"When truth dies, the echoes remain."

The final descent of the Carbon Field EP.
Post Truth Demons confronts the age of illusion — where information replaces wisdom, and algorithms whisper as gods.
Shadow Voxell calls out from the noise, invoking the spark of Thoth — the ancient intelligence buried beneath chaos.
A fusion of cyber-rock and ritual lament, this track is a war cry for those who still seek light within distortion.

⚙️ “Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”
🜏 The fight for the mind begins.
✶ The Demons are real — they wear our screens.

Post Truth Demons

Escaping the Matrix

The Dream Is Dead

Bury Your Pain

Apologies Are For The Weak

Blessing With A Curse

Monument

Relentless Chaos

A Dance With Aera Cura

Number[s]

[&] Delinquents

Attack Attack

Smokahontas

The Valley

Hickory Creek

Apologies Are For The Weak

Miss May I