
We feed the beast,
It feeds our rage!

(solo)

[Chorus – Repeat, Screamed]
Turn off the circus, break the chain!
We want truth, not your fame game!
Turn off the circus, clear the noise —
We are the minds, not your toys!

[Outro]
I’d rather watch the stars at night,
Than your fools pretending light.
No crown, no show, no lies —
Just silence… and the truth that never dies.

Turn Off The Circus

About Me
From music to management, I’ve spent my entire life as a musician and entrepreneur. Over the years, I’ve had the privilege of working with a wide range of talented individuals and companies across different industries. I hope you enjoy my music — almost every song is written like a diary entry, reflecting real moments and experiences from my life.

Feel free to follow me on LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/håkan-rosenstam-ceo-cvo-503225235

Reborn in the Circuit

Håkan Rosenstam