We rise with the dawn, chasing the unknown,
Bearing the scars that we’ve outgrown.
A kaleidoscope of dreams, fragile and bright,
Woven together, we burn through the night.

We are fragments of mxn, shattered and whole,
Dancing through fire, chasing the soul.
Each step we take, a mark on the sand,
A rhythm of life, the story of mxn.
We’re the whispers of stars, the pull of the tide,
The endless echo of dreams we can’t hide.
Through light and shadow, we make our stand,
A symphony rising, the heart of mxn.

We walk the edge, between fear and grace,
Writing our lives in the stars and the space.
Bound by time, yet free in our mind,
Seeking the truth only chaos can find.
Through the cracks, the light will shine,
Every shadow, a path divine.
We are echoes, of all that’s been,
A tapestry of where we’ve seen.

We are fragments of mxn, shattered and whole,
Dancing through fire, chasing the soul.
Each step we take, a mark on the sand,
A rhythm of life, the story of mxn.
We’re the whispers of stars, the pull of the tide,
The endless echo of dreams we can’t hide.
Through light and shadow, we make our stand,
A symphony rising, the heart of mxn.

We are fragments of mxn, shattered and whole,
Dancing through fire, chasing the soul.
Each step we take, a mark on the sand,
A rhythm of life, the story of mxn.
We’re the whispers of stars, the pull of the tide,
The endless echo of dreams we can’t hide.
Through light and shadow, we make our stand,
A symphony rising, the heart of mxn.

In the mirror, a thousand faces stare,
The pain we carry, the love we bear.
What makes us human, what keeps us alive,
Is the will to feel, the need to survive.

We are fragments of mxn, shattered and whole,
Dancing through fire, chasing the soul.
Each step we take, a mark on the sand,
A rhythm of life, the story of mxn.
We’re the whispers of stars, the pull of the tide,
The endless echo of dreams we can’t hide.
Through light and shadow, we make our stand,
A symphony rising, the heart of mxn.

Fragments of mxn… scattered in time,
Searching for meaning… in rhythm and rhyme.
What makes us human, what keeps us alive,
Is the will to feel, the need to survive.
Fragments of mxn… scattered in time,
Searching for meaning… in rhythm and rhyme.
What makes us human, what keeps us alive,
Is the will to feel, the need to survive.

Nihilist

We Just Don't Know

We swirl like desert spirits, lost among the dunes,
Night falls without mercy—dawn always comes too soon.
No meaning in the madness, no promise in the night,
But the drum’s steady calling pulls us into the fight.

They speak of hidden purpose, illusions in the dark,
Yet every star we follow fizzles before it sparks.
Still, something stirs inside us, the rhythm in our veins,
So we yield to the pounding beat and dance through all the pains.

We rise, we fall—we dance through it all,
No truth, no sign, but these hearts won’t stall.
We rise, we fall—we heed the drum’s call,
When nothing holds meaning, we still stand tall.

Chasing fleeting visions burned bright in the day,
Our footprints vanish quickly, but we join the fray.
The dust of our existence swirls under our feet,
And yet the pulse of the moment is all that we need.

Is this the end unfolding, or dawn’s brand-new start?
We spin inside the chaos that tears at every heart.
Yet something in the darkness, a spark that won’t subside,
Makes us lean into the drumming, though all reason has died.

We rise, we fall—we dance through it all,
No truth, no sign, but these hearts won’t stall.
We rise, we fall—we heed the drum’s call,
When nothing holds meaning, we still stand tall.

If it’s all a dream, then let’s dance ‘till the morning,
If none of this is real, our spirits keep soaring.
Beat after beat, let the emptiness swallow,
We carve our path in the dark where no logic can follow.

We rise, we fall—we dance through it all,
No truth, no sign, but these souls won’t stall.
We rise, we fall—we heed the drum’s call,
In a void without meaning, we still stand tall.

We swirl in the dusk, we fade at dawn’s light,
But for one breath of time, we claim our own night.
We swirl in the dusk, we fade at dawn’s glow,
In the vast emptiness, this dance is all we know.

We rise, we fall—we dance through it all,
No truth, no sign, but these souls won’t stall.
We rise, we fall—we heed the drum’s call,
In a void without meaning, we still stand tall.

