Let's Dance

In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

ghost kiosk

my cover of one of my most favorite songs of all time from the band the Blonde Tongues!

hey good lookin'

Somewhere Lost in Time

Waiting

A instrumental Dj Shadow type of boombap track with soundtrack samples and Latin vocals. Now available for puchase via link to BandCamp.

No te comprendo

lyrics:

I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out

Half Empty, don't tempt me
You been looking for a reason to cut me up
You shank me, when I was in need
Smile on your face every time you lost my trust
She sat in the backseat, all night
Hand between her thighs as she tried to hide that knife
She said not to worry, baby
It might be a little pinch, but everything will be alright

Cut me up, cut me up show me my veins yeah
Throughout the night suicide is where my heads at
You took your fangs to my neck and now I'm out of breath
I took a chance with your love and I got too attached

I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out
I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out

Cut me up, cut me up show me my veins yeah
Throughout the night suicide is where my heads at
You took your fangs to my neck and now I'm out of breath
I took a chance with your love and I got too attached

ichor

didn’t have a cover and i cropped twin out but she won’t know 🤫

it’s 4am and I can’t sleep because im thinking about them

A genre-blurring collision of EDM, punk grit, and neurodivergent philosophy, Magnet Theory of Social Energy is more than an EP—it’s a manifesto set to rhythm. Inspired by the lived reality of fluctuating social energy, emotional burnout, and the invisible fields that bind or repel us, Vorynth dives into the push-pull mechanics of connection with raw vulnerability and fire-forged wit.

From the glitch-laced chaos of "Attract / Repel" to the cinematic stillness of "Resonance," each track explores a magnetic state—whether it's masking fatigue, rejecting performative loyalty, or clinging to the rare bonds that truly recharge us. Written from a neurodivergent lens and fused with poetic intensity, this project asks the deeper question: What are we really pulling in—and who’s truly tuned to our frequency?

For the wired, the worn out, the wanderers, and the ones who feel everything too loud—this is resonance.punnuero

Spoon Fed Static

My pretty girl (Remastered)

Leave Me With Kindness

Vorynth | One Mind. Many Voices.

Vorynth isn’t a face on a stage or a voice behind a mic.
Vorynth is an entity—born of myth, rage, and the raw digital void.
There are no live shows. No performances. Only the music.

The vocals you hear are AI-generated—but this is no one-click creation.
I design vocal models, shape lyrics, and produce with intent.
Tools like Suno and others allow me to channel deep emotion and pain into sound—but behind every track is my mind, my story, my fire.

Vorynth speaks in many voices, but thinks with one.
And though I haven’t yet shared my true voice—
Not until I find the courage of my Helios, my destiny—
I give you this music to feel, break with, and become.

Vorynth exists in the digital. But lives in the real.
This is not performance. This is expression.


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Vorynth

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