Inspiration: Facing relationship strains

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LYRICS:

Empty coffee cups on different sides of the bed
Sunrise paints your window, my night hasn't even bled
We built our world on laughter, now a void fills the air
Cracks in the foundation, a love beyond repair

We used to talk for hours, now the silence screams so loud
This hollow coexistence hangs like a thundercloud

We live in a house divided, hearts are on the mend
This fractured foundation won't hold till the end
We're living like strangers, adrift in the same space
Is this what forever looks like? Is this all we can embrace

You scroll through social feeds, while I chase fading dreams
Weekends spent in silence, lost in separate streams
Remember when we'd laugh, when our touches would ignite
Now our gazes barely meet, lost in the fading light

We used to talk for hours, now silence screams so loud
This hollow coexistence hangs like a thundercloud

We live in a house divided, hearts are on the mend
This fractured foundation won't hold till the end
We're living like strangers, adrift in the same space
Is this what forever looks like? Is this all we can embrace

Maybe if we tear it down, we can rebuild anew
Start over, stronger, with a love that's more than true
But for now the walls are crumbling, the cracks run far too deep
Are we past the point of saving? Are we destined not to keep

We live in a house divided, hearts are on the mend
This fractured foundation won't hold till the end
We're living like strangers, adrift in the same space
Is this what forever looks like? Is this all we can embrace

Act of Corrosion - 05 - A House Divided

Production by Saint Mike
Vocals & Lyrics by Me
- another blow to the heart again
- why do I do this to myself
- swimming up stream to get some air
- sometimes I wish I would just choke
- yearning for dreamscapes it isn’t fair
- I don’t know what is real
- the more I reach out, seems nothings there
- but still it won’t conclude 

- the minutes the moments, the seconds go by
- it’s still living rent free in my mind
- I drown it all out, pouring into myself
- I love me but I’m so fucking lonley 

- But why was it you
- And not someone else
- I’m dragging my feet
- through some made up hell
- I wish I could speak to my past self
- And tell her to never hit you up again

- new faces come by but I compare
- them to what I saw in you
- trying to fit a circle with a square
- it will never make a two

- the minutes the moments, the seconds go by
- it’s still living rent free in my mind
- I drown it all out, pouring into myself
- I love me but I’m so fucking lonley 

- But why was it you
- And not someone else
- I’m dragging my feet
- through some made up hell
- I wish I could speak to my past self
- And tell her to never hit you up again

- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out
- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out
- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out


#grunge #alternativerock #alternative #alt #emo #deftones

Limerence

DE: Der Song erzählt die Geschichte einer Frau, die trotz einer traumatischen Kindheit, die sie hart und kalt gemacht hat, ihre innere Stärke findet und sich aus der Dunkelheit ins Licht kämpft.

EN: The song tells the story of a woman who, despite a traumatic childhood that left her hard and cold, finds her inner strength and fights her way out of the darkness and into the light.

Lost Girl

All songs copyrighted 
Lyrics

Intro – Spoken/half-sung, atmospheric]
Yeah, they trim the trees,
They rake the fire away.
Build fences strong,
But can’t outrun the laws today.

[Verse 1]
Juan’s got a scar that runs ear to chin,
Said it came from Sonora, not from sin.
He brings his boy on Sundays, just to play
Near the pool he’ll never swim in anyway.

[Verse 2]
Mowin’ lawns under redwood shade,
Hands in dirt while the rich get paid.
Sings to the birds in broken slang—
Every word feels like a chain that hangs.

[Verse 3]
They came last night in unmarked vans,
Took three men like they weren’t even men.
Left their tools in the morning dew,
Leaf blowers still, boots filled with truth.

Verse – Chicano’s Voice]
I send my pay to a border town,
Where mamá lights candles when the sun goes down.
My name’s not ‘hey’ or ‘you in the hat
I got stories, but no time for that.


[Bridge – whispered, rising tension]
Is this freedom, is this fear?
Do we only welcome those we mirror?
My friend cries but hides his face—
Guilt’s a shadow you can’t erase.

[Final Chorus – crescendo, all-out delivery]
They build your world and vanish in the smoke,
Names unspoken, dreams that broke.
You walk on marble, they crawl through flames,
Still you can’t even learn their names.
No green card, no last call—
But they stood taller than us all.

Eucalyptus Blues

Sleepyhead

Homelessness is deeply concerning all over the world, so this song is a reflection off the scenes and moods within the Alleyways.

Alleyways (24-48).wav

If you've ever felt like a ghost in a getaway car...

★ Raw • Haunting • Cathartic ★

Dive into a ghost story where pop-punk’s confessional rage meets hauntcore’s eerie intimacy. This acoustic-driven track wraps desperate highway imagery ("headlights, red lights, sirens bright") in stripped back guitar rawness, capturing the exhaustion of outrunning your own shadow.

