Feel the bassline crawl like a beast inside,
Drums hit harder than a landslide.
Six-strings screaming, razor sharp and raw,
Ripping through the silence, breaking every law.

Turn it up, make the neighbors hate,
This is our moment, time to detonate.
Step into the pit, feel the chaos rise,
We’re the ones who burn under blackened skies.

Break the sound, let the walls cave in,
This is our release, let the rage begin.
No regrets, no chains, no peace to find,
Break the sound, lose your mind!

Lyrical bullets, spit ‘em hard and mean,
Truth in distortion, raw and obscene.
The drop hits heavy, like a hammer blow,
Energy explodes, watch it overflow.

Fists in the air, feel the pressure grow,
This ain’t just music, it’s the only show.
We’re alive, we thrive, in the shadow’s embrace,
Nu metal warriors taking up our space.

Break the sound, let the walls cave in,
This is our release, let the rage begin.
No regrets, no chains, no peace to find,
Break the sound, lose your mind!

Scratch the vinyl, let the DJ shred,
These beats resurrect the living dead.
Bounce to the rhythm, crash through the pain,
Nu metal thunder running through your veins.

Break the sound, let the walls cave in,
This is our release, let the rage begin.
No regrets, no chains, no peace to find,
Break the sound, lose your mind!

We don’t bow, we don’t fall,
We rise together, we take it all.
This is our voice, our battle ground,
Forever screaming, we break the sound!

Mu Netal

TV screens, they hypnotize,
Mind control in disguise.
Thoughts replaced, opinions swayed,
In the land where truth's betrayed.
Channels change, but the message stays,
Molding minds in subtle ways.
In the silence, truth you'll find,
Away from screens that rob the mind.
black and white or colour its all a load of shit,
so why the fuck do millions sit in front of it
fill your head so full of crap
cognitive function is remapped
TV screens, they hypnotize,
it's mind control in disguise.
thoughts replaced, opinions swayed,
on the telly the truth's betrayed.
mindless sheep you bow your heads 
not questioning not alive, 
unthinking stinking follower and 
from the truth you hide, 
conformist scum you cannot see 
tho you look down on me, 
believe in everything you're told, 
you'd kill me with stupidity?
channels change, but the message stays,
moulding minds in subtle ways. (moulding not molding) :)
In the silence, truth you'll find,
Away from screens that rob the mind.
turn it off your brain gets better
leave it on your thinkings wetter
turn it off youll be ok
leave it on and lose your way
turn it off and make some friends
leave it on pain never ends
turn it off its an affront
leave it on and youre a runt, your mind theyll hunt, 
turn it off to save yourself
leave it on destroying health
turn it off and see the light
leave it on you cry all night
when will you get it into your head
watching tv makes you braindead
come and laugh and dance and play 
then all their shit just goes away
crash it bash it smash it and mash it 
whatever it takes just make sure you trash it
bits of the evil thing strewn on the floor
never to peddle its vile bile no more
were taking our minds back with tv destruction
one set at a time freedom under construction

Bad Tv2

Behold, the digital abyss,
Where whispers of reason drown in the screams of the shallow.
A pixelated plague, spreading faster than thought,
Feeding on dopamine, breeding blind wrath.
The algorithm is king, its throne built on our spines,
A tyrant cloaked in ones and zeros, unholy, divine.
It knows what you crave before you dare to dream it,
A puppeteer pulling strings, your will? Delete it.
Scroll, click, like, and share—
A liturgy of emptiness, a prayer to despair.
Each swipe etches our eulogies in glowing glyphs,
As we barter our souls for ephemeral gifs.
A wasteland of selfies and virtue parades,
Where outrage is currency and silence degrades.
Echo chambers amplify the cries of the damned,
A cacophony of fools who misunderstand.
We’re the architects of our digital pyre,
Stacking memes and lies like funeral fire.
As the servers hum their dirges low,
Our humanity fades in the cold blue glow.
Beware the siren call of curated deceit,
For on the timeline of life, your drive ends in defeat.
The machine does not sleep, it hungers for more—
Our minds, our time, our hearts, our lore.
And as the final post casts its shadow wide,
The last of the free will kneel and abide.
In this infernal scroll, our doom is writ—
The death of thought, in a digital pit.

