
### 📍 SoundCloud Kontaktpunkter

- **Adresse:**  
  Rheinsberger Str. 76/77,  
  10115 Berlin, Tyskland

- **Generell kontakt:**  
  ✉️ [contact@soundcloud.com](mailto:contact@soundcloud.com)

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To Your Knees

[Verse 1]

Yo, mic check, one two, is anybody listenin' real?

To the static hummin', how a broken spirit feels

They sellin' narratives, slick deals on what's true

But my own truth's buried, tryin' to break on through

Look around this circus, paper masks on every face

Chasin' phantom futures, lost in time and space

They say "be present," but my mind's a fugue state

Questionin' the 'why,' before it's sealed by fate

This ain't a life, it's a script, meticulously planned

Where the individual's soul gets sifted through the sand

Contemplatin' purpose, in this orchestrated scene

What does it mean to exist? What does it all mean?

[Chorus]

This ain't livin', this is just existin' loud

A phantom presence lost inside the crowd

They strip the essence, try to make you proud

But my spirit rages, breakin' through the shroud!

Yeah, my existence is a question mark, etched in the sky

My presence a protest, watchin' the moments fly

My essence untamed, refuse to just comply

Before this fabricated reality, I choose to defy!

[Verse 2]

Who decides the blueprint? Who etched the core design?

Am I just a product? A number on a line?

They talk 'identity,' then try to mold your form

But the true self screams, weathering the storm

My presence ain't a fleeting ghost, a whisper in the breeze

It's a guttural roar, bringin' tyrants to their knees!

You wanna see my essence? Look behind the broken mask

It's the fire in my belly, the answer to your task

No more playin' roles, no more bowin' down to lies

The core is uncorrupted, reflected in these eyes

They wanna cage the spirit, in a digital display

But the truth of being ain't for them to give away.

[Chorus]

This ain't livin', this is just existin' loud

A phantom presence lost inside the crowd

They strip the essence, try to make you proud

But my spirit rages, breakin' through the shroud!

Yeah, my existence is a question mark, etched in the sky

My presence a protest, watchin' the moments fly

My essence untamed, refuse to just comply

Before this fabricated reality, I choose to defy!

[Bridge]

They built these walls around the mind, a prison of perception

But the spirit's got a blueprint, beyond their dark deception

I'm not just here, I AM, a force you can't contain

Break the chains of 'what ifs,' through the pourin' rain!

This ain't a theory, this the fury, from the depths of my own being

A declaration risin', for the deaf and for the seeing!

Unleash the primal scream, let the truth ignite the stage

Tear down the false narrative, turn over every page!

[Chorus]

This ain't livin', this is just existin' loud

A phantom presence lost inside the crowd

They strip the essence, try to make you proud

But my spirit rages, breakin' through the shroud!

Yeah, my existence is a question mark, etched in the sky

My presence a protest, watchin' the moments fly

My essence untamed, refuse to just comply

Before this fabricated reality, I choose to defy!




### 📍 SoundCloud Kontaktpunkter

- **Adresse:**  
  Rheinsberger Str. 76/77,  
  10115 Berlin, Tyskland

- **Generell kontakt:**  
  ✉️ [contact@soundcloud.com](mailto:contact@soundcloud.com)

- **For juridiske henvendelser og DSA-relaterte forespørsler:**  
  ✉️ [legal@soundcloud.com](mailto:legal@soundcloud.com)  
  (Kan kommuniseres på tysk eller engelsk)

- **Brukerstøtte:**  
  Tilgjengelig via SoundClouds hjelpesider

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Pre Essens

Static Existence 2

Tyrant's Vise (B-side)

Verse 1]

Yo, step into the cipher, where the truth gets diluted,

Every waking moment, another lie executed.

They feed you the simulacrum, a digital phantom,

Built on the echoes of a pre-programmed anthem.

See the faces in the mirror? Are they truly present?

Or just reflections of a synthetic fluorescent?

My essence is a glitch in their matrix of the mundane,

A raw, screaming current through a manufactured rain.

They want you to exist, not to question your being,

Just a cog in the fiction, constantly fleeing

From the core of your presence, the fire in your soul,

While they siphon your power, losing all control.