We swirl in the dusk, we fade at dawn’s light,
But for one breath of time, we claim our own night.
We swirl in the dusk, we fade at dawn’s glow,
In the vast emptiness, this dance is all we know.

You Never Had A Chance

Ons dwaal deur stof en skadu, soekend na ’n lig,
Die nag gee geen antwoorde, net ’n dowwe besef van niks.
Drome draai in stilte, verlore in gedruis,
Maar ritme roep ons aan—dis al wat ons kan huis.

Geen waarborg om aan vas te klou,
Tog klop die dromme aanhoudend nou.

Ons staan, ons val—maar ons dans deur dit alles,
Geen doel, geen troos—maar ons klop saam met die bass.
Ons staan, ons val—die wêreld is koud en leeg,
Maar in hierdie oomblik, hoor ons net die musiek se smeek.

Skewe hoop skyn flou, soos ’n ster wat netjies breek,
In ’n see van onsekerheid bly ons harte steeds aan die beweeg.
Geanker in niks, tog vee ons voetstappe oor die grond,
Die storm kan maar woed—ons bly gevangen in die klank se hond.

Is daar ’n rede, ’n weg, ’n rus?
Of is dit net geraas in ’n ewige lus?

Ons staan, ons val—maar ons dans deur dit alles,
Geen doel, geen troos—maar ons klop saam met die bass.
Ons staan, ons val—die wêreld is koud en leeg,
Maar in hierdie oomblik, hoor ons net die musiek se smeek.

Al beteken dit niks, laat die dromme jou lei,
As duisternis alles is, kan jy net in ritme vry.
Breek die stilte oop, skree jou verlange uit,
Terwyl bas jou hart tref en jou twyfel verslind.

Ons staan, ons val—maar ons dans deur dit alles,
Geen doel, geen troos—maar ons klop saam met die bass.
Ons staan, ons val—op soek na ’n laaste sweempie lig,
Al is dit dalk niks, laat die musiek ons siel verlig.

Ons staan, ons val—maar ons dans deur dit alles,
Geen doel, geen troos—maar ons klop saam met die bass.
Ons staan, ons val—op soek na ’n laaste sweempie lig,
Al is dit dalk niks, laat die musiek ons siel verlig.

Ons Staan, Ons Val

From Nowhere, To Nowhere

Shards Of Nothing

Into The Abyss

Sands Of Unending

I wander through the ruins of a neon city’s glow
Where every promise fades to static in the undertow
A single rose, abandoned in a broken glass display
Wilts under flickering streetlights, then quietly decays

I’m listening for a melody in this endless hush
But every note dissolves into a silent rush

I’m weighed down by the weight of absence
Adrift in cosmic vacancy
A ghost of hope that flickers once
Then surrenders quietly
This hollow space becomes my anchor
Binds me here with silent chains
I’m haunted by the weight of absence
Where all roads lead to the same

I step through dusty corridors of half-remembered dreams
Their painted walls are cracked and torn at fragile seams
A whispered vow of purpose echoes off a broken frame
Then collapses into silence no tongue can claim

And in the shards of memory, I see the truth laid bare
A fleeting spark extinguished by a vacant stare

I’m weighed down by the weight of absence
Adrift in cosmic vacancy
A ghost of hope that flickers once
Then surrenders quietly
This hollow space becomes my anchor
Binds me here with silent chains
I’m haunted by the weight of absence
Where all roads lead to the same

In the vast expanse where reason fails
A silent clock unwinds its tales
One fleeting spark of color
Then it slips beyond the veil
No angels grieve, no devils roar
Only emptiness at the core

Still weighed down by the weight of absence
I feel the darkness resonate
A fragile thought of meaning forms
But unravels at the gate
These fractured dreams become my tether
Yet strangely, they keep me sane
Cradled in the weight of absence
I yield to its domain

Absence

Absence (Solo)

My name is Bridgette Graham and I currently live in Wilderness, South Africa. Music is my passion and I love creating innovative and unique melodies. During my school years, I thoroughly enjoyed my music lessons. I have had melodies constantly occupying my conscious mind from an early age. It wasn't until recently that I found a way to start expressing my music through a simple MIDI keyboard and some powerful computer software (DAW). 

I feel liberated when I compose, as if the shackles that bind us all are broken free for a short period of time, and I am able to create something from scratch. It is the most empowering feeling, pouring my soul into my creations.

Mxn

Lady MoosS

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