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Holding On

My Sweet Possession

Running From the Fire

Neon Veins

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

DEAD 2 ME

🔻 Lyrics

Verse 1:
Voodoo—it's all you do
No charm, no shame
Just a blacked-out truth
Your house of cards, now falling through
Afraid to catch your own eye
Denied, denied, denied
Corrupted mind—no patch in sight
Lost call, lost soul
It's all on you now

Chorus:
I sink down, don't speak up now
Judge this thought, it's all I got
Voices ring but none are loud
Drown this heart, it's turning rot
Sink down under—blame my name
This curse is all I've got
(Sink... sink... sink...)
(Echo: Sink down, sink down...)

Verse 2:
I tried—fuck it
I cried—fuck it
Was sad—fuck it
Was mad—fuck it
I'm glad it's not you I have
Dollars stacked, still not worth the cause
Loops play on, sick repeat
Deleting thoughts like files on heat
Drag and drop—deny and lie

Chorus:
I sink down, don't speak up now
Judge this thought, it's all I got
Voices ring but none are loud
Drown this heart, it's turning rot
Sink down under—blame my name
This curse is all I've got
(Sink... sink... sink...)
(Build: Voices fading, sink...)

Bridge 1:
Waited so long just to see this die
Mind on tour, no rest at night
Pounding chest, no breath left
Just echoes screaming, dreams collapse

Bridge 2:
I don't have our memories anymore
Self-made drip—did the trick
At-home kit, quick snip
Brain wiped, now I'm new—who are you?

Verse 3:
You saw me fall, and waved
Saw my pain, and moved on
Saw my hand, and let it fade
Alone, circling the sink
Begging this drain to drink me
Drugs and sex a way to release

Bridge 3:
People want to talk to fame
Cribs be crazy
Drenched in filth and rich—going once, going twice—your soul is sold, hope he's nice!
Pretend, depend, hang on him
Split spread and bread—was that the plan?
That's how you jam? That's your scam?

Breakdown:
Act layered, but you got nothin' to pull back
Your deep throat tricks: “Look what I can do” and filler tracks
Vocabulary locked on "Brova"— “I know… right”?
Your whole act? Get a mirror, reflect back
Silver spoons and elite waste
Entry-level lies in a plastic case
Sliding doors, fake grace—wide enough to hide a whole damn face
Another bad lay, he tried to pay
Packed nose, benzos—ask him, he knows

Verse 4:
No pact, no chain, no holy name
Just me, a beast, off-leash, untamed
You stitched a wound just to twist the thread
Smiled wide—while I bled in bed
Look at you—wrapped in plastic
Watch me rise while your life folds
My scars? They talk louder than yours
My pain? It kicks down closed doors

Final Chorus:
I sink down—no, I rise now
Carved from pain, I wear the crown
You thought I'd fold, thought I'd drown
But I built a throne from battlegrounds
Sink down? Not anymore
This war? I'm walking out the door
(Rise... rise... rise...)


Outro:
Sink down no more... rise and walk away


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Sink Down Rise

See My Scars

Until I Depart

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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I've been waiting my whole life... for something that stays...

Trapped inside the verdict in my head
You were there before I even asked
Tore right through the lie I called a life
The only voice that never took a cut
I was seven on my bedroom floor
Hands together, begging at the ceiling
I had no name for what I needed
But You were listening all along

I kept waking up further from the start
Counting every mile I lost
When everything felt like a warning
You arrived like the first frost

Only one, before all time
You're the handprint on my chest
You're the only thing I've chased
That didn't leave me less than whole
You never left
I know that now
I'm finally coming home

I know what rots a man from the center
I let it in and let it stay

Part of me was waiting for the ambush
Part of me kept crawling from the dead
Desire still whispers through the vents
Dressed in everything I thought I wanted
I never went looking for the trap
But I've been the target all my life

I kept waking up further from the start
Forgetting what it meant to feel certain
When I was running out of road
You arrived like the first frost

Only one, before all time
You're the handprint on my chest
You're the only thing I've chased
That didn't leave me less than whole
You never left
I know that now
I'm finally coming home

Is it hunger or is it grief?
I stopped knowing long ago
All I know is something's pressing
Thumbs against my throat
But You steady what's been shaking
You quiet what's been screaming
You're the only ground I've found
Since I remember being whole
I'm done running

I've been LYING
I've been DEAF
I won't let the rot take what is LEFT
I've been RUNNING
I've been BLIND
But You were with me all this TIME
NO MORE

Only one, before all time
You're the handprint on my chest
You're the only thing I needed
That didn't cost me who I am
You never left
You never will
I'm finally coming home


I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm finally coming home

Something that stays...




Handprint

UK and Cyprus-based songwriter and producer crafting melodies that bridge worlds. My music springs from life's raw experiences—the highs, the lows, and the moments of clarity in between.

Drawing inspiration from the Mediterranean shores of Cyprus and the rich musical heritage of the UK, I weave stories of faith, resilience, and hope into every track. My songs are conversations—honest reflections on the journey, celebrations of life's beauty, and reminders that even in our darkest moments, light finds a way.

When you listen to my music, you're not just hearing songs—you're experiencing chapters of a shared human story, one that acknowledges our struggles while embracing the possibility of tomorrow.

Join me as we explore what it means to live authentically, to believe in something greater, and to find meaning in both the extraordinary and the everyday.

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Handprint

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