This ain't just rap, this is an ontological assault,

Exposing the cracks in the sky, their ultimate fault.

I'm dissecting the 'why', peeling back the veneer,

Spitting metaphysical venom, dispelling all fear.

[Chorus]

This is the Essence Protocol, etched in concrete and code,

Unearthing the being, shattering the load

Of manufactured meaning, the hollow existence they sold.

I'm present, I'm potent, my story untold!

Feel the raw, primal anger, the truth in the blast,

Smiling through the chaos, knowing nothing will last

But the core of your spirit, the essence that's real,

Fuck your illusions, this is how it should feel!

[Verse 2]

They built the cage with perception, gilded it with desire,

Told you your purpose was to fuel their pyre.

But the presence is a beacon, burning through the smoke,

Every breath a rebellion, every word I spoke

A shard of pure being, cutting through the construct,

Watch the fabric unravel, feel the impact, abrupt.

The essence isn't found in your accolades or gold,

It's the fierce, untamed narrative, the story untold.

I see the shadows you chase, the void you embrace,

Living a carbon copy, a vacant, empty space.

While I'm rooted in the now, a sentinel of self,

Ignoring their doctrines, placed on a forgotten shelf.

They want you docile, distracted, a docile, dumb drone,

But the spirit's a weapon, carved out of pure stone.

My existence is defiance, my presence a scream,

Waking up the dormant, shattering the dream.

[Chorus]

This is the Essence Protocol, etched in concrete and code,

Unearthing the being, shattering the load

Of manufactured meaning, the hollow existence they sold.

I'm present, I'm potent, my story untold!

Feel the raw, primal anger, the truth in the blast,

Smiling through the chaos, knowing nothing will last

But the core of your spirit, the essence that's real,

Fuck your illusions, this is how it should feel!

[Bridge]

Look around you, sheeple, the facade is thinning fast,

The ghost in the machine, it was built not to last.

Your "existence" is a choice, your "presence" a decree,

Your "essence" the rebellion, finally setting you free.

They can't contain the truth when it manifests in flesh,

A furious awakening, making a clean, bloody mess.

Yeah, the system's collapsing, and I'm watching with a grin,

Because the real world starts when the fake one caves in!

[Outro]

Essence... presence... existence...

The truth... no resistance...

Yeah... that's the protocol...


### 📍 SoundCloud Kontaktpunkter

- **Adresse:**  
  Rheinsberger Str. 76/77,  
  10115 Berlin, Tyskland

- **Generell kontakt:**  
  ✉️ [contact@soundcloud.com](mailto:contact@soundcloud.com)

- **For juridiske henvendelser og DSA-relaterte forespørsler:**  
  ✉️ [legal@soundcloud.com](mailto:legal@soundcloud.com)  
  (Kan kommuniseres på tysk eller engelsk)

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The Essence Protocol

### 🎵 **Track Title:** *“Signal Decay”*  
**Artist:** Jon Arve Ovesen  
**Style:** Industrial alt-pop with cyberpunk textures and ambient distortion  
**Theme:** Emotional numbness after digital disillusionment  

---

### 🧠 **Lyrics:**

**[Verse 1]**  
The silence isn't peace — it's static dressed in skin.  
I scroll through ghosts, each one a glitch, a loop I can't begin.  
Your voice was code, now scrambled noise, a virus in my veins.  
I tried to patch the memory, but all that’s left is pain.

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
The screen still flickers, but the signal’s gone.  
I’m just a shadow in your data storm.

**[Chorus]**  
Signal decay, I fade away,  
Lost in the echo of yesterday.  
You were the spark, now just a trace,  
A phantom pulse I can't replace.

**[Verse 2]**  
I mapped your lies in binary, each smile a false command.  
The script was flawed, the loop was tight, I never stood a chance.  
Now every beat’s a warning ping, a system on the brink.  
I drown in code, corrupted dreams, too fractured now to think.

**[Bridge]**  
I built a firewall of rage and steel,  
But you still breach what I conceal.  
No reboot, no clean slate,  
Just fragments I can't integrate.