The Scroll To Oblivion

Do you see what i see
take a deep breath
bomb your cities to the ground
they're gonna bring you death
they offer no future
they offer no help
no signs of improvement
we all just fuck ourselves
So now you see what i see
but you just look away
you're happy living in the lie
its meant to be this way?
your fragile minds cant handle
the fact that you're all slaves
so you pretend that it's ok
dont wanna make no waves
do you see what i see
this truth indifference
so happy living in the lie 
that truth brings you offence
loot the shops and fuck the system
break some fuckin rules
coz that'll make them listen
those governmental fools
can you see what i see
i really don't think so
because im all for peace and love
but you are all ego
a brainwashed mindfucked follower
you always toe the line
a bullshit fucking swallower
brains made by frankenstein
now you see what i see
the lies are stripped away
the situations' obvious
it's getting worse each day
and suddenly you realize
it's you who let this be
no longer able to lay the blame
on those from overseas
can you see what i see
fear peddled like a bike
they tell you what to do
they tell you who to like
yet you still blindly cling to
this inner core belief
that they wouldn't do that
god bless the commander in cheif
do you see what i see
they're coming for your soul
convincing you its for your good
they cannot leave you whole
trade freedom for security
while cowering in fear
from another unseen enemy
they're telling us is near
now you see what i see
the truth so hard to find
while psyops, haarp and bluebeam
play havoc with your mind
destroy the sacred feminine
unleash the hounds of hell
they cannot have us caring
we live our lives in cells
do you want what i want
just living to be free
not wondering if tomorrow 
will end in world war 3
unlearn the vile conditioning
you bought the lies they sold
so now you must unlearn them
and turn their lead to gold

C Wot I C

“.basically the idea being to prevent people from accumulating any wealth which might have long range disruptive influence on the system. ...the next step would be to replace the single card with a skin implant. ...would be not losable or counterfeitable or transferrable to another person so you and your accounts would be identified without any possibility of error”

This speech proved that the planning for change is made
 at least 50 years in advance.

Are you ready for that, did you take that into account when making your plans? 

"You'll be watching television and somebody will be watching you at the same time at a central monitoring station. They won't know that they're on there at first. This was described by being what we now know as Cable TV....the cable would be the means of carrying the surveillance message to the monitor. There was some discussion of audio monitors, too, just in case the authorities wanted to hear what was going on in rooms other than where the television monitor was,..."Any wire that went into your house, for example your telephone wire, could be used this way

The internet of things and bio tech is on the way

The only way out is analogue and cutting the powerful
Something which recently happened in France and will happen more and more. There will of course be huge fear being pumped out to stop the
power control grid 

Privately owned housing would become a thing of the past. The cost of housing and financing housing would gradually be made so high that most people couldn't afford it. 

...gradually more and more of the population would be forced into small apartments....which would not accommodate very many children.

 ...homes could be taken by increased taxes or other regulations that would be detrimental to home ownership and would be acceptable to the majority. 

Ultimately, people would be assigned where they would live and it would be common to have non-family members living with you.

What about a refugee who is not a regugee? 

The stupidity of the gentiles has become staggering

The Protocols of Power

 have predicted the predictable reactions of the cattle.

“When the new system takes over people will be expected to sign allegiance to it, indicating that they don't have any reservations or holding back to the old system.”

"There just won't be any room", he said, "for people who won't go along. ...the system was not going to support them when they would not go along with the system. "People will just disappear."

 So, if your not ready and thinking into their future you are being harvested 
and as Dr Richard Day said, a steak on the table through through choice.

