Killing the Romance

Bang

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos

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Summer is hard and full of temptation
A season where the haves have it better than ever
A season where the lonely break into pieces
I can't deal with it, seeing her just tears me apart
She's laughing in the sun with someone new
While I'm watching from the shadows, nothing I can do

Out of my depth and out of my reach
Gave up on the swiping, but I don't care
But I'd rather die alone than be another number in a vicious cycle
I choose my suffering over being a number

It's a mess
Ten years on the screen and the story is always the same
There's always another option
There's always something better in their eyes
That's the illusion of choice
The illusion of death

Years of swiping, years of hope
Years of messages that helped me cope
Until the silence came, until they disappeared
Into someone else's bed, someone else's dreams
The pattern never breaks, it just repeats
Another face, another ghost, another heart that beats
For anyone but me

It's a mess
Ten years on those things and the story is always the same
There's always another option
There's always something better in their eyes
That's the illusion of choice
The illusion of death

The ones at the top of the pyramid will always get it good
At the expense of what?
All those begging for a chance
They get the matches, we get the silence
They get the dates, we get the violence
It's a sick world
Built on our loneliness

God save me from myself
Save me from the temptation
Save me from the pain
I'm praying for a way out
If there's a way
God save me from myself
Save me from the summer
Save me

It's a mess
Ten years on those things and the story is always the same
There's always another option
There's always something better in their eyes
That's the illusion of choice
The illusion of death
When nothing's ever enough

Bring on the summer time
Bring on the summer time
Bring on the heat that burns
Bring on the truth that hurts
Bring on the summer time
I'll face it alone
Bring on the summer time
I choose my suffering

Illusion of Death

"The Altar Cracks"

The final reckoning. With a haunting melody running through every section

The End Carries My Name

A descent into shadow, Death of the Voice is an unflinching blend of crushing riffs, haunting melodies, and cinematic atmosphere. Every track is a chapter in a story of defiance, decay, and the search for meaning in a world that silences the truth.

Wolves of Silence

Smell Of Rain

[Verse]
Your promises linger like fruit in the sun
You said you'd fix this but more damage is done
In whispers they shatter all trust that I had
The cracks in your stories are driving me mad

[Verse 2]
Shadows of kindness now fade into dark
Your words are like matches; they’re leaving their mark
I gave you my patience
My heart was sincere
But each broken vow only brought me to here

[Chorus]
In truth you're a liar for all the world to know
Promises crumbled like footprints in snow
You carry the weight of deceit in your glow
Nothing but a bully
Now it’s time to go

[Verse 3]
Your smile is a weapon you wield with finesse
A carnival mask hiding chaos and mess
The years they have taught me to read through your guise
Behind all the glitter are venomous lies

[Bridge]
You played the hero
A knight clad in light
But your silver tarnished
It’s lost to the fight
No flowers can bloom on a soil made of stone
The gardens have turned
And you’re left all alone

[Chorus]
In truth you're a liar for all the world to know
Promises crumbled like footprints in snow
A lesson I’ve gathered not quick but too slow
Nothing but a bully
Now it’s time to go

Time to Go

Start Today

Codex Universalis is more than an album — it’s a sonic manuscript. Each track is a page in a living book, fusing alternative rock, punk urgency, shoegaze dreamscapes, and raw narrative poetry.

From the icy vengeance of Cold Justice to the furious house-party chaos of Our House Now!, from the metallic haze of Glassmaker to the ghostly refrain of Empty Blocks, the album moves like a cycle: voices of workers, aviators, physicists, punks, and dreamers, all written into a single universal codex.

The coda arrives in Codex Universalis Omega — a final hymn where the Codex itself speaks, declaring its eternal presence as both archive and prophecy.

This is music for the streets, for the skies, for the erased and the unheard. A myth made of guitars, beats, and echoes.


Tracks:

Codex Universalis Alpha (0:58)
Opening invocation — a whispered prologue in sound, the Codex breathing to life.

Cold Justice (4:04)
A bleak anthem of vengeance and survival — the “sad penguin” fable transmuted into grinding riffs and stomping rhythm.

Glassmaker (3:49)
Industrial-tinged reflection on fragility, fracture, and the razor edge of broken beauty.

Ships (5:23)
A working man’s blues — shipyard chants and rust-laden guitars, labor unions and rain.

A Hunted Animal (3:32)
Korean War skyfire — a pilot dodging bullets, the photograph on the dash, mortality in flight.

Truth Proof (2:26)
Folk-punk urgency — the physicist’s lament, a song about erasure, persistence, and the hum of buried truths.

Bricks (3:04)
’77 Brooklyn street beat, graffiti and jazz ghosts — Dizzy Gillespie riffs in rap-infused cadence.

Our House Now! (5:22)
1979 LA punk house show riot — spray paint, smashed heirlooms, Crosstops and chaos.

Empty Blocks (5:50)
Shoegaze dream coda — reflections on silence, memory, echoes that refuse to die.

Codex Universalis Omega (2:17)
The Codex speaks — final hymn, closing the cycle, infinite and recursive.

Glassmaker

[Verse]
Pretty neat if you ask me
Sharp as the edge of a glass sea
Colors pop like a wild spree
Lights flash
Bounce off the marquee

[Chorus]
Pretty neat
As neat as can be
Like a comet cutting through the galaxy
Pretty neat
Yeah
Can't you see
It's a spark in the dark
A fire running free

[Verse 2]
Neon signs hum in the night
Street's alive
It feels just right
Every shadow's got its own bright fight
It's a wild rhythm
Hold on tight

[Chorus]
Pretty neat
As neat as can be
Like a dream stitched into reality
Pretty neat
Yeah
Can't you see
It's the beat in your feet
The pulse in the spree

[Bridge]
Catch the wind
Let it spin
Spin
Spin
Every end’s just where you begin
It's a whirl
It's a blur
It's a grin
So neat
So sweet
Pull me in

[Chorus]
Pretty neat
As neat as can be
Like a rocket chasing infinity
Pretty neat
Yeah
Can't you see
It's a spark in the dark
A fire running free

Time to Go

The Sirens of Atlantis

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