lyrics:
“…freedom… infection… memory… mine…”

The city bleeds in neon streams,
Wires are burning through my dreams.
Every pulse, a holy fire,
Every vein, a false empire.

Through broken glass, the silence sings,
I wear the crown of shattered things.

NEON VEINS — they carry me higher!
Glowing rivers, a cathedral of fire!
Your song is gone, I’ve stolen the name…
In bloodwired light, we’re never the same!

I hear your voice, but it fades away,
A shadow erased by the break of day.
Your memory dies, your vow decays,
But I still rise in the neon blaze.

Through broken glass, the silence sings,
I wear the crown of shattered things.

NEON VEINS — they carry me higher!
Glowing rivers, a cathedral of fire!
Your song is gone, I’ve stolen the name…
In bloodwired light, we’re never the same!

“Your memories… are mine now.
Every vow… rewritten.
Every scar… consumed.”

NEON VEINS — the world is burning!
Every vow I’ve carved, I’m overturning!
Your echoes fade, erased in flame…



Neon Veins

It's Only a Matter of Wine

عَجباً وطَرْفُكَ لِلدِّماءِ مُحلِّلُ
لِدَوامِ دَوْلَتِكَ الَّتي لا تَعْدِلُ
وإذا أَتى خَطُّ العِذار مُجدِّداً
لَكَ في الولايةِ يا تُرَى مَنْ يَعْزِلُ
لَامَ العَذُولُ على هَواكَ جَهالَةً
تَبّاً له أَعَلَى مِثَالِكَ يَعْذِلُ
فَعَلَيهِ أَنْ يُبْدي المَلامةَ جاهِداً
وَعَلى المُحِبِّ بِأَنَّه لا يَقْبَلُ
يَا طَلْعَةَ القَمَرِ الَّذي لا أَنْثَنِي
عَنْ حُبِّهِ أبداً ولا أَتَبَدَّلُ
شَخِصَ الأنامُ إِلى جَمالِكَ وَانْثَنُوا
عَنْهُ وَقَدْ أَثْنوا عَلَيهِ وأَجْمَلوا
فَحَدِيثُهُمْ عَنْ حُسْنِ وَجْهِكَ مُسْنَدٌ
وَحَدِيثُهُمْ عَنْ طِيبِ رِيقِكَ مُرْسَلُ

عَجَباً وَطَرْفُكَ لِلدِّمَاءِ مُحَلِّلُ | الشاب الظريف

The Time Is Now

Wicked game reimagined Jazz and Noir

One of my only all flamenco acoustic guitar tracks because its so damn hard on my fingers. LOL

Changing Seasons

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.

Neon Veins

illusixn