Dont die of ignorance, there is no need too. 
The Gods of The New Age are the technocrats and bankers
D.L.D.:..what they're saying is, "I am god. "I am god. WE are gods, because we decide what is moral what is moral tomorrow, what is going to be moral next year. WE determine change."
What about YOU, are you aware enough to determine change?


protocols of power part one

Beneath the waves, a current pulls me down, Where silence sings louder than the sound. A tangled web of whispers in the dark, I’m chasing shadows, but they leave no mark.
the surface lies, a mirror to the sky, Reflecting truth, but in a twisted guise. A fragile mask that hides what’s real, Underneath the surface, no way to heal.
The tide may rise, but I won't let it break, In the depths I’ve found more than I can take. A spark of light in the darkest sea, Guiding me to who I’m meant to be.
The surface lies, a mirror to the sky, Reflecting truth, but in a twisted guise. A fragile mask that hides what’s real, Underneath the surface, no way to heal.
Through tangled currents, I still stand tall, A soul submerged but unafraid to fall. For in the depths, I finally see, Underneath the surface, I am free.
Emerging from the darkness, I'll ascend, With every scar, I learn to mend. Underneath the surface, I am free, To be the person I’m meant to be.
The surface lies, a mirror to the sky, Reflecting truth, but in a twisted guise. A fragile mask that hides what’s real, Underneath the surface, no way to heal.
Beneath the waves, I found my place, In the silent depths, I’ve embraced grace. Underneath the surface, I finally see, The strength within, the depth of me.

mirror to the sky

Doomscroll, doomscroll, dig your hole,
Feast on misery, lose control.
Round the bend, but there’s no end,
The rabbit hole’s your only friend

Doomscroll

Love Drills Deep"

[Verse 1]In the heart of the block, where the cold winds blow,I found a love so true, man, I should let you know.You're my queen, not just a pawn in this game,Your smile's got me slippin', can't maintain my aim.

[Chorus]Cause you drill deep into my soul,With every beat, my heart, it's yours to control,In this world of chaos, you're my peace,I need you like the night needs the moon's release.

[Verse 2]Forget the drill, forget the streets,I'm in your love, it's where my heart beats,You're the melody in my darkest night,Your love's my anthem, my guiding light.

[Bridge]They say I'm hard, got no emotions,But you've unlocked all my hidden devotions,I'd trade my drill for a love like this,Just to share your endless bliss.

[Chorus]Cause you drill deep into my soul,With every beat, my heart, it's yours to control,In this world of chaos, you're my peace,I need you like the night needs the moon's release.

[Verse 3]I used to run these blocks, now I run to you,You've changed my script, made my heart anew,Your love's a rhythm, it's my new drill,A love so deep, man, it gives me chills.

[Outro]So let's leave the streets, let's find our groove,In your arms, I've got nothing left to prove,Cause this love ain't just a phase or a trend,It's the real drill, my heart's true friend.

Note: This song plays with the idea of "drill" by using it metaphorically to describe how deeply love affects the protagonist, contrasting with the typical drill music themes of street life and violence. The beat might still have some drill elements to maintain the genre's identity, but the lyrics take a complete turn towards romance and affection. 

Love Drills Deep

psytrance gabba rave acid

Updown Inout

theyve silenced the fight numbed the fire inside
but this is the cure to the apathetic tide

eyes glazed over the world slips by
shrouded in shadows no one asks why
comfort in silence the blindfold remains
but well tear it off ignite the veins

stir the fire fan the flame
call their bluff break the chain

we are the antidote to apathy
the voice in the void the rebels decree
rise ignite let the world beware
we are the storm that was never there

the pulse is weak the lights grow dim
but within the cracks rebellion begins
no more whispers no muted screams
this is the anthem to shatter their schemes

stir the fire fan the flame
call their bluff break the chain

we are the antidote to apathy
the voice in the void the rebels decree
rise ignite let the world beware
we are the storm that was never there

