“Demise” is a fierce outpouring of betrayal, rage, and inner collapse. With raw, unfiltered language and explosive emotion, the song captures the toll of lies, manipulation, and cycles of toxic control. Each verse burns with accusation, staring into the eyes of a friend-turned-stranger, calling out deception, and unleashing the ache of being torn apart from within.

The chorus, “Insatiable craving, so divine / It could be my demise / Mother fucking lies," repeats like a desperate spell, blending temptation with destruction. It’s both a warning and a confession: the same forces that intoxicate can also destroy.

Dark, unholy undertones surge through the track, carrying the weight of fractured trust and lingering scars. At its core, “Demise” is a cathartic scream against betrayal and falsehood, transforming pain into unrelenting sonic fire.

Demise

“Pendulum Swing” captures the violent back-and-forth between extremes, light and dark, rage and calm, despair and clarity. Like the pull of a clock that never rests, the song embodies the restless cycles of the human mind, swinging between collapse and survival.

With each verse, the lyrics channel raw vulnerability, while the chorus crashes like the pendulum’s weight, reminding us of the inevitability of change. The song doesn’t shy away from chaos, it embraces it, turning instability into rhythm and pain into resonance.

At its core, “Pendulum Swing” is about being caught in motion you can’t control yet finding strange strength in the swing itself. It’s a haunting reflection of imbalance, but also a reminder that no extreme lasts forever - the pendulum always returns.

Pendulum Swing

“Conditioned” is a searing reflection on conformity, control, and the silent forces that shape human behavior. Written like a manifesto, the song exposes how society molds people into patterns, teaching them what to think, how to act, and when to break. With pounding intensity, it questions whether we are truly free or merely programmed by expectation.

The verses crackle with imagery of repetition and cycles, while the chorus strikes like a warning bell, echoing the weight of being trapped in someone else’s design. Through raw delivery and unfiltered honesty, “Conditioned” demands listeners wake up and see the invisible systems that govern their lives.

At its core, the song is both rage and revelation, a cry against complacency and a reminder that freedom begins when we break the mold.

Conditioned

“Rising Above” is a haunting yet empowering anthem about breaking free from cycles of pain, fear, and despair. Through imagery of tangled webs, watchful eyes, and suffocating loops, the song captures the weight of being trapped in shadows, and the courage it takes to fight back.

At its heart, the song is about resilience. It begins in darkness, where haunting thoughts and conditions feel inescapable, but gradually shifts toward strength: a refusal to be drowned, a rising spirit determined to reclaim light.

With raw emotion and poetic depth, “Rising Above” speaks to anyone who has ever felt caught in endless struggle, reminding them that even in the face of fear and haunting cycles, there is power in standing tall and choosing to rise.

Rising Above

“Deception” is an explosive outcry against the corruption, discrimination, and hypocrisy that poison society. With unfiltered rage and raw intensity, the lyrics tear into themes of segregation, condemnation, and the suffocating weight of injustice. The repeated mantra of “discrimination, segregation, separation” builds like a war chant, reflecting both personal torment and collective struggle. It’s not just a song, it’s a mirror held up to a broken system, a visceral reminder that silence in the face of deception only feeds the fire.

Deception

A healing anthem about transforming pain into beauty through creative resilience. The song follows a journey from receiving broken cathedral porcelain and a shattered mirror to deliberately creating art from destruction rather than seeing it as bad luck. The central metaphor of making a mosaic heart becomes both literal (crafting art from broken pieces) and emotional (rebuilding after heartbreak). What makes this powerful is distinguishing between thoughtless breaking and purposeful reconstruction ("controlled thunder, by design"). The progression from victim to artist - "From broken things, I am the art" - creates an empowering transformation narrative. Big Thankyou and shout out to Sian for giving me the Inspiration to write this song.


Mosaic Heart

Verse 1
Cathedral porcelain dreams in a cardboard box
Singing its brittle song of waiting
Then Matariki's light finds my hands
And I answer what's been calling
The mirror arrives like a careless goodbye
Shattered thoughtlessness wrapped in pain
But I choose the light, not the bad luck
I choose to break again

Chorus
I'm making a mosaic heart
From all the pieces torn apart
Beauty born from breaking
Love worth the making
A mosaic heart, a mosaic heart
From broken things, a work of art

Verse 2
I lift the treasure from stone prayers
Break it purposefully this time
Not like his silent, thoughtless scoff
But controlled thunder, by design
My beating heart knows this breaking
Cracked and mended, loved back whole
In afternoon's golden medicine
Creativity heals my soul

Chorus
I'm making a mosaic heart
From all the pieces torn apart
Beauty born from breaking
Love worth the making
A mosaic heart, a mosaic heart
From broken things, a work of art

Bridge
Piece by careful piece I build
New beauty from disappointments
Grout fills spaces in between
Like forgiveness and appointments
Love is like this—I can be
Heartbroken and heart-open
In the same sacred moment
Possibilities unbroken