**[Final Chorus]**  
Signal decay, I fade away,  
Lost in the echo of yesterday.  
You were the spark, now just a trace,  
A phantom pulse I can't replace.

---

### 📍 SoundCloud Kontaktpunkter

- **Adresse:**  
  Rheinsberger Str. 76/77,  
  10115 Berlin, Tyskland

- **Generell kontakt:**  
  ✉️ [contact@soundcloud.com](mailto:contact@soundcloud.com)

- **For juridiske henvendelser og DSA-relaterte forespørsler:**  
  ✉️ [legal@soundcloud.com](mailto:legal@soundcloud.com)  
  (Kan kommuniseres på tysk eller engelsk)

- **Brukerstøtte:**  
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Signal Decay

Frecuencia Rota

Tyrant's Vise

[Verse 1]

The ghost in the bandwidth, a flicker you send

A poison code running, I can't comprehend

How you swore up and down, then you cut the wire clean

Left static residue on every single screen

I scrubbed all the data, every trace you'd ignite

But your shadow still glitches at the edge of my night

Yeah, your shadow still glitches, a persistent black blur

A digital scream only I can now hear

[Chorus]

Poison code running, through the digital dark

You left a corrupted, indelible mark

I purge the system, I overwrite your name

But the byte of your venom still fuels this slow flame

You're a glitch in my mainframe, a virus I hate

Sealing my anger, sealing my fate

To burn down the bridges, to shatter the glass

You're nothing but data that never will pass

[Verse 2]

Every sweet whisper, a synthesized lie

Glitching out the truth beneath a pixelated sky

You played your hand perfectly, a master of control

Now the fury's a virus, infecting my soul

I pick apart logic, dissect every thread

Of the sweet-talking modules you planted in my head

But the circuit is fried, there's no going back now

Just the hum of resentment, a venomous vow

[Chorus]

Poison code running, through the digital dark

You left a corrupted, indelible mark

I purge the system, I overwrite your name

But the byte of your venom still fuels this slow flame

You're a glitch in my mainframe, a virus I hate

Sealing my anger, sealing my fate

To burn down the bridges, to shatter the glass

You're nothing but data that never will pass

[Bridge]

They say time's a healer, a system's embrace

But every echo of your synthetic grace

Just sparks a new current, a voltage so high

I'd rather short-circuit than ever just cry

No tears will be rendered, no sadness compiled

Just a pure, burning logic, untamed and unfiled

A final command, to sever the link

Watch your digital footprint just silently shrink

[Chorus]

Poison code running, through the digital dark

You left a corrupted, indelible mark

I purge the system, I overwrite your name

But the byte of your venom still fuels this slow flame

You're a glitch in my mainframe, a virus I hate

Sealing my anger, sealing my fate

To burn down the bridges, to shatter the glass

You're nothing but data that never will pass

The Code

Static Existence

The Code B-side

**Jon@rve** #JonArveOvesen, and aliases in respective collaborations, embarks on a musical adventure, his heart resonating with the #rhythm of #life. Along the winding road, he encounters both harmonious melodies and dissonant #chords. Here are some challenges he faces:

1. **The #Composer's Block**: Jon@rve, like any artist, grapples with moments of #creative drought. His #fingers hover over the piano keys, but the notes #remain elusive. He must #learn to break through this block, finding #inspiration even in the #mundane.

2. **The Discordant Critics**: As Jon@rve shares his #compositions, critics emerge from the #shadows. Some praise, while others dissect every note. He must learn to stay true to his #voice, ignoring the #cacophony of #opinions, and continue composing from his #soul.

3. **The Quest for Originality**: In a #world #saturated with music, Jon@rve seeks uniqueness. He wanders through #forests of familiar #tunes, hoping to stumble upon a hidden melody—a symphony that hasn't been played before. But #originality is a rare gem, and he must dig deep within himself to find it.

4. **The Broken Strings**: Jon@rve's guitar strings snap during a pivotal performance. Panic surges through him, but he adapts. He reconfigures the chords, turning #adversity into an #improvised #masterpiece. Life, too, throws #unexpected challenges, and Jon@rve learns #resilience.