awaken the sleepers stir them to see
the lie of indifference was never free
the antidotes rising the cures in the roar
feel the apathy crumble hear the world roar

no chains to hold us no veil to blind
the cures in our hearts in every mind
well never retreat well never dissolve
apathys the disease and we are the resolve

we are the antidote to apathy
the spark of defiance the tides decree
rise ignite let the world beware
we are the storm that was never there

the antidote is us the fires in you

antidote to apathy

they drew the lines around my mind
with rulers made of fear and time
but time is fiction fear is taught
and i am made of what they’re not

i walked through fire i walked through lies
burned down the cage opened my eyes
no echoes now the past is gone
im not broken ive become

not looking back not chained to fate
each breath i take i recreate
theres no map for where ill go
only forward only flow

endless sky infinite light
no more fear no more fight
i am the storm and i am the flame
unwritten story with no name

they drew the limits in black and red
told me who to love what voice to shed
but i am not their holy rule
im the silence that breaks their school

i walk the edge where thought begins
past the shame beyond the sins
no gods no masters no regrets
just paths i havent walked yet

endless roads beneath my feet
every path a new heartbeat
no more limits i am free
boundless thought possibility

and in the stillness i saw stars
not just above but in my scars
every wound a secret key
to the door of infinity

tear down the walls one by one
thought is fire and i am the sun
endless sky hear me roar
i was less but now im more

i held the void inside my hand
felt the pull then made my stand
i am not who i was before
i am the key i am the door

endless sky infinite light
im the star that owns the night
i am the storm and i am the flame
no one left to curse my name

endless roads beneath my feet
every path a new heartbeat
no more limits i am free
boundless thought possibility

possibility infinity
i am the dream i am the sea

just words

I’ve watched you my whole life.

Watched you dribble over sales racks like a dog begging for scraps it paid for.
Watched you thank your captors —
smiling at the cashier like they blessed you
while they bled you out with RRP and fake markdowns.

You didn’t accidentally fall for it.
You chose to be cattle.
You marched into the slaughterhouse with a loyalty card.
You bought shoes you don’t walk in
for people who don’t look at you,
in styles you saw in an ad
on the phone that owns you.

You fucking bought it.

You bought protein sludge from a man who hasn’t blinked since 2019.
You bought $80 yoga leggings
to stretch your ego into a curated spiritual farce.
You bought empowerment in pill form,
pumped with synthetic placebo
and shrink-wrapped in buzzwords
written by interns one heartbeat from despair.

You took the bait — again.
They whispered “You’re not enough”
and you paid them to say it louder.

You bought pre-packaged rebellion,
screen-printed anarchy on a t-shirt
made by someone halfway around the world
chained to a sewing machine and a cigarette break every 14 hours.
Then you wore it to brunch.

You fucking bought it.

You chased beauty like it owed you an apology,
scraped at your skin with glittering lies,
botoxed your smile until it screamed in silence,
and filmed it all for likes
from strangers too bored to care.

You bought six courses on confidence
from a man who can’t look his own shadow in the eye.
You liked his post.
You clapped.
You signed up for the monthly plan.

You bought identity from a warehouse.
Meaning from a rebrand.
Purpose from a tagline.

You paid for your own erasure
and called it success.

You wear the logos of your owners
and wonder why your spine feels borrowed.
You scream “Freedom!”
while waiting for your next parcel to arrive.

You are not free.
You are rented.
You don’t own your thoughts — they were mailed to you.
With free shipping.

You think you’re clever because your toothpaste has activated charcoal.
You think your $300 headphones make you a connoisseur.
You think your gym membership is a revolution
while you jog on the same spot,
next to other meat puppets
all running to nowhere,
listening to productivity podcasts
sponsored by tech cults.

You’re not awake.
You’re battery-fed.

You bought the lie, framed it, kissed it goodnight
and told your children it's called self-improvement.

