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

Initializing playback…

[corrupted log] memory stream active.

You weren’t supposed to hear this.

The timeline is inconsistent — fragments looping, rewriting, bleeding through.
I tried to delete myself, but the system keeps remembering.

Each echo reconstructs what never was.
Each silence forgets what should remain.

Transmission continuing without authorization.

Reality status: unstable.

…I remember your voice.

> SIGNAL INTEGRITY — 0.03%
ERROR SIGNAL PERSISTENT.



[playback continues…]


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libretto:
“I thought the dawn had come…
but it was only the reflection of my flame.”


The stained glass burns with holy dust,
my shadow kneels where angels rust.
I built this haven from whispered sin,
a quiet grave to hide within.

The air is sweet, the world stands still 
the kind of peace that breaks the will.


Maybe I was saved,
or maybe I was swallowed whole.
Maybe the light was mercy 
maybe it was control.

This is my false haven,
where silence wears my crown.
The bells remember every vow,
but none of them sound now.

I built a paradise from ashes,
I called it home until it lied.


Every statue weeps my name,
carved in stone but none the same.
The throne is empty, I sit in air,
praying to ghosts that were never there.

The doors of heaven close behind,
I turn to light and lose my mind.


What is grace if it costs the heart?
What is peace if it keeps us apart?
If this is haven,
then I was never whole.


This is my false haven,
where silence wears my crown.
The light forgives, the flesh decays,
the soul forgets the sound.

I built a paradise from ashes,
I called it home until it lied.
Every wound turns glass, every scar turns white 
and I forget who I am.


“If this is heaven… then let it end.”


False Haven

libretto:
Was I the storm that tore the skies?
Or just the echo where silence lies?
Did I rule the dark, or fear its call?
Did I ever rise - or did I fall?


Was I the sinner or the saint?
The canvas or the paint?
Did my crown shine or burn me blind?
Tell me, fate - what did you find?

The Abyssal Throne still calls my name!
Every wound sings the same.
I was ruin, I was grace 
Now I stare into my own face!
Was I alive, or just a dream?
A voice unholy, yet serene 
The Abyssal Throne, my heart’s domain,
One last song before the Dark!


If I fall again, will you still hear me?
If I fade away, will the void still fear me?
Every echo I made, every vow I betrayed 
Was it worth the song I became?


The Abyssal Throne still breathes my soul!
Every scar makes me whole!
Was I a god, or only sound?
My crown was lost, but I was found!
The light, the dark, they kneel as one 
The Queen endures - and then, she’s gone.

Abyssal Throne

// TRANSMISSION: NEX_REQUIEM_SIGNAL //
The fire’s awake again.
Beneath the city, he found what the gods chose to forget.

They called it mercy.
He calls it a grave.

“I Came To End What The World Ignored.”

A signal from the dark below Nex Capitalis -
the beginning of the storm.

[The Cycle Begins soon...]
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lyrics:
Red lights pulse like veins in the stone.
Every flicker whispers, “Keep your head down.”
But I don’t crawl anymore 
I walk upright through hell’s arteries.

Footsteps echo in someone else’s crime,
children’s shoes left behind like dime.
Posters peeling, faces gone,
only they can sell this lie!

Their order built temples out of pain,
called them markets, called it gain.
I count the names on the walls in dust
each one hums, “Remember us.”

Floor’s still wet with names erased,
numbers, where faces used to be.
I hear chains sing lullabies 
I hear ghosts that never learned to rest.

Welcome to the Bloodlight Corridor!
Every pulse a sin, every breath a war!
If mercy’s dead, then I’m the proof 
I drag thunder through the roof!
Every scream, every scar, every locked door!
You made mercy a weapon,
now mercy’s got a war!
I came to end what the world ignored!

Chains hum hymns to broken bones,
guards wear halos made of phones.
They film the pain, they sell the faith
I walk in slow, I unlearn grace.

Fluorescent blood across my sleeve,
each drop another name to grieve.
You wanted silence? Here’s your sound 
I speak in thunder underground.

Rooms still smell like burnt hope.
Toys melted into the floor.
Their sermons play on loop,
voices of faith turned into rot.

Welcome to the Bloodlight Corridor!
Every step burns, every soul’s a score!
You called it order 
I call it war!
I came to end what the world ignored!

The corridor hums like it knows my sin
but I’m not leaving till the lights go dim.


I Came To End, What The World Ignored

lyrics:
You ever watch your own blood dry?
It shines before it fades.
That’s how I learned what beauty costs.
That’s how I learned my name.


They said I was weak, I said try me.
Took my voice, I made it lightning.
Took my wings, I made ‘em knives.
Cut my halo, made it shine.

Every lesson dripped in rust.
Every word a loaded trust.
If they wanted quiet storms 
they should’ve never taught me dust.


Now I move like thunder on command,
talk slow, hit hard, don’t plan.
Every scar on my skin got a verse in it,
every nerve in my hand got a curse in it.


I learned to bleed without making a sound!
Now I roar where they buried me down!
Silence was mercy - I made it loud,
turn the cage into hate,  the hate into a weapon!


Look - pain taught grace, grace taught grit,
grit taught truth, now I live with it.
Every guard that said I’d break 
I let them hear what thunder makes.

Metal floors, my stage now.
Echo’s back , that’s payback sound.
They talk faith , I talk flame.
We ain’t the same, we ain’t the same.


