My Demons...

My demons...

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Vita Dolor Est

Life So Far

Text:
Verse 1
First cry, first breath, the world begins,
Tiny hands held in your mother’s skin.
Raised by voices, taught by time,
The roots you carry, the place you find.

Verse 2
Schoolyard dreams and questions loud,
What will I be, will I make them proud?
The years roll forward, the answers hide,
But life keeps pushing, a restless tide.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

(solo)

Verse 3
Your first son cries, and your heart explodes,
You show him proudly to the ones you know.
Parents fading, the torch is passed,
The mirror whispers: nothing lasts.

Verse 4
Leaders change, the flags will burn,
Wars are fought, and still we learn.
In your small world there’s peace to find,
A fragile gift in a fragile time.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

Bridge
Are you happy, do you feel alive?
In a million stories, we survive.
Every birth, every goodbye,
A single thread in the endless sky.

(solo)

Final Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The crown, the dust, the voice that calls.
We walk, we run, we fight, we stall,
But in the end — we’re part of all.

Outro
Before the answer ever comes,
The circle closes, the song is sung.
And you return, where you belong…
Part of all.

We Rise Together” is a cinematic rock anthem that fuses post-punk energy with poetic rebellion. The lyrics explore themes of unity, resistance, and emotional defiance in a dystopian world. Each verse introduces mythic characters—prophets, warriors, believers—who rise against systems of control. The chorus becomes a rallying cry, urging collective action and the burning of old hierarchies. With chant-like repetition and vivid metaphors, the song builds toward catharsis, ending in a communal echo of strength and solidarity.

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🎵 Lyrics: “We Rise Together”  
© Martin Oliver Beinersdorf / MOBest 2025. All rights reserved.

`
All together now…  
All together now…

He’s got a mask like a prophet,  
She’s got a flame in her eyes.  
We walk the line between silence and riot,  
Trading truth for disguise.  

They said “fall in,” we said “never,”  
They drew maps, we burned the sky.  
We’re the ghosts of failed endeavors,  
But we still learn to fly.  

One by one, we break the tether,  
Ash to ash, but light as feathers.  

Come together, we rise together,  
All together now—no kings, no crowns.  
Come together, we fight forever,  
All together now—burn it down.  

He’s got a code in his heartbeat,  
She’s got a war in her song.  
We built a church out of concrete and heartbeat,  
Where the broken belong.  

They said “kneel,” we said “never,”  
They sold peace, we bought the storm.  
We’re the ink on every letter  
That was never sent, but born.  

One by one, we break the tether,  
Ash to ash, but light as feathers.  

Come together, we rise together,  
All together now—no kings, no crowns.  
Come together, we fight forever,  
All together now—burn it down.  

Raise your fists like flags of fire,  
Sing your name into the wire.  
We are not the ones they own—  
We are thunder, we are stone.  

She’s got scars like constellations,  
He’s got thunder in his veins.  
We carved truth into the pavement,  
Singing vows in acid rain.  

They said “wait,” we said “never,”  
They drew lines, we crossed the flame.  
We’re the choir of lost believers,  
Screaming love without a name.  

Come together, we rise together,  
All together now—no kings, no crowns.  
Come together, we fight forever,  
All together now—burn it down.  
Burn it down.  
Burn it down.  
All together now.

All together now…  
All together now…
`

We Rise Together

Symphonauts are a genre-defying collective of sonic voyagers, fusing glam rock swagger, soulful grit, electronic textures, and art rock ambition into a symphonic, theatrical experience. Formed in Brooklyn in 2019, the band quickly carved out a cult following with their electrifying live shows—equal parts opera, funk revival, and cosmic jams.

At the heart of Symphonauts is a rotating ensemble of multi-instrumentalists, vocalists, and composers, anchored by co-leads Jennifer Rae and Mike Orion, whose voices intertwine like gospel and glam in orbit. Their sound is built on stacked harmonies from a full choir, analog synths, distorted strings, and orchestral strings, all pulsing beneath grooves that nod to Parliament-Funkadelic, Bowie’s Berlin era, and the maximalist spirit of early 2000s art rock.


Starlight Caller

🧨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 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.

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