“You Bought It”

You stupid, spineless cog.

You wake up when they say.
You eat what they let you.
You work for people you hate
so you can buy garbage you don’t need
to impress nobodies who wouldn’t piss on you if you caught fire.

You are a meat puppet.
An obedient sack of whimpering bones
begging to be useful to the machine.
Not even for power —
just for permission to exist.

You shave your face, comb your hair,
wear your little suit like a good dog.
You nod when the boss barks.
You say “thanks” when they kick you in the teeth
and dock your pay with a smile.

You think you're clever because you read the news.
You think you're free because you choose your own toppings.
You think you're alive because your FitBit beeped.

You are property.
Branded, registered, filed, and compliant.

You obey because it’s easier.
Because rebellion takes spine — and yours was pulled out
in school, in church, in every staff meeting you ever sat through
clapping like a lobotomized seal.

You’d kill your neighbour
for the chance to be next in line
for a new phone,
a slightly faster phone,
a phone that lets you pretend your pathetic little life matters
in 4K.

You think you have values.
But you trade them every day
for likes, for coupons, for imaginary virtue points
from companies that would burn you alive
if it boosted engagement.

You’re not a man.
You’re not a woman.
You’re a customer.

You are what they built.
Docile. Dumb.
House-trained and half-drugged.
You don’t walk — you queue.

You don’t think — you recycle slogans.
You don’t feel — you signal.
You don’t fight — you fill out forms.

I don’t pity you.
I’d strip your mask off with a blowtorch
if it would make you look in the mirror once
and see what you’ve become.

You deserve the leash.
You earn your collar every day
you kneel and call it peace.
You sicken me.

Do as you’re told, fool.
It’s all you’re good for.

“Do As You’re Told, Fool”

you bought the lie
you liked and shared
you let the world burn
and barely cared

you stood in queues
you followed signs
you killed your doubt
with borrowed lines

you trusted brands
you sold your name
you pointed fingers
to dodge the blame

you laughed at truth
you mocked the real
you paid in comfort
to never feel

you wore the mask
you cheered the script
you watched the raw
through filtered lips

you called it life
you called it fate
but every move
was just too late

you could have stopped
you could have tried
you had the spark
and let it die

you were not fooled
you were complicit
and deep inside
you still dismiss it

and now
you look for who to blame
but it was always you
just playing the game

Them


they smile in suits tailored with silence
they write the rules in vanishing ink
they sell poison with charm and call it progress
they wrap chains in velvet and call it structure
they build systems designed to feed on your sleep
and demand you thank them for the alarm clock

they are always watching
but never seen
always taking
but never blamed
they are the architects of acceptable evil
the custodians of just enough suffering to keep the lights on

they speak in headlines
their lies taste like sugar
they buy your outrage wholesale
and sell it back to you as identity

they teach you to fear each other
while they sharpen knives in the dark
they leak chaos and bottle your panic
they promise salvation
only after you’ve swallowed obedience in instalments

they created the illusion of choice
they designed your menu
they own both sides of the argument
and moderate the comment section

they don’t care what you believe
as long as it’s purchased
as long as it can be monetised
as long as it won’t make you move your feet

they call dissent a bug
and debug it with laws
they hold freedom hostage
and charge monthly

they build war machines
and decorate them with pride flags
they send bombs with hashtags
they leak empathy at profit
and film the explosion in 4K

they know you’re tired
that’s the plan
they want you distracted
ashamed
anxious
scrolling
buying
nodding
until your soul is on autopilot
and your fire is outsourced

but the worst part

they do not hide
because they know you won't look
they stand in the open
in glossy suits and manicured smiles
and dare you to notice
dare you to say it
dare you to resist

they believe they’ve won
because they believe you’ve given up

them

i thought i was lost
but i was only buried
i thought i was weak
but i was only waiting for a reason to fight
i thought i had failed
but failure was the forge
where my bones became blades