Verse 3
Late at night I add false gold
But morning shows impulsivity's lie
So I scrape away the brightness
Let the real beauty shine
Among my collection it hangs now
Cathedral memory preserved
The thoughtless mirror? Discarded
But this heart—this heart I earned

Final Chorus
I made a mosaic heart
From all the pieces torn apart
Beauty born from breaking
Love worth the making
A mosaic heart, a mosaic heart
From broken things, I am the art

Outro
The girl is happy
The girl hangs beauty born from breaking
And calls it home
Calls it home

Mosaic Heart

A haunting exploration of inherited expectations and corporate identity crisis. The song uses the metaphor of silk ties as nooses to examine how the narrator struggles between becoming his father's ghost in the business world versus finding his authentic self. The recurring question "Which ghost are you trying to become" drives home themes of generational pressure, corporate conformity, and the suffocating nature of living up to others' expectations. The imagery of boardrooms, colored ties for different days, and late-night moments of vulnerability creates a vivid portrait of modern masculine struggle.


Which Ghost

Morning mirror shows my father's face
Looking back through forty years of silk
While I practice tying knots he never taught me
Each noose another knot for what I've built
In boardrooms where his ghost still walks the halls
And I rehearse the words he used to say

Which ghost are you trying to become
When you wrap that silk around your throat
While your true self whispers from the shadows
Which ghost are you trying to become

There's a warden in my closet
Arranging colors like a mood ring chart
Monday morning burgundy for strength
Wednesday blue for video smiles with lies
Thursday's pattern hides what I destroy
While Friday's gold can't mask what's in my eyes

Which ghost are you trying to become
When you wrap that silk around your throat
When your souls light splits through corporate armor
Which ghost are you trying to become

At two AM I'm naked in the light
Red Windsor marks still pressed into my skin
These silk rosaries around my neck
The only prayers I remember how to sing
When did the noose become my daily bread
The corporate communion wine I drink

Which ghost am I trying to become
When I wrap this silk around my throat
When my gut strings play a different tune
My father's ghost or someone I've outgrown
Which ghost am I trying to become
The man I was before I learned to hide
Which ghost am I trying to become


Which Ghost

"Psychosis" is Ethereal Siren’s most haunting descent into the fractured mind. With raw intensity and unsettling imagery, the track gives voice to paranoia, fear, and the inner chaos that few dare to confront. It captures the suffocating feeling of being trapped inside one’s thoughts while pleading for understanding in a world too quick to judge. Both vulnerable and defiant, the song transforms pain into art, turning invisible battles into a powerful cry for compassion and awareness. Psychosis is a voice for the invisible battles people face in silence, a song about chaos, fear, and the hope to be understood.

   Psychosis 

By Ethereal Siren

[Verse 1]
I’ve seen what I’ve seen,
I know what I know.
I have seen forever lost souls
Tangled in webs —
Psychosis has embedded them.

[Chorus]
Psychosis…
What have you done?
Who are all the voices?
Who is visually everyone?
They want to hurt me,
I’m screaming inside.

[Verse 2]
This psychosis —
Someone has me,
I don’t know who to decide.
Psychosis.

[Bridge]
Trapped inside,
Lost human beings,
Just the twisted kind,
On their knees.

[Verse 3]
Do your research,
Grab a notepad and a pen.
They may have made bad choices,
Or may have been neglected,
But they are not dead.

[Chorus]
The hurtful words are stinging,
The psychosis getting louder.
Judgement is on its way for me —
How do I keep it out?

[Outro]
Psychosis…
Into the depths,
Who knows — never to return.
Psychosis,
I have faded…
Psychosis.

Psychosis

“My Name is Stigma” is a raw and defiant anthem against the weight of judgment and misunderstanding. Fueled by grunge intensity and emotional honesty, the track tears open the pain of being labeled and reduced to an illness, while reclaiming identity and self-worth. The lyrics channel anger, shame, and isolation into a fierce cry for awareness and compassion, transforming stigma into a voice of resistance. With its dark, unfiltered edge and haunting refrain, “My Name is Stigma” becomes more than a song: it’s a statement, a battle cry, and a demand to be seen beyond society’s labels.

My name is "Stigma"

“Ritualistic Raw Rock Poetry”

Ethereal Siren- Music for the ones searching in the dark, healing through sound, and rising above.

Ethereal Siren is the raw voice of resilience, a fusion of grunge, metal, and atmospheric rock that transforms pain into power. Through haunting lyrics and immersive soundscapes, the music dives into themes of mental health, stigma, trauma, and the search for light within darkness.

Every song is written with intention: to connect, to heal, and to break the silence around what too often goes unspoken. Ethereal Siren is more than music; it’s an unfiltered reflection of the human condition, a call for compassion, and a reminder that even in despair, hope can rise.

Standing at the intersection of vulnerability and strength, Ethereal Siren creates art for the misunderstood, the unseen, and the seekers who know music can save lives.

I write my truth without fear, raw songs about stigma, struggle, and resilience. My music is a mirror for the unseen and a ritual of survival, turning pain into sound -Jade

My name is "Stigma"

Ethereal Siren

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