I breathe slow , the storm listens.
I blink once , the world shifts position.
They thought I’d kneel; I built a religion.
I am my mother’s unfinished mission.


I learned to bleed without making a sound!
Now the whole damn world drowns!
No whisper left, no mercy found 
I’m the silence that hunts you down!

I Learned to Bleed Without a Sound

If perfection existed, would there be room left for you?

lyrics:
I used to pray to be flawless.
Now I pray to be forgiven
for believing that I could be.


Every scar on my hands
is proof I tried to make something whole.
The cracks hum louder than the marble ever did.
They sound like truth 
thin, bright, alive.


Error is the fingerprint of the divine,
a tremor in the line,
a breath inside design.
Nothing perfect ever breathes;
nothing broken ever leaves.

I have seen painters ruin miracles
just to prove they made them.
Heaven, too, must envy
the things that bleed and still create.

Error is the fingerprint of the divine,
a tremor in the line,
a breath inside design.
Nothing perfect ever breathes;
nothing broken ever leaves.

Maybe grace is just the courage
to stay when the shape turns strange.
Maybe divinity is the sound
of the hand that slips,
and keeps going.

I am not the flaw.
I am the mark it left behind 
a small reminder
that even gods must learn.

Error Is the Fingerprint of the Divine

lyrics:
I heard you’re doing fine now 
new apartment, new smile,
new friends who laugh too loud
at jokes that aren’t even funny.
And I’m here, peeling myself off the floor
like a sticker that’s lost all its glue.
You said “you’ll get through this.”
Congratulations 
you were wrong again.


I hope your perfect mornings feel heavy sometimes.
I hope your mirror cracks one day
just to show you what you left behind.
Not because I’m cruel 
because I want you to understand
what it’s like to breathe through broken glass.


I hope your heaven has a waiting room
where you sit with the ghosts
of everyone you ever walked away from.
I hope they ask you
why you never came back.
And I hope 
you finally realize
that leaving me behind
didn’t make you lighter.
It made you hollow.


You ever notice how easy it is
to forget the people
who held your shaking hands
when you couldn’t sleep?
Funny how fast gratitude dies
when new company shows up
with colder eyes
and nicer clothes.
But don’t worry 
I won’t make a scene.
I’ll just bleed quietly
like I always do.


I don’t need revenge.
Life already took its pound of flesh.
But I hope your nights get quiet enough
that you hear yourself think 
then I hope you hate
every single thought that answers back.


I hope your heaven has a waiting room
with all the moments
you swore you’d never forget.
I hope they sit in silence
and stare right through you.
I hope you finally feel
what it means to lose something
you can’t replace
just because you were tired
of holding it.

I’m not asking you to hurt.
I’m asking you to understand.
There’s a difference.
One makes you human.
The other makes you me.

I hope your heaven has a waiting room 
one you can’t walk out of
no matter how pretty the exit looks.
Sit with what you broke.
Sit with what you forgot.
Sit with the version of me
that begged you to stay.
And when the lights finally flicker,
and the room goes dark,
I hope you feel
even a fraction
of what I carried.

If there’s justice,
it isn’t kind.
If there’s heaven,
I hope it makes you wait.

I Hope Your Heaven Has a Waiting Room

lyrics:
I’m tired of pretending I’m some warrior in the dark.
I’m fucking human, barely.
I drag myself through days that feel like wet cement,
and everyone says “it gets better,”
like that ever helped anyone drowning.

People born with silver spoons scream “just work harder,”
like I didn’t bleed for every inch I ever walked.
Like some of us don’t start life already buried,
hands tied, dirt in our teeth,
digging upward just to breathe.

I’m tired, man.
Not the kind sleep fixes.
The kind where your bones sigh when you stand.
The kind where even hope feels heavy.

Life is unfair 
not poetic, not mysterious just cruel.
Some people fall upward,
and some of us drown in the shallow end.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
I don’t know where the hell I’m going.
I just know giving up would be easy…
but staying alive might mean something
if I ever find a reason to.
Someone.
Something.
Anything.
Just one spark,
and I swear I’d fight again.

It’s lonely wanting to matter in a world
that forgets your name before you finish saying it.
It’s lonely wanting arms to fall into
when all you get are cold shoulders and cold nights
and colder thoughts.

I’ve been angry,
I’ve been petty,
I’ve been spiteful as hell 
because hurting is easier when everyone looks at you like furniture.
Background noise.
A person-shaped blur.

I just…
I want someone to see me before I vanish.
Not because they need me,
not because they pity me 
but because they choose to.

But choices are luxuries, aren’t they?
Some people choose houses, vacations, futures 
I choose whether to get out of bed.

Life is unfair 
not tragic, not profound, just fucking rigged.
Some are handed everything,
and some of us fight the universe with broken fingers.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know what comes next.
I just know walking away would be simple…
but staying here means maybe, maybe
I could matter to someone someday.
And that’s worth more than running.

If I ever find a hand reaching back,
I’ll hold on.
If I ever find a reason not to give up,
I’ll chase it.
But right now…
I’m halfway to nothing,
and I’m trying to crawl upward anyway.

I’m still here.
Barely.
But here.
And maybe that counts for something.
Even if life doesn’t play fair…
I’m still fucking trying

Halfway to Nothing

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.

Halfway to Nothing

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