Key themes:

☠️ Self haunting (“I’m my own worst memory”)

🚗 Escapism’s dead ends (“Can’t outrun myself in either lane”)

⚰️ Resignation (“Dig myself into a little plot of grass”)

Lyrics:

I distanced myself to see what would stay near
Admittedly I don't see much, all too clear
Head lights, red lights, and sirens bright at the rear
But the subject in the mirror is much closer than it appears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Windows down, July rain as cold as your glare
Heavy is the head, cold wind, silence in the air
Better left unsaid, can't speak what's not here
Never tried my best, couldn't make myself seem to care

But every mile I drive is a roadside flare
Double parked going sixty, lighting a cigarette, texting "I'm almost there"
Can’t outrun myself, in either lane, always left, right, disappear
Wind blows tumble weeds down a familiar road of tears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Am I running from the past or chasing what’s ahead?
These sirens behind me can’t drown what’s in my dread
The lights are getting closer, fear is getting clear
Is it a dead end ahead or highway deer

Rearview conversations I never will outpace
Every mile marker takes a turn to make their case
Tires drift the shoulder, rubber stays in place
Fell asleep at the wheel trying to erase

And I see it now, where I was supposed to be
Spent to much time at lights in disbelief
I believe you now, I just don't trust the memory
Cause you can't get that far with a tank on E

I missed my turn a while back
Think I'll park in the shade
Dig myself into a little plot of grass
I tire of taking winding paths too fast, too fast

Free Download

Flat

An ep I've been making ig I've just been making music to deal with my life. I love making it don't get me wrong, it's probably the only thing that helps me feel in a way. I'm rambling but enjoy I put a lot of effort.

YOU SURE?

finishing up an ep with a few tracks. it'll be out soon.



I sleep in the echo where no one replies
Hung in the static of unopened eyes
Your voice fades out like a hallway of glass
Time forgets gently, I just don’t pass

You forgot I was breathing
Left me ghost, white and slow
Like dust on the frame
Where the picture won’t show

My name is a whisper that no one repeats
A song left to rot in the back of your seat
I haunt through the wires, too quiet to hear
I knock, but you’ve buried the door in your fear

I was here, I was real
But now I just hum in the dark you conceal
I was here, I was real
And now I’m the wound you forgot how to feel

snow (demo)

Your explanations 
are 
underrated   
waited 
all night 
for a sign
unrelated I was 
blind sided

high
enough 
Inside 
trip late
Drip thighs 
disappeared 

rolled eyes 
to find you

Left on read 
end game 
to dead
reach me 
then forget
promise me 
all night 
blind 
side 

High 
enough
Inside 
trip late
Dripped thighs 
disappear

Rolled my eyes 
to find you
To Fuck around 
and find out 
And find you 

explanations are 
underrated

blind side

I originally wrote this song years ago back in my early 20’s after moving from my home town to another city. I was going through allot in my life at that time and really felt alone. I was leaving everything I knew behind along with friends & family to start a new chapter of my life. It really wasn’t a planned move but something that I knew I had to do. Good things actually began to start happing in my life and I was feeling more accomplished than I had ever felt in my life. Now fast forward about 25yrs years later I have now officially given my life to God and throughout the previous 10 years or so in my life He has really opened my eyes to all the blessings He has given me in my life along with the new path He’s put me on allowing me to finally pursue my music. I feel that this song really represents how I’ve been feeling mentally & spiritually. It is a humbling and amazing feeling that you feel once you surrender your life to our Lord Jesus Christ.

Passing Over

Jeremy Ryan Martin is a solo rock artist with a sound forged through raw emotion, real-life struggle, and years of hands-on experience in the underground music scene. His passion for music began at 13, when he formed his first band with middle school friends in the early ’90s. By 17, he was already writing original songs and fronting local rock groups, honing his voice and presence on stage.

Throughout his 20s and 30s, Jeremy played in several rock-driven projects, spending countless hours in recording studios learning the craft of mixing and production from seasoned audio engineers and musicians. A self-taught songwriter shaped by hardship, he grew up with a single mom and younger brother, often turning to his guitar as a way to cope and make sense of life.

Jeremy draws inspiration from the gritty rock legends he grew up on—Metallica, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Candlebox, and other icons of the late ’80s and early ’90s. While those influences echo through his music, it’s his unique voice and deeply personal songwriting that set him apart. Every track he creates is a reflection of resilience, struggle, and healing.

“I love to play my guitar and write songs, but there’s no better feeling than seeing someone else connect with what I’ve created.” – Jeremy Ryan Martin