A big fucking bad to everyrhing, but since Lies is your draw and force for anything you end have to do with, or have any meaning about ARE YOU THE MOST USELESS TO IT, THAN I EVER EXPERIENCE IN MY LIFE! If the World war og the year 1966 and Saw Raw 1967, be worser than any Room you all did your worst Grimes and resons for your down under og pains, Memorial re-membered snapshots of the past, in collectival wish of deny to forget but never switched one single Word between anyone of you, but noone are in doubt - if you ever made a inside perspective or a self-resulted  indsight in why you think you This endless repeat of 'sufferiing'? that you all stand together and began the matching on Roads, and stand side by side in the most hurricane of a Nature by weather and hmm ...natures that also ment You All should have a horrible time of life? maby, you should think just some dead-episodes far way back, from standing together and doin a one big call, for your uncapable escape to fall and

always rise after your ride in the down under Hell ride lnto the darkness you All know, why and what. I Give a shit about your fucking insane big lie for just exiting! but you the one who cteate same scenerie to so many kids m, i know its fucking deeply insane they should be anyone of you, and just experience 'you rape what you had sown' - cus you probably not get in any other track or ended the train or get to a end station of our past-memories, who never get away From, before you fucking get your damn fucking situation. why do you alwsys rise to the highest and  never Freese? feel the Nature as an enemy? matching Down The same road. The Road of 1969. Three years before your slaghter-kill had the beginning, represent 3 years where there were some people who for too much informations and get til many as same cteated situations of their first lifestories. The Agenda 1967; was to clean this sort from The earth and in that 3 × 365 Days and the year of 70numb.yearwith 366 days as a leep-

year, that year the march Begin the walkin. Died sky? as walking dead zombies, was your own slaghter-rides of each other. Every situation have their own Melodysound, and not any big suprose behind cloud9 have you all some of your person into a stuckpoint, but general fragmental energy over the hole universal belong to the planet earth. Who and why the remix-addicted monsters did their in march, are unclear to me, and if the people of the World called Them, are too and im not care at All either. But GOA music and All the body-rubbered do also Have a logic meaning in this maniacs mindset. Are you One as an alone singularity, But only survived from yourself Death and was the first With skitzofreni, should not suprise me even a little. But Marcus, did he sold his face for some promise of some lie or why should one of the first account on here, wrote it as him self and the story not told of same retard... but i guess This with the past, now n future shift faster in my life and never do InU

and fuck You, and fucking get sone damn true reality of your own track_8Y_TRUTH/ you Will never get any far as totally unmoved in a 3D formative picture anyway, how end as many rides you om one endless 8 symbol/ og truer du mig én fucking gang mere, så lover jeg dig for at aldrig hjælpe dig i et eneste sekund af min fritid - fatter du det m, din fucking crap sinke

What a treat this was to do with my dear friend Annie ..... more of her fabulous work   https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-le-Veut, October 2024

Music and cover art by Combstead 
Copyright © Combstead Lab October 2024

We came here to Love.
We came here to learn what great Love really is.
We came here to learn about a Love so great that, just out of joy, it builds a whole multiverse.

We came here to Dance
We came here to learn what great Dance really is.
We came here to learn about the joy of the great weaving, spiralling dance of the web that give form to this multiverse.

But not all are here to Love and Dance,
And those who came before us, aeons ago,
Knew the trials we’d have to face, and pass
So they left us guidance in letters from home.
They drew them as stories in the night skies
On silver starships that stay true to their course,
Like messages in bottles across the sands of time,
We rely on these myths to guide us along.

We came here to make Art,
We came here to understand what great Art really is, to know the Artist who paints a glorious sunset across the sky in indescribable hues, purely out of Joy.

We came here to make Music
We came here to understand what great Music really is,
The song that the universe is built upon, the Word of God, Om, that births frequencies to create both Sorrow and Joy.

So we always look forward to those letters from home
Drawn in the stellar guides that are ever true
Like messages in bottles across the sands of time,
We rely on the wisdom of ages to guide us through.

Letters from Home - Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

"Fried Ricin" is a hard-hitting modern metal track that boldly tackles the complexities of modern protest and hypocrisy. The song explores how certain groups fervently criticize others—preaching against injustice yet embodying similar behaviors and mindsets. With raw intensity, the lyrics challenge listeners to confront the uncomfortable truth that those who protest may not be as different from those they oppose as they believe. The pulsating riffs and powerful vocals mirror the emotional turmoil of this duality, creating a striking contrast between fervent ideals and the reality of human nature. 

Fried Ricin

Lyrics

No escape from this despair
But together, we will dare

In a world where shadows creep
We fight against the darkness deep
Nature's wrath, it twists the fate
As we march towards the gate
Choking on this bitter air
Can you feel the cold despair?
Yet we stand, won't lose our way
Hope ignites amidst decay


No escape from this despair
But together, we will dare

We rise from ashes, broken dreams 
Carved by fears, or so it seems)
Through the rifts of shattered skies
Fighting back with haunting cries
The echoes of the past won't fade 
In this fight, we're unafraid
As the storm within us roars 
With every heartbeat, we explore

No escape, but we will fight
With strength ignited, we seek the light

Through the chaos, we will find
A glimpse of hope, a stronger mind
In the ruins of what once was whole 
We gather pieces, reclaim our soul)
The cries of nature, a warning sound
Echoing truth in the battleground
Our journey's marked by scars we bear
Yet still we rise, with hearts laid bare

No escape, but we will rise 
No escape from fate's cruel chains
In this struggle, we feel the pain
With voices strong, we shout the call
Unite as one, we won't fall

Beneath the weight of all we've lost
We'll find the strength, no matter the cos
As the ashes swirl in the violent breeze
We stand our ground, we'll never freeze