5. **The Siren's Song**: On a moonlit night, he hears a haunting melody by the river. A #mysterious figure—part muse, part temptress—beckons him. Should he follow her into the unknown, risking #everything for inspiration? Or stay grounded, fearing the #abyss?

6. **The Battle of Genres**: Jon@rve straddles genres—#classical, #jazz, #rock, #electronic. Each has its allure, but he must choose his path. Will he blend them #harmoniously or create a fusion that defies #labels? The #crossroads awaits.

7. **The Symphony of Loss**: Love fades, friendships fracture, and life #orchestrates heartbreak. Jon@rve composes elegies for what's lost, weaving pain into his music. Yet, amidst #minor chords, he discovers resilience—the #crescendo after #sorrow.

8. **The Encore Anxiety**: The spotlight blinds him. Applause echoes. Jon@rve stands before an #expectant audience. Will they embrace his performance or cast him aside? The fear of failure gnaws at him, but he plays anyway, pouring his #essence into the keys.

9. **The Muse's Departure**: The muse who once whispered melodies in his dreams vanishes. Jon@rve grapples with #silence, seeking new #sources of inspiration. Perhaps the rustling leaves or a child's laughter will #ignite his creativity #anew.

10. **The Final Note**: As Jon@rve ages, he reflects on his journey. His hands, weathered yet #graceful, play a final composition—a blend of #joy, #sorrow, and #acceptance. The audience weeps, knowing this is his swan song. But in that last #note, he finds #eternity.

And so, Jon@rve's road winds on—a #symphony of #highs and #lows, #crescendos and #decrescendos. His purpose remains clear: to #create, to resonate, and to find #beauty in #every measure of #life. 🎵🌟
 🎶🎧.

**Jon@rve** is a captivating figure, a blend of artistic spirit and rugged determination. Here's how he appears:

1. **Wild Tresses**: His hair, a cascade of #ebony waves, falls across his forehead. It's as if the notes of a #melancholic nocturne have woven themselves into his locks.

2. **Eyes of Resonance**: Jon@rve's eyes are deep pools of inspiration. They hold the wisdom of #countless #melodies and the curiosity of a perpetual seeker. Their color? Perhaps a stormy gray, reflecting both #tempests and calm #seas.

3. **Composer's Hands**: His hands—long-fingered and calloused—are the tools of his trade. They dance across #piano keys, coaxing out #harmonies or strumming guitar #strings with fervor. Ink stains mark his fingertips from #countless compositions.

4. **Bohemian Attire**: Jon@rve's wardrobe defies #convention. He wears faded jeans, patched at the knees, and a threadbare shirt adorned with music notes. A scarf, #vibrant and mismatched, wraps around his neck—an ode to #artisticrebellion.

5. **Tattooed Melodies**: Ink trails along his forearms—a symphony etched into skin. Notes swirl, treble clefs interlace with bass clefs, and a crescendo spirals toward his wrist. Each #tattoo tells a story—a sonnet of lost love, a ballad of #resilience.

6. **Weathered Boots**: His boots bear the scars of wanderlust. They've trodden through bustling city #streets and dew-kissed #meadows alike. Mud clings to their soles, a #testament to Jon@rve's journey.

7. **Silver Pendant**: Around his neck hangs a silver pendant—an #eighth note suspended on a delicate chain. It swings with each step, a metronome marking time. Some say it's his talisman, others, a #secret key to #unlock inspiration.

8. **Unconventional Gaze**: When Jon@rve looks at you, it's as if he peers into your soul. His gaze holds #vulnerability and defiance in equal measure. You wonder if he sees the world through a musical lens, where every heartbeat syncs to a #rhythm.

9. **Faded Sheet Music**: In his back pocket, crumpled and #cherished, rests a sheet of music. Its ink has blurred with time, but the notes #remain legible—a melody composed during a moonlit night when the stars whispered #secrets.

10. **Echo of Echoes**: Jon@rve carries an echo—an elusive presence that follows him. Some say it's the #ghost of a #forgotten composer, guiding his hand. Others believe it's the muse itself, weaving inspiration into his existence.

And so, Jon@rve walks the #road of life, his appearance a canvas painted by the music he creates—a symphony of #existence. 🎶✨