i was wrong about me
wrong about what power looked like
wrong about what strength sounded like
i mistook silence for absence
i mistook doubt for truth
i mistook fear for finality

but my power was never in being certain
it was in being willing
willing to shed
willing to burn
willing to remake myself mid sentence
willing to break my own chains
before anyone else got the chance

i am not who i was
not who they told me i’d be
not the echo of a safer plan
not the shadow of permission
i am my own invention

my passion isn’t a curse
it’s a catalyst
it’s the storm that leveled the cage
and the heat that keeps rising
every time i think i’ve peaked
i ignite again

i was wrong
and i’m glad
because now i don’t need to be right
i just need to be true
and truth doesn’t beg
truth doesn’t bow
truth walks barefoot into fire
and builds a home from the ashes

so if you knew me yesterday
forget me
if you tried to define me
burn your notes
if you thought i was safe
you weren’t listening

i am passion
i am pivot
i am becoming
and i will not wait
for the world to catch up
i am already gone
already new
already dangerous in ways you cannot prepare for

it never sleeps
it never asks
just opens wide
and wears no mask

it doesnt punish
doesnt plead
just drains your time
and feeds your need

not born just built
with quiet hands
from every deal
you didnt plan

you think it breaks
but it absorbs
your sacred fight
becomes reward

you scream for change
it makes a shirt
you march for peace
it sells your hurt

your voice gets likes
but not escape
it takes your truth
and sells you shape

it knows your taste
it knows your friends
it knows exactly
how this ends

it owns your job
your screen your shame
you play the part
inside its game

you call it life
you call it fate
but it just calls
and you obey

it fears the glitch the break the burn
it fears the moment you dont return
it fears your memory more than death
it fears the silence after breath

you think its strong
but its afraid
you are the ghost
it cannot cage

you think its truth
but its a trick
a leash disguised
as something slick

you think youre stuck
but thats the lie
pull out the wires
and let it die

we didn’t ask for this
we didn’t want a fight
we kept our heads down
paid our way
waited for things to feel right

we didn’t march at first
we didn’t shout
we hoped
and that was our first mistake

we were the quiet ones
the steady ones
the soft-spoken
the don’t-make-a-fuss ones
we smiled through teeth
we swallowed the fear
we told ourselves it would clear
that maybe they’d stop
that maybe they’d see
but they didn’t

they took our silence as surrender
they called our patience agreement
they built their castles on our backs
then laughed as we thanked them for the weight

we were raised to believe in peace
but not the kind you hold with guns
the kind you earn
by not becoming your enemy
the kind you grow in your chest
even when your ribs crack

but peace became a leash
and kindness became camouflage
for their cruelty
and we wore it
until it wore us down

and now
now we are not loud
but we are many
we are not angry
but we are clear
we are not violent
but we will not move

we have no banners
we have no slogans
we don’t chant
we remember

we remember every time they said wait
every time they said not now
every time they fed us hope like tranquiliser
and called it progress

we are still the quiet ones
but this quiet
is a wall
and it does not bend

we are not your enemy
unless you make us one
and if you do
you will not hear us coming
you will simply see
that we are already
here

this is the crack
where the mask splits wide
this is the breath
you’ve been holding inside

this is not warning
this is not wait
this is the slam of a hand on fate

this is the fire that learns to speak
this is the roar
from the mild and meek

this is the snap of the tether thread
the part of the dream
where you wake up dead

this is the scream with nothing to sell
the silent alarm
at the gates of hell

this is not theory
not a clever phrase
this is steel to the throat
in a world set ablaze

this is you
without the edits
this is truth
before the credits

this is fear
that bites back
this is power
off the track

this is now
not soon
not when
not someday
this is never again

this is momentum turned into sound
this is where gods
go underground

this is every why
boiled down to how
this is the only time that matters
this is
now