No escape, but side by side 
Our fate is sewn in threads of pain 
Through the nightmares, we shall gain
A world that's fallen, yet we strive
In the shadows, we come alive
With every scar, our story's told
Of battles fought and hearts so bold
Through the remnants of a dying sky
We'll lift our heads, we won't comply

No escape, but in this fight


Production notes

AI was used for this project

March of the Unyielding

"City of Bridges" - A haunting journey through the mysterious canals of Venice rendered in thunderous heavy metal. This composition weaves dark, fog-shrouded melodies with powerful male vocals that echo across ancient waterways. The aggressive electric guitars and driving bass lines create an intense soundscape that captures Venice's dual nature - beautiful yet eerily mysterious. Synth elements add atmospheric depth, evoking misty lagoons and centuries-old secrets hidden within crumbling palazzos. This unpolished, epic track transforms Venice's labyrinthine alleys into a metal adventure, perfect for traversing your own urban landscape with heroic intensity.

City of Bridges

Adderall

Guitars: Clay Willis
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Bob Patin: Piano & Organ
Backup Vocals & Lead Guitar: Spencer Brochard
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

Tomorrow's Sun

They spoke in numbers, they spoke in fire
Built altars of thunder, of blood, of choir
I kept the silence. I counted the names
Two thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine flames
And then... 
One more

In the desert of books and bones
They built their gods from fractured stones
Each face familiar, each voice divine
Until the sky ran out of time

One bled for thunder
One drowned for rain
One wept in gardens
One promised pain

They left us parables sharp as knives
But none could chart a satellite

What returns when you burn it all?
What speaks when the statues fall?
Not the psalms, not the scrolls...
Just the pull of poles, and the curve of orbits

Repeat the trial, forget the tale
No need for prophets to lift the veil
It all returns
The falling speed
The sequence of a growing seed
The spectrum's split, the echo's path
But never faith. Not that

No shrine can hold what's truly known
No prayer can match the undertone
Of numbers whispered in the stone
The world repeats
The world repeats
But gods... 
Do not come home

I saw your temples, your sacred laws
I saw the math beneath the claws
And when I turned-alone, unnamed
I was not damned
I was not changed
I simply walked...
One god beyond

Born Godless

You were just in the next room
Weren't you?
I set two spoons
And the kettle screamed at me
For being wrong
Again

I don't cry
I rehearse
This absence
It's not a sentence
Just a wrinkle in the hours
Just a door someone forgot to close

Come back, and I'll forget what you said
Come back, and I'll tear out the ending
Come back, and I'll believe in gods
Come back, and I'll fold the universe
Down to a note
Tucked in your coat

(You took the coat. You took the note.)

Who do I become
When you're not the name
My day was built around?

I touch the outline you left in the air
It feels like emptiness
It feels like loss without direction
It feels like the beginning of extinction

I hate you
Because you're not here
Not because of how
Not because of when
Just the brutal, raw arithmetic
Of your not-being-where-I-left-you

You took, the rhythm of doors closing gently
You took, my habit of laughing before the punchline
You took, every second that might've meant anything

And you left
this echo in my mouth
that keeps calling your name
like a heretic naming saints

I feed your silence
It grows fat
It learns my gait
It sleeps in your side of the bed
And I tuck it in

It watches shows you would've hated.
It wears your robe
It hums out of tune
And I never correct it

Sometimes it weeps
Because I don't
Sometimes it reads
The notes you never answered
Sometimes it just sits
And listens to me
Not saying your name

I stopped saying "you'd love this"
Now I just stare
At the thing you would've loved
And nod
As if you're already watching
From wherever this absence feeds itself

I set no spoons
The kettle stays quiet

You're Not Where I Left You

AxAxC – Am I the Monster?

An 8-track concept record diving into the fear, guilt, rejection, and rage of existence. This is AxAxC at our most vulnerable. From the heartbreak of First Choice to the suicidal abyss of Barrel of a Gun, through to the climactic title track Am I the Monster? and the furious closer Seeing Red.

This album questions whether our unique experiences, ancestry and choices we make, lead in us becoming monsters. We ask for everyone who’s ever asked: Am I guilty just for existing? Am I safe, but never chosen? Am I the monster?

Tracklist:

- First Choice (4:33)
- Fear of Me (3:52)
- Guilty of Skin (4:49)
- Eye of the Street (4:12)
- Barrel of a Gun (4:32)
- Am I the Monster? (5:34)
- Corazón (4:22)
- Seeing Red (4:29)

Band Statement:

This album is the sound of fear, rejection, and survival distilled into music. We’ve written from the darkest corners of ourselves, in heartbreak, in prejudice, in alienation, suicidal ideation and bled them into deathcore, ambient ballads, and spoken word interludes.

We are AxAxC. 
We distort. We distrust. We destroy.

For Fans Of:

#Slipknot #Skillet  #Lorna Shore #BringMeTheHorizon #FallingInReverse #SleepToken #Architects #Beartooth.

#deathcore #metalcore  #screamo #ambientmetal #nu-metal #gothicballad #cinematicmetal #AxAxC #AmItheMonster #First Choice #FearofMe #GuiltyofSkin #EyeoftheStreet #BarrelofaGun #Corazón #SeeingRed

AxAxCStudios™ (2025)

Corazón

My Last Goodbye

Euphoric Escape ( rock aggressive rap )

Hey, my name is Markus. In the past I've made Metal, Punk and Heavy Rock with my friends in my garage. I played the bass guitar and sometimes vocals. But that was way back (in the 90s). Now I produce my own songs at home and upload them. The music styles are from Metal, Punk, Rock to House and Dance, just everything I like. I would be happy if my songs are heard and positive feedback comes. I am also interested in cooperation and publish acapellas at looperman.com

March of the Unyielding

MP Project

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