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Hi Ho Lock & Load (Heavy Metal)

There's a job I'm a Doom S.T.A.L.K.E.R There's a job I'm a Mars Walker

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Razor walls! Screaming skies!
No escape
No f***ing lies!
Fingers claw
Ripping bone—
My mind's a cage
I die alone!


Can't run
Can't feel!
The void is real!


Shattered in silence!
Screams in my head!
F*** your emotions!
I'm better off dead!

Chains of thought
Rust and fear
Twisted faces
Always near
Bleeding shadows
Broken light
I choke on sorrow every night


Fear's a drug!
I won't heal!


Shattered in silence!
Screams in my head!
F*** your emotions!
I'm better off dead!

Fuck Your Emotions

Where Love Simply Is — a quiet interlude in the Virtues Series.

A song born not from intention, but from realization.
A moment of awakening — quiet, tender, true.

It appeared in the flow of life,
as if love itself had been waiting to be heard.
No virtue to define — only presence,
the still ground beneath all that moves.

This piece isn’t about longing or loss.
It’s about the calm that remains when everything else falls away —
the breath that stays when words are gone.

The music carries that truth:
soft, spacious, alive —
like an exhale that turns into light.

I’m deeply grateful for this piece —
for how it emerged unplanned,
and for Marol’s sound (@zophrenia) that gave it presence,
turning silence itself into a kind of love.

✨ A quiet bridge between the virtues — the pulse beneath them all.


Where Love Simply Is

Crimson Chains of Love

Lyrics:

"Six feet under? Nah, I ain’t departed.
Buckle up, my brothers; I’m just gettin’ started."

Grave dirt cracked, I rose in flame,
Carved my truth from a world of shame.
Hands still bleeding, boots still worn,
Been dead before, I’m just reborn.
Knuckles hit gravel, dust kicks high,
Grin full of trouble, fire in my eye.

Smoke in my lungs, mud on my hands,
Ain’t got much, but I still stand.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Told me “sit down,” but I stood my ground,
Kicked the door in when they came around.
Every scar’s a medal, every bruise a brand,
You ain’t alive till you learn to stand.
World tried to crush me, I bit back twice,
Carved my truth in blood and vice

Blood on my knuckles, grin on my jaw,
You can’t scare a man who’s seen it all.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Death carved my name into stone too soon,
I walked right out of that shallow tomb.
Tried to take my breath, I bit the rope,
Turned the gallows into a joke.
Cracked a grin, then laughed, “Not yet,”
“I ain’t cashed in all my debt.”

They dropped me low, said I’d rot and stay,
But I clawed right out...made the dirt obey.
Every scar I wear’s just proof I live,
Every shot they take just makes me give.

Ghost in the gears, crack in the chain,
Built in the smoke, baptized in pain.
They wrote me off ...I rewrote the book,
Now death steps back when I give that look.

Boots still stomp, jaw still set,
Ain’t met a grave that’s held me yet.
Tongue like brass, words like lead,
I spit 'til the silence bleeds instead.

I burn through fear, I laugh through hell,
Ain’t got a soul left to sell.
Six feet down, but I still fight,
Talk your talk ...I live that bite.

Grit in my teeth, pulse in my head,
Blood in my hands says I’m not dead.

If death comes calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up its ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

"Nope...this ain't my dying day motherfucker!"

Six Feet Under

“Grandaddy Hex” is a gritty, Southern-tinged alternative rock anthem fueled by swampy guitars, thunderous drums, and a slow-burn groove, the track drips with atmosphere — part ghost story, part confession. The verses stalk through the shadows with blues-rock swagger and lyrical mystique, while the chorus erupts in raw emotion, channeling the weight of legacy, rebellion, and spiritual reckoning.

MOTEL Hazel

Grandaddy Hex

Stories untold

A requiem for the manipulator and the broken that fed her fire. Queen of Desolation is the sound of a kingdom collapsing from within, beauty rotting beneath a crown of lies. Slow, heavy, suffocating. Each note lingers like smoke in a burned-out throne room. Remastered 2025.

Queen of Desolation

Love’s Story is a hauntingly intimate chronicle of love’s unraveling—told through seven emotionally charged chapters. Each track is a fragment of memory, a whispered confession, or a ghost that lingers in the quiet spaces between words. From the aching vulnerability of Unworthy Heart to the spectral echoes of Ghost Limb, Silent at Twelve crafts a sonic landscape where heartbreak feels sacred and silence speaks louder than sound.

The album moves like a dream slipping into dusk: One Kiss Meant Nothing stings with betrayal, Without Me aches with absence, and Fractures Align finds beauty in brokenness. By the time Empty Promises fades into the ether, you’re left with the feeling that love isn’t just a story—it’s a haunting.

Minimal yet cinematic, Love’s Story blends atmospheric production with raw emotional clarity, perfect for late-night introspection or the quiet aftermath of goodbye.

Without Me

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