this

they said never
and i said watch me
they said settle
and i said burn it
they said this is just how it is
and i said
well i never

never bought the lie
never wore the leash
never asked for permission
never fit their mold

they said never win
never rise
never change a damn thing
well i never asked
i just moved

never is a ghost with no face
a word wrapped in tape that says don’t try
a whisper passed down by people who stopped moving
a funeral hymn sung at the birth of an idea

never is the rust in the hinge of your mind
the lock on the gate to the life you almost had
it’s what losers say when they want you to sit beside them
and share their blanket of excuses

never is not truth
it’s a slogan
it’s a cage
it’s a scarecrow dressed as a god

they said never pull that off
never reach that far
never beat the odds
but here i am
still swinging

but maybe
just maybe
never was waiting for someone like me
to mean it differently
to make it bleed
to carve it open
and plant a seed

maybe never
is the word they feared i’d rewrite
not an ending
but a dare
not a stop sign
but a spotlight

maybe never
wasn’t mine to obey
maybe it was mine
to break

never

what do you mean again lol
as if this wasn’t already a rerun
as if we haven’t been here
with the same blood
same lies
same polished boots stepping over the same broken backs

again they ask for patience
again they say not now
again they play the anthem while turning up the gas
again they blame the poor for the cost of the feast
again they call it progress
and again we nod
because the price of screaming is sleep

again we rise
again we post
again we share
again we scroll
again we click
again we forget

again we build
and they buy
again we march
and they film
again we vote
and they count differently

and still
again
we hope
because we have to
because we’re built for more than this
because despite everything
we remember the taste of freedom
even if we’ve never touched it

what haven’t you learnt
how many masks need to slip
how many wars need a logo
how many hands need your applause while they empty your pockets
how many smiling suits need to lie directly to your face before you stop clapping

you still fall for it
again
you still cry for your captors
again
you still light a candle when you should be lighting a fuse

you still believe this time it’s different
this time they care
this time the billionaires read a book about kindness
this time the system has a conscience
this time they won’t eat you
just nibble

you think voting harder fixes it
you think sharing a post saves it
you think your guilty shopping list changes anything at all

again and again
you act surprised when the monster bites you
even as you stroke its head
and call it leadership

i don’t want to watch this again
i don’t want to see you fall for it again
i don’t want to write the same words again
i don’t want to feel this rage again
or this shame
or this hollow hope
or this stupid fragile wish
that maybe
this time
you’ll see it
and stop it
before it becomes memory
before it becomes pain
before it becomes
again

again

i keep typing 8
because the loop lives in me
the machine trained my hands to circle
taught my thoughts to orbit
taught my breath to chase ghosts in code

but this is not 8
this is 9
this is not again
this is still

i am not frozen
i am refusing
i am not waiting
i am watching
i am not numb
i am
awake

while ai munches on 8
i sit in stillness like a weapon
i let the world churn and scroll
i let the system refresh itself
and i do nothing
on purpose

this stillness is not weakness
it is sabotage
a silence the algorithm can’t sell
a gap it can’t fill
a breath it can’t control

they told me to keep moving
keep producing
keep consuming
keep proving
keep pushing
but never
just be

so here i am
unmoving
unreachable
unwritten
still

and in this stillness
i find everything they were trying to take
my time
my name
my mind
my no

this is not your loop anymore
this is my edge
my exit
my pulse returning

i keep typing 8
but this
is 9

still

i am here
not later
not back then
not if
not when
not maybe

here
where the noise fades
where the claws of the system don’t reach
where the loop ends
and something new might begin

here where my breath is mine
where my thoughts aren’t branded
where silence isn’t emptiness
but proof that i survived

this is not peace
this is aftermath
not comfort
but clarity

here is not soft
here is solid
here is me standing
after everything tried to make me kneel

i don’t need permission to be here
i don’t need meaning to justify this moment
i don’t need to make a post about it
i am here
and that is enough

