Is It Wrong That I Didn't Cry?

Victory Parade

Prince of Darkness

What's Your Story

I’ve been fighting my own battles. 7 weeks sober now and it’s not easy. Some days I feel strong, other days I feel like I’m breaking.

That’s why this song matters to me.
‘Stop Judging’ is for everyone who’s been labeled, mocked, or written off.
People see the outside, but they don’t know the war inside.

This track is my answer.
Coming soon.

#StopJudging #CainAustin #NewMusic"

Stop Judging!

This song is part of the album “Why me – but why not me too”.
It is not to be seen on its own, but as part of a journey I have to live through since my diagnosis. Each track tells a piece of this path – honest, raw, and unfiltered.

The second Round

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A deeply emotional lament set in the war-torn Gaza Strip, the song follows a narrator walking through devastation, grief, and spiritual silence. Each verse reveals scenes of loss—children fallen, prayers unanswered, memories buried in rubble. The narrator questions a god beyond all known names, asking why such suffering was allowed. The song builds from quiet reflection to a desperate cry for justice and meaning, culminating in a haunting outro that echoes through the silence of destruction.

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Ashes of the Holy

Intro  
“This is not a prayer.  
This is not a hymn.  
This is the sound of what’s left…  
when even God won’t answer.”

Verse 1  
I walked the mile where the children fell  
Dust in my lungs, silence in the shell  
Walls like ghosts, crying names they knew  
No sky above, just a war-stained blue  

Verse 2  
Shoes in the rubble, a doll with no face  
A prayer half-whispered in a shattered place  
I touched the stone where a mother wept  
Her son still warm, where the fire crept  

Pre-Chorus 1  
And I called to the god beyond the names  
Beyond the books, beyond the blame  
Not Allah, not Yahweh, not the cross  
But the one who watched, and let it be lost  

Chorus 1  
Why did you let this happen?  
Why did you turn away?  
Every breath here is broken  
Every night bleeds into day  
If you are love, then show me  
If you are light, then shine  
I’m walking through your silence  
One grave at a time  

Verse 3  
A boy drew stars on a concrete wall  
Before the tanks came to take it all  
He sang of peace in a tongue now banned  
His voice still echoes through the sand  

Pre-Chorus 2  
I screamed through the smoke, but no one came  
No thunder, no sign, just more of the same  
I begged the sky to break its vow  
But silence is all I’m hearing now  

Chorus 2  
Why did you let this happen?  
Why did you stay so still?  
The prayers are made of ashes  
The prophets die at will  
If you are love, then break now  
If you are truth, then speak  
I’m walking through your silence  
Where even angels weep  

Bridge  
I would give my blood to rewind the flame  
To lift the veil, to speak your name  
But you stay hidden, behind the smoke  
While prophets burn and prayers choke  

Final Chorus  
Why did you let this happen?  
Why did you close your eyes?  
Every soul here is pleading  
Every truth wears a disguise  
If you are love, then answer  
If you are just, then cry  
I’m walking through your silence  
One grave at a time  

Outro  
“One grave at a time…  
One grave at a time…  
One grave…  
at a time…”

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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf (MOBest). All rights reserved.

Ashes of the Holy

Why me

Above it all — eSTRANGEd couSINs

A dirge that breathes through ruin. Above it all is a monolithic descent into grief rendered as sound — a doom/sludge requiem tuned to Drop C and built from the wreckage of loss. Guitars crawl like rusted machinery, each chord dragging gravel and bone, soaked in tube burn and the hum of dying amps. Bass coils beneath it, slow and tectonic, shaking the floorboards with a growl that feels alive. Drums hit like falling masonry — every snare a collapse, every cymbal a hiss of dust rising.

The voice — fractured, human, and haunted — cuts through the density with raw, flesh-torn resonance. There are no choruses here, no verses to cling to. Just the pulse of grief repeating, reforming, eroding itself. The track expands like smoke inside a sealed room: crushing, meditative, unmerciful.

eSTRANGEd couSINs summon the weight of Electric Wizard, YOB, and Conan, but with something lonelier threading the cracks — the sound of loss that refuses to die. Above it all isn’t about transcendence. It’s about what you hear when the collapse finally stops echoing, and you realize you’re still breathing beneath it.

Cold Stare

Ich schreibe, was ich denke, fühle und erlebe. Schreiben hilft mir, Erinnerungen einzuordnen und ihnen Klarheit zu geben. Wenn Gefühle eine Melodie bekommen, entsteht etwas Wunderbares – eine Botschaft, die direkt ins Herz geht.

Für mich ist es ein Ausgleich, ein Stück Selbsttherapie. Die Texte sind ehrlich und frisch aus dem Herzen. Und wenn ich damit jemanden berühre, der genauso fühlt wie ich, freut es mich umso mehr.

Da ich selbst nicht gut singen kann, nutze ich KI für die Melodie und die Stimme. Ich bin dankbar für diese Möglichkeit, meinen Gefühlen Ausdruck zu verleihen.

Viel Freude beim Hören 🥰

Gruß, Marco Memory

PS: Ehrliche Kommentare sind willkommen – aber bitte keine Angebote, ich kaufe nichts.



I write what I think, feel, and experience. Writing helps me sort out memories and bring them clarity. When feelings find a melody, something wonderful is created – a message that speaks straight to the heart.

For me, it’s a balance, a bit of self-therapy. The lyrics are honest and straight from the heart. And if they touch someone who feels the same way I do, it makes me even happier.

Since I can’t sing well myself, I use AI for the melody and voice. I’m grateful for this opportunity to give my feelings a voice.

Enjoy listening 🥰

Best, Marco Memory

PS: Honest comments are always welcome – but please no offers, I’m not looking to buy anything.

The second Round

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