AXAXC – DEREALIZATION (FULL ALBUM)
🧠 A sonic descent into addiction, masculinity, mental collapse, and identity death.
🕳 Trapcore • Deathcore • Nu Metal • Screamo • Ambient Sludgecore

“This cell doesn’t have four walls. It has my face.”

DEREALIZATION isn’t just an album — it’s a mental event. A full-body confrontation with trauma, weed addiction, spiritual despair, fractured masculinity, and the mask of perfection.
It’s about waking up in your own life… and realizing you don’t recognize yourself.

This record is the culmination of every psychological arc from previous AXAXC albums.
Legacy tracks like “Perfect”, “Tongues of Sin”, and the remastered “End of the Line” find new meaning here — not as isolated songs, but as symptoms in a larger mental breakdown.

🧠 THEMATIC ARC:
Tracks 1–5: The high. The mask. The beginning of collapse.

Tracks 6–9: Duality of identity. Cracks in the mirror. Begging to be seen.

Tracks 10–13: Shame, sin, and spiritual erosion.

Tracks 14–17: Total breakdown → false salvation → reluctant acceptance → final breath.

🔁 LEGACY TRACKS [Derealization Cuts]:
- The Nail in the Coffin
- Perfect
- Tongues of Sin
- TABOO [Remastered – Derealization Cut]
- God is a Woman (And She's Ashamed of Me)
- The Devil Said I'm Okay
- End of The Line [Remastered – Derealization Cut]

These were written long ago, but they always belonged here.
This is where their meaning finally lands.

🩸 HIGHLIGHT TRACKS:
I Am Already Dead [Alpha v.1 & Beta v.1]: The breaking point of addiction and the fracturing of self.

- Walking Dead (P1 & P2): A weed high as synthetic salvation — until the crash. 
- Prison: A scream for release from a self-built cage.
- The Mirror Lies: Rage against the curated persona you’ve become.
- God is a Woman(And She's Ashamed Of Me): The shame of spiritual failure and feminine rejection.

💀 AUTHOR’S NOTE:
“I don't want to be here anymore — but I built this version of me for you.
The man made perfect.
The man made empty.”

This is a neurodivergent death spiral in audio form.
If you’ve ever felt broken trying to be strong…
If you’ve ever loved the high more than yourself…
If you’ve ever built a mask so strong you forgot your real face underneath…
This album is your mirror.

🔥 RECOMMENDED IF YOU LIKE:
#Slipknot • #Korn • #SleepToken • #Nothing,Nowhere. • #BreakingBenjamin • #SlaughtertoPrevail • #Loathe • #FallinginReverse

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.
#AXAXC
#Derealization #MentalHealth #Neurodivergent #WeedAddiction #MalePressure
#Deathcore #Trapcore #NuMetal #Screamo #SoundCloudMetal
#NewMusic #EmotionalBreakdown #DarkMusic #Recovery #Trauma

Prison

The hardest, rawest track on the album. Riff-heavy, aggressive, and defiant. A warning: your grip is your downfall.

The Cost of Control

Ashes of our own

kryptonite

The Fracture Point

tell me i meant something

"Echoes in the Fog" - The climax of Abberline’s journey. Guided by Crowe’s final ciphered messages, Abberline discovers the ritual to sever the entity’s grip: the vessel must die, and another must bear the curse. In a derelict church drowned in fog, Abberline faces Crowe, who flickers between monstrous host and pleading friend. With the pendant shielding him, Abberline drives the ritual blade home, granting Crowe release while binding the Codex’s curse into himself. As Crowe whispers his final thanks, the veil shudders and closes, but whispers still linger in the fog. Abberline, marked and forever changed, steps into the night as both detective and vessel—the hunter and the haunted.


[Intro]
The veil hangs torn, the city bleeds,
The Codex whispers ancient creeds.
A voice of man, a god disguised—
The final truth revealed to my eyes.

[Lyrical Intro]
The cipher led, the path was shown,
Through blood and ash, through flesh and bone.
One vow remains, the blade must fall,
To break the chain, to end it all.

[Verse 1]
I found his words in walls of stone,
Each line inscribed, yet not his own.
A faded photo, shadows weep,
His family’s secrets buried deep.
The pendant glows, the knife is near,
The fog resounds with what I fear.
His eyes reveal a fractured soul,
A man undone, no longer whole.

[Chorus – soaring cleans with gothic choir]
Echoes in the fog—his voice remains,
A soul in torment, bound by chains.
Echoes in the fog—his plea, his name,
I end the rite, I bear the flame.

[Interlude
So bind the flesh, so break the seal,
The Codex burns, the wound won’t heal.
So mark the skin, so call the night,
The host must fall to end the rite.

[Verse 2]
“Do it!—free me now,
The god has claimed what I allow.
These hands are not my own to guide,
The shadow waits, it will not hide.
Strike deep, my friend, the stars converge,
The knife the key, the blood the surge.
The fog will howl, the Codex feed—
Through me it reigns, through me it bleeds.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I hold the blade, my hand will shake.
(You must strike true—for both our sakes.)
The veil resists, the Codex cries—
(This is the end—its grip denies!)

[Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—the bond I sever,
One man redeemed, one cursed forever.
Echoes in the fog—the soul is freed,
The god recoils, yet clings to me.

[Bridge]
Zorath’nim! (unbind the chain!)
Mor’thak keleth! (death-words remain!)
Corpus fractum! (the flesh must die!)
Anima mea! (the soul will rise!)

[Breakdown]
Strike! The gate resounds!
Fall! The host unbound!
Burn! The Codex sears!
Bind! I bear its fears!

[Final Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—his voice departs,
The night still binds, it grips my heart.
Echoes in the fog—her blood, his plea,
One soul set free, one curse on me.

[Extended Outro]
“Thank you, Frederick…”
“Forgive me, friend…”
The pendant burns, the Codex brands,
Its scripture carved into my hands.

The fog recedes but not for long,
Its whispers weave an endless song.
I step alone, the night my shroud,
A vessel born, the curse a vowed.

Tenebris aeternum… (eternal dark)
Domine Umbra… (lord of shadow)
Anima fracta… (broken soul)
VINCIT UMBRA! (THE SHADOW WINS!)

[Outro]
I walk these streets where silence weeps,
I am the vessel the Codex keeps.
Echoes in the fog—they call, they bind…
I hunt the dark… yet it is mine.

Ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhhhh...
Ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhhhh...
Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmm...

Echoes in the Fog

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What Remains Unsaid

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