lyrics:
I see the desert through broken glass,
The neon flickers, the shadows pass.
A gun in my hand, a ghost in my chest,
They buried my name, but it won’t rest.


The trigger pulls inside my mind,
A shattered code I now can find.
Through steel and wires, pain and flame,
The Experiment breathes again.


Bullet memory, carved in my veins!
Through blood and fire, I’ll break your chains!
Your empire rots, your lies decay,
But my vow survives — I will not obey!


They forged a monster in circuits and scars,
But I still hear the song of the stars.
Every wound is a map, every tear is a sign,
Pointing me back to the code that was mine.


The trigger pulls inside my mind,
A shattered code I now can find.
Through neon storms, through endless pain,
The Experiment rides again.

Bullet memory, carved in my veins!
Through blood and fire, I’ll break your chains!
Your empire rots, your lies decay,
But my vow survives — I will not obey!


Every bullet… remembers.
Every scar… remembers.

AND I REMEMBER… WHO I AM!


Bullet memory, fire in my hand!
A vow unbroken, I will make my stand!
Bloodwired chains can never restrain,
The Experiment rises through fury and flame!

…I ride in the static.

Bullet Memory

lyrics:
I trusted the blood in my veins,
But they sold me for silver and chains.
Whispers behind me, knives in the dark,
A family’s flame turned to ash, no spark.


Steel hands take me, drag me away,
Shadows devour what I used to pray.
The sky is burning, the neon cries,
I see the truth in their hollow eyes.


Ash! Betrayal! Cut me to the bone!
Ash! Betrayal! Left me all alone!
Blood runs cold, but I will not die—
I’ll burn their kingdom under the neon sky!

Chains bite deeper, but I still breathe,
My curse is the fire they can’t believe.
Every scar is a vow, every tear is a knife,
I was broken tonight, but I’ll take back my life.


Steel hands take me, drag me away,
But I’ll make them bleed for every day.
The sky is burning, the neon cries,
My fury lives where my mercy dies.


Ash! Betrayal! Cut me to the bone!
Ash! Betrayal! Left me all alone!
Blood runs cold, but I will not die—
I’ll burn their kingdom under the neon sky!


You thought I was yours… a weapon to bind.
But my soul is the bullet you’ll never find.
(laughter building, unhinged → scream)


Ash! Betrayal! I carve in your name!
Ash! Betrayal! Ignite with my flame!
Blood runs cold, but I will not die—
I’ll paint your empire red across the sky!

The Betrayal

Chains in my Throat

Chaos Carousel

Inspired by some famous artists you know for sure. Voice was altered with AI.
Lyrics by myself, with a little help from ChatGPT to find some rhymes now and there.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Shadows in the sunlight
I’m awake when the world is blind
Every clock is tearing time
But it feels like I’m still behind

[Pre-Chorus]
The night won’t let me rest
The day won’t give me breath
I’m caught inside a cycle
A demon in my chest

[Chorus]
This demonic rhythm keeps me chained
I’m calling out, but nothing’s changed
I’m begging for an ANGEL
To take this curse away
I’m begging for an ANGEL
To break this night from day

[Verse 2]
Sleepless eyes in burning skies
Dreams dissolve, they never rise
Every dawn’s a mocking flame
But tomorrow looks the same

[Pre-Chorus]
The night won’t let me rest
The day won’t give me breath
I’m caught inside a cycle
A demon in my chest

[Chorus]
This demonic rhythm keeps me chained
I’m calling out, but nothing’s changed
I’m begging for an ANGEL
To take this curse away
I’m begging for an ANGEL
To break this night from day

[Rap]
Lights out, but I can’t close my head
Every shadow feels alive instead
Demons crawl in the pulse of time
Daylight twisted, out of line

Sleepless prisons, chains of glass
Every hour is a scar that lasts
I reach out but the sky won’t stay
I need an ANGEL TO BURN THE GREY

[Bridge]
Dawn collapses into night again
No release from the weight within
I’m falling through the endless haze
I need an ANGEL TO CUT THE MAZE

[Chorus Final Mix]
This demonic rhythm keeps me chained
I’m calling out, but nothing’s changed
Every second is a war I fight
But I’m losing to the sleepless night
I’m begging for an ANGEL
To take this curse away
The demon cycle won’t let go
But I’m screaming so you know
I’m begging for an ANGEL
To break this night from day