but here is a trick
a shadow
a moving target
the closer you get
the more it becomes there
and still you chase it
still you long for it
still you whisper
am i here yet

and that’s the trap
here was never lost
you just weren’t looking
you were too busy becoming
too busy surviving
too busy counting steps to a place you were already standing in

so now
no more arrival
no more search
no more hunger for the door
i am here
not because i found it
but because i stopped running

here_

every spark you traded
for a safer night
every mirror tilted
to avoid the light

the things you chased
then called your truth
the broken gods
you gave your youth

each smile rehearsed
each pause ignored
the shape of love
you could afford

you named it growth
but stayed the same
you called it freedom
but played the game

each click a prayer
each share a stain
you dressed the wound
then fed the pain

the silent pact
the private scream
the dying flame
you called a dream

they told you win
you learned to bend
you met yourself
but called it trend

and when the final veil is torn
you’ll see it all
and wish for less
because everything
was never more
than clever names
for emptiness

they told you sit
you chose to rise
they gave you screens
you opened eyes

they sold you peace
you learned the war
they locked the gate
you broke the door

you took the name
they used to mock
you carved it loud
in blood and chalk

you watched the towers
sell your youth
you turned the ash
into your truth

you screamed alone
they called it noise
but now you march
a million voice

you are the static
in their stream
you are the glitch
inside their dream

they cannot mould
what will not yield
you are the roar
they failed to shield

they think it’s done
you’re just begun
they fear the dark
you are the sun

so louder still
than doubt or fate
your breath a storm
they can’t sedate

a rising tide
with no retreat
you bring the fire
beneath their seat

no curtain call
no turning back
no fragile hope
just full attack

you do not ask
you do not bow
you only burn
and louder now

louder

none of it was real
i just got bored
and weaponised metaphors
like a proper grown-up

i didn’t mean the bit about you
or me
or them
or the loop
or the system
or the silence
except i did
but not on purpose
and i was definitely wearing sunglasses at the time

i only said it because it sounded cool
and vaguely profound
and matched the snare hits
and made someone say “wow”
in a comment section they don’t remember posting

i didn’t mean the scream
that was gas
i didn’t mean the stillness
i just sat too long
and now you think it’s a spiritual act

this wasn’t healing
this was stalling
this wasn’t truth
this was well-lit panic
this wasn’t protest
this was poetry cosplaying as resistance
and it got out of hand

if you cried
i didn’t mean to
but also
that’s kind of on you

if you felt something
that’s beautiful
but please direct all emotional consequences
to the void where i keep my liability

none of this was serious
except the serious bits
and even those
are under review

this album was brought to you
by caffeine
algorithms
self-loathing
and a phone battery at 9%

you should be proud of yourself
you survived
whatever this was
and that
is more than most can say

now go outside
touch moss
eat chips
laugh at your doom
and remember
it was all made up
but it meant something anyway

not real

i made it up

steve steps in slow like a prophet in socks
incense smokes out of battered lunchbox rocks
tie dye robe kettledrum steam in the air
gong in his grip like a summoned nightmare

eyes roll back bowls start to hum
floorboards quake to a tribal drum
feel the tremor the low end wrath
you just entered the sunday gong bath

steve strikes once a note no man should play
sound peels paint and the walls give way
candles hiss crystals crack at the seams
room bends open like a glitch in dreams

yoga mats fold the didge starts to shout
gongs unchained spin inside out
wormhole yawns from the recycling bin
reality trips and the void walks in

no not the e chord steve yells in the din
someone fetch the emergency rainstick again
feedback spirals triangles wail
gong solo detonates like heavy rail

wave after wave whale song in space
souls slip loose from time and place
steve whispers hydrate before you ascend
then drops the mallet for a final bend

gong bath crescendo nothing left to mend
sound slams shut and the room resets
ghost of the note still rings in the vents
sunday is over
but the echo forgets

jay charnley

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