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RONIN

“Burn the System” is a sonic protest — a fire lit not with gasoline, but with truth, memory, and rage sharpened into verse.

Written from the perspective of someone betrayed by the very systems meant to protect them, this track is a personal uprising, a digital Molotov thrown into the archives of silence. It tells the story of medical abandonment, forced withdrawal, and the corrupt small-town machinery that silences dissent through paperwork and power.

No threats — just facts. No violence — just volume.
This isn’t fiction. This is testimony amplified.

Welcome to Silk & Circuitry: where the beat is forensic, and the lyrics leave burn marks.

Burn The System

My First Time (cover)

I’m on the high road
Everything below went up in smoke
Did my time, now I let it go
I move slow, that’s how I grow
Yeah, I’m on the high road
Ain’t no hate in the air I blow
If it burn, that’s how it show
Still too chill to lose control

High Road

Madre

Black Cat Tongue

Для чого любов

"Love as a Crime Scene" is an introspective soul, pop, blues
narrative about loneliness, memory, and the slow reconstruction of life after loss.
Built around haunting imagery and rhythmic spoken poetry, the song transforms grief into a living, breathing space, a house that becomes both witness and mirror to human absence. Every verse moves through ordinary details, a coffee cup, a jacket, a bed, and turns them into emotional evidence of love’s echo.
This song is a truly foundation for a heartbreaking song. The language is sophisticated, and the images are deeply evocative. "Love as a Crime Scene" the more poetic will depend on the musical direction.
"Love as a Crime Scene" speaks to listeners who know what it means to be left with silence that’s too loud, trying to find rhythm again in solitude. It’s not about despair, but endurance, about rediscovering breath, peace, and presence within the walls of memory.
The song ultimately emerges from mourning toward quiet resilience: where silence becomes music, and emptiness begins to heal.


Love As A Crime Scene

SOUL SPLIT (Individuation) is a dark EDM ballad about the moment two souls meet the same truth - and choose different paths.

Inspired by Jungian individuation, this track explores rupture, rebirth, and the split between integration and escape. Both were offered the same fire. Only one chose to burn, heal, and become whole.

Not about blame or loss, but remembrance.
The light forming from within.

A track for deep release, embodied movement, and inner clarity.

Soul Split

Verse 1 – isolation + faith barely audible]
I speak, but the air swallows it (//)
Even God barely responds (•)
I’ve counted nights by heartbeats (//)
Not clocks, not calendars (⤺)
I’ve asked questions with no answers (//)
And heard only my own echo (•)
Every whisper of faith
feels distant, fractured, slow (//)
I move like a ghost in my own home (⤺)
Every corner reminds me
of what I carry alone (//)
Fatherhood keeps my hands steady
My eyes steady, my heart contained (•)
I don’t pray for comfort
I pray to endure
To exist without collapsing
⸻
[CHECKSUM – motif]
Faith doesn’t rescue.
It verifies.
⸻
[Hook – minimal, pulse-driven]
I am here
but barely heard
God whispers
in the static of the world
I hold
I endure
I measure every breath
I survive
⸻
[Verse 2 – existential void]
I’ve walked rooms filled with people
and felt like the only soul alive (//)
Prayers sent into nothing
but still obeyed by my posture (•)
I’ve spoken to the ceiling
and listened for a reply (//)
It never comes
except as expectation
tested, stretched, strained (⤺)
I measure faith not by sensation
but by the force it imposes on me (//)
I don’t feel peace
I feel the weight
I don’t hear guidance
I hear the silence
and it shapes me
more than any voice could

Black Cat Tongue

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