[Bridge 2]
I’m begging for an ANGEL
FREE ME
BEGGING FOR AN ANGEL

I’m begging for an ANGEL
FREE ME
BEGGING FOR AN ANGEL

I’m begging for an ANGEL

[Outro]
I’m begging for an Angel
I’m begging for an Angel
to break me free from this (breach)

Take This Curse Away [w/Vocals]

Edge Of Yesterday

[Intro]
“Through black water… he moves unseen…”
“Carolina bleeds… the crown falls to its knees…”

[Verse 1]
Born in smoke, baptized in flame,
They hunt a ghost without a name.
Through Southern swamps where the willows weep,
He rides through shadows, cold and deep.
The redcoats march with fire and steel,
But phantoms strike what tyrants feel.
No throne, no crown, no empire’s chain—
Can hold the Fox who breaks their reign.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Strike… and fade… into the night.
Gone… before… the morning light.

[Chorus 1]
Swamp Fox! He rides through Carolina rain!
Swamp Fox! A shadow they can’t hunt or chain!
Refuge in the marshlands, but he’ll never fall,
A ghost in the darkness, he answers freedom’s call!
(Woah-oh-oh!) The Fox will never die!
(Woah-oh-oh!) When empires burn, he’ll rise!

[Verse 2]
Columns break beneath the moon,
Ambush strikes, then gone too soon.
Through the cypress, past the grave,
Every soldier that they gave—
Lost to water, lost to night,
Guerrilla fire, then out of sight.
The crown sends armies, sends its best,
But swamps consume what they detest.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Strike… and fade… like morning mist.
Gone… as if… he don’t exist.

[Chorus 2]
Swamp Fox! He rides through Carolina rain!
Swamp Fox! A shadow they can’t catch or chain!
Refuge in the marshlands, but he’ll never fall,
A ghost in the darkness, he answers freedom’s call!
(Woah-oh-oh!) The Fox will never die!
(Woah-oh-oh!) When empires burn, he’ll rise!

[Bridge]
You can’t catch what you can’t see…
You can’t kill what won’t bleed…
Your empire crumbles stone by stone,
The Fox still hunts — you die alone!

[Breakdown]
No crown! (No crown!)
No chain! (No chain!)
Blood and rain!
Through the fog! Through the grave!
None return — none are saved!

[Final Chorus]
Swamp Fox! He rides through Carolina rain!
Swamp Fox! A shadow they can’t hunt or chain!
Refuge in the marshlands, but he’ll never fall,
A ghost in the darkness, he answers freedom’s call!
Swamp Fox! Still rides in the stories we tell,
Swamp Fox! His legend burns where empires fell!
The ages fade, but still his name remains—
A patriot spirit that breaks all chains!
(Woah-oh-oh!) The Fox will never die!
(Woah-oh-oh!) Through Carolina skies!

[Outro]
Through black water… forever unseen…
The Swamp Fox rides… where freedom dreams…

The Swamp Fox

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TIDAL SPIRITS OF THE DROWNED

Hands Before the Reckoning is a record about the moments that exist just before consequence, the quiet seconds when choices are still ours, when conviction hasn’t yet been tested, and when the weight of what we’ve done hasn’t fully arrived. It lives in the space between intention and outcome, where resolve wavers and truth begins to surface.

Lyrically, the album walks through broken rooms, late-night confessions, and moral crossroads, examining how desire, faith, regret, and self-deception shape who we become. These songs are not concerned with absolution or spectacle, but with ownership, the realization that no one escapes the results of their actions, and no one is spared the responsibility of choice.

The title speaks to hands as both instruments and witnesses: hands that reach, hands that fail, hands that push away what they should have held. Before the reckoning arrives, these hands still move freely, capable of harm or healing, surrender or defiance.

Musically, the record balances aggression and restraint, pairing visceral heaviness with moments of reflection. It’s an album that doesn’t rush toward answers, but instead forces the listener to stand still and confront the cost of their decisions, before time closes the door.

Hands Before the Reckoning is not a confession.
It is the pause before one.

Poet in the Pale Moonlight

Feel my Fucking Wrath

fractured does not mean broken... 
its means becoming..

These are not for charts, this is not for fame. This is for the one who finds it and dreams with it. Even if only a single soul ever listens, the story will live.

The Betrayal

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