Bring All Your Love To Me

🧨I gave you my hours / You gave me your weight
Now I’m crawling through the wreckage / Of every yesterday
You said it was love, but it felt like a job
Clocked in every morning, just praying you'd stop
You drained me dry, like a desert in June
Now I’m burnt out, broke down, howlin’ at the moon
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m exhausted—every nerve’s been frayed
Worn out like denim that’s been dragged through the rain
Spent all my spark on your cold little flame
Now I’m weary, and you don’t even know my name
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
You called it passion, I called it pain
You played your part, I took the blame
Burned out, bruised, and emotionally strained
Fatigued from the fight, but still stuck in the game
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
Every word you said was a weight on my name
I gave you rhythm, you gave me rust
Now I’m screaming through the static—just give me back my trust
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
I’m not tired—I’m done.
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You.... lit....... the fuse.......


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This track was inspired by myself, making decisions about life totally based on fear. I think it's time I take a new approach. I hope you like my song. Love you all!

Fear Fear

Emotional literacy is a heavy leaning track about the silent crisis unfolding in the aftermath of COVID. 

The loss of emotional literacy.

It digs into how people can now list symptoms but can’t articulate feelings, how kids are fluent in diagnostic labels but starved of inner language, and how families choke on what they’re too scared to say. 

The song exposes the long-term fallout: rising anxiety, self-harm, suicide risk, loneliness that hides in plain sight, and a country breaking quietly because no one knows how to put their inner storm into words anymore. 

It’s a warning and a plea, if we don’t bring emotional language back, we’ll keep producing people who can survive the world, but can’t survive themselves.

copyright ©️ Dendritedisco  2025

LYRICS:

Verse 1:

We used to talk in colours, not compliance codes,
feelings flying out the mouth like overloading nodes.
Now it’s: low mood, moderate risk, no plan
hearts rewritten in the language of a spreadsheet’s hand.
I’m in bits turned into I’m functioning okay,
silence in the chest like a lockdown day.
People drowning with a smile in frame,
no metaphor left to name the flame.

Pre-Chorus:

And I feel that choke in the collective throat,
like every unspoken word is a sandbag coat.
Oh, we’re paper-thin with a ticking pulse,
every bottled-up truth getting more convulsed.

Chorus:

We’re losing emotional literacy,
feel it in the bones like a slow rot industry.
Kids look fine till the cracks show symmetry,
adults worn down by invisible injury.
If we can’t name the weight that drags inside,
we bleed in silence on the quiet tide.

Verse 2:

Look,
scroll through the crises stacked in queues,
kids breaking down while they’re following the rules.
Families choking on the words they fear,
every year louder, every voice less clear.

Teenagers pinball in diagnostic traps,
cutting out the metaphors and folding up the maps.
Truth hides deep when the language dies,
the body tells the story that the mouth denies.

Pre-Chorus:

And the pulse runs cold, and the mask stays on,
and the numb creeps in like a blackout dawn.
Oh, there’s no release in a literal cage,
we need wild words back, we need primal rage.

Chorus:

We’re losing emotional literacy,
watch the suicide stats climb viciously.
Crisis teams drowning in the overflow,
breaking from the weight of what we can’t let go.
If we forget the sound of the storm inside,
we crash in the quiet, crash under the tide.

Bridge:

Tongue-tied, frostbite, locked jaw, no light,
kids whisper pain to the glow of a phone light.
Overthink, under-feel, dead-pan highlight,
no one taught the code for the internal night.
Pressure on the chest with the words unsaid,
feelings going missing like the living dead.
We need metaphor’s medicine, narrative thread,
otherwise we’re breaking with a thousand miles ahead.

Chorus:

We’re losing emotional literacy,
this is more than hurt, it’s a national injury.
Kids know maths but they can’t say fear,
adults know tasks but they can’t get near.
If we can’t speak truth, if we can’t speak pain,
the quiet kills quicker than the trauma chain.

Outro:

Quiet tongues in a loud, loud world,
holding whole galaxies they’ve never unfurled.
Give the words back, let the truth collide
bring the stories home,
bring the missing tide.


Emotional literacy.

Elysium is a spiritual, cinematic folk ballad by Luminor, blending lush, intimate instrumentation — finger-picked guitar, banjo, cello, and upright bass — with a reflective and redemptive vocal style. The song explores themes of love, loss, and the enduring journey toward peace. Written in F♯ minor, the track builds through natural, organic textures, capturing the haunting beauty of life’s quiet yet powerful connections.

There’s a light that waits beyond the grief,
Where the air still hums with what we leave.
I’ve tried to name it, I’ve tried to stay,
But love won’t fade, it just changes shape.

Elysium — I hear your song,
Through the silence, I belong.
If the heart must break to find what’s true,
Then let it break — I’ll follow you.

In the dark, I saw your face,
A quiet fire the night can’t chase.
You said no truth is ever gone,
It just becomes what carries on.


All that I’ve lost, I give to the flame,
All that I’ve found, I whisper your name.
If heaven’s not above but through,
Then every breath is proof of you.

Elysium — where shadows fall,
I’ve seen the light behind it all.
If love survives the passing through,
Then I am home — because of you.

Elysium

I held my breath inside your church
Where incense stained the air
I knelt on stone, began my search
For proof you were ever there

The candles burned through holy night
You cracked me like a weathered mast
But morning came with sterile light
And swept away the past

So scatter me like autumn leaves
Across the fields you walked
Let every breath the winter breathes
Carry what we lost
Scatter me, scatter me
'Til there's nothing left to hold
Let the wind make saints of thieves
And turn this flesh to gold

I've worn your words like second skin
Through seasons cold and long
But even faith grows paper-thin
When the holy done you wrong

I've been bearing this cross, wearing your loss like a snakes skin
Tearing through frost, sharing the cost of the state I'm in
Every morning I'm warring with warnings that follow no end
I'm ignoring the dawning, adorning my sorrow again and again
You left me with nothing but hunger and hurt to defend
All the color and comfort we covered, now dust in the wind
Now dust in the wind
Now dust in the wind

And if there's grace beyond this grief
Some kingdom yet to come
I'll meet you in the falling leaf
The credits after song

So scatter me like autumn leaves
Across the fields you walked
Let every breath the winter breathes
Carry what we lost
Scatter me, scatter me
'Til there's nothing left to hold
Let the wind make saints of thieves
And turn this flesh to gold

Oh, scatter me, scatter me
Let the earth reclaim her own
Plant me where the willow grieves
And make this dirt my home

I held my breath inside your church
I might never breathe again

Scatter Me

"Behind the Mirror" is a haunting indie rock ballad that explores the ethereal torment of a spectral observer trapped in the liminal space behind a young woman's mirror. Witnessing her intimate morning rituals—from brushing tangled hair and adjusting her silhouette to desperate moments of solitary solace—the ghost yearns to shatter the glass barrier, whispering unheard pleas: "You're not alone." Through brooding verses and swelling choruses, the song captures voyeuristic intimacy, unspoken longing, and the quiet desperation of eternal isolation. Matt Berninger's baritone delivery evokes cinematic melancholy over piano arpeggios, reverb guitars, and ambient swells (70-80 BPM). A instrumental interlude provides emotional breathing room amid dynamic builds to full-band crescendos. Perfect for late-night introspection, this track blends supernatural yearning with raw human vulnerability.

## Full Lyrics

**[Intro]**  
Soft light spills across your room,  
I breathe inside the silver wound.  
The glass hums softly — hums your name,  
Each morning bends but feels the same.  
You never see what waits behind,  
The ghost that echoes every line.  

**[Verse 1]**  
I live behind your mirror, love,  
Where time dissolves, but never dies.  
I watch you smooth your tangled hair,  
The quiet storm inside your eyes.  
You press your lips — a silent prayer,  
(Ah — I can't reach you through the frame.)  
I know the sighs you never share,  
And all the hurts you never name.  

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
If I could whisper through this glass,  
You'd hear my voice beneath the cracks.  

**[Chorus]**  
You're not alone — you never were,  
(You never were — not once.)  
Your ghosts are softer than your scars.  
Don't let the silence write the end,  
You still have time, you still have stars.  

**[Verse 2]**  
You fix your dress, you check the seams,  
You chase perfection through the haze.  
The trembling glass distorts your face,  
But beauty hides in mirrored grays.  
You hold your breath, adjust again,  
(Ah — you're more than what they see.)  
I trace the lines your fingers make,  
This lonely world you make believe.  

**[Interlude]**  
[Muted piano heartbeat, reverb guitars, soft brass bloom.]  

**[Verse 3]**  
Your hand drifts lower, seeking warmth,  
That no one's given you in weeks.  
You close your eyes and disappear,  
The mirror fogs — it almost speaks.  
You breathe my name, but barely so,  
(Ah — I feel your quiet ache.)  
You chase a life you never owned,  
And I dissolve for your heart's sake.  

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
If I could call across the pane,  
I'd tell you not to hide the pain.  

**[Chorus Reprise]**  
You're not alone — you never were,  
(You never were — my love.)  
The darkness bends but doesn't last.  
Embrace the ache, the living blur,  
There's beauty in what has to pass.  

**[Bridge]**  
I am the one who cannot breathe,  
Condemned to watch, not intervene.  
The world reflects, then swallows whole,  
Your laughter fading into me.  
(Ah — don't fade away.)  
Your tears turn silver on the wall,  
The glass remembers every fall.  

**[Verse 4]**  
Each dawn repeats what night forgets,  
You face the light, I fade from view.  
I mouth the words you'll never hear,  
But still, they echo back to you.  
You lift your eyes — the moment breaks,  
(Ah — you turn and I remain.)  
You live your life, and I just wait,  
Still caught between your joy and pain.  

**[Outro]**  
I'd shout your name, but air won't break,  
Still I remain, behind the quake.  
You turn away — the glass resets,  
I live a life you might forget.  
(Ah — you might forget … but I won't.)  

**[Final Outro]**

© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.



Behind the Mirror

its like a breeze, but with some not and some more. 

Still Here Tomorrow

We’re spinning coins, we’re burning time
What’s the point? We’ve seen this all before
One slip and we’ll be right back under
We're going in circles
We're going in circles
We're going in circles

This close, but never through it
I’m none the wiser, never knew it
I’m standing at the edge of
Promise made, so quick to fade
I’m repeating

We’re rotten fruit, we’re catching flies
What’s the point? We’ve got nothing more to lose
One slip and we’ll be right back under
We're going in circles
We're going in circles
We're going in circles

You reached out for my hand
You reached out for my hand
I looked, but I was already gone
Already gone

All numbers have been counted
All days have blurred to one
But yesterday finds you waiting
So you're circling back

You reached out for my hand
You reached out for my hand
I looked, but I was already gone
Already gone

You reached out for
You reached out for
But I stood still in time.
Didn’t move, just lay in wait
I let it pass
I let it pass

Circles

Still Walking V2

rise, fall, and prayer // prod surfing beats

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