Name: SMUGGLIN' - Reupload for distribution. by PHAZIKK
Duration: 2 min 46 s
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Evil, Dark, Grotesque

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This track is the scream I never got to let out, the truth I wasn’t allowed to speak. It’s a song for every survivor who was told to stay quiet, who was made to feel small, broken, or invisible. “Name in the Fire” lit the match—this is the aftermath. Stronger. Louder. Unapologetic. Every lyric is a scar I’ve learned to wear with pride. This is for the ones who made it out and for the ones still fighting. You’re not alone.

The Fire I Became

Scars Like Stars

Bottles War

The Storming
Pages In Clouds 2025

The wind has stilled, the sky won’t breathe,
The light retreats behind the trees.
I see the black tide start to swell—
It whispers like a funeral bell.

No prayer will stop what’s on its way…
So I kneel and let it take my name.

The darkness is coming!
The darkness is coming!
Brace your soul — feel it drum!
Suffer the storming! Bleed til it’s done!
THE DARKNESS IS COMING!
And I won't run!

Clouds like knives and thunder’s grin,
Tearing peace from bone and skin.
I don’t beg, I don’t believe—
I bare my chest and grit my teeth.

Let the winds split open my frame…
Let the rain erase my name…
Let the sky scream straight through me…
I was born for this agony.

The darkness is coming!
The darkness is coming!
Let it crash — let it break!
Let it drown all I fake!
The darkness is coming…
The storming will take…
EVERYTHING.

The sky has opened.
I feel no fear.
I close my eyes…
And let it tear.

Pb2025


A Morbid Mask

The Storming - played on BBC Radio 1  Introducing Rock with Alyx Holcombe

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.

#Deathcore #Metalcore #NuMetal #AmbientMetal #AXAXC #FromTheVoid #HeavyMusic #Screamo #InstrumentalMetal #Monday #DistortDistrustDestroy

Monday

PHAZIKK - Smugglin' - Reuploading for distribution. 

SMUGGLIN' - Reupload for distribution.

 Wake Beneath the Cross is a post-hardcore concept album that fuses Christian faith with Lovecraftian dread, unfolding across a cursed coastal town lost to ancient darkness. Through haunting lyrics and explosive instrumentation, the album follows a cliffside poet, a redeemed foreigner, and shipwrecked sailors as they confront demonic forces, ancestral idols, and the cost of salvation.

 Each track is a chapter in their spiritual war—lamenting long voyages through profane lands, breaking tribal curses, and ultimately facing a final choice: escape on the last ship, or stay and fight for a town that may already be lost. With themes of redemption, sacrifice, and divine defiance, the album ends on a cliffhanger, leaving the fate of the town—and the souls within—up to the listener’s interpretation.

 For fans of narrative-driven heavy music, Wake Beneath the Cross is both a battle cry and a benediction.

Sanctum to Scorn

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I kept my kindness blunted, filed down to fit the room,
til the room grew teeth and called itself a womb.
You measured my worth by the quiet of my throat,
then sold me a raft with holes for a boat.
I traced the fault lines running under your grace—
contracts in cursive carved into my face.
A lifeline shouldn’t be a leash on the wrist;
I bit through the braid when the rope turned to fist.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t be the soft place your violence lands,
not the velvet beneath your iron plans.
If mercy has bones, let it keep them intact—
I’m done bleeding for your sacred act.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!

[Verse 2]
You called my boundaries “barbed” when they cut your demand,
yet wore a crown of thorns and said it was “the plan.”
You sanctified harm with the right kind of light,
but holiness breaks where it hides what it bites.
I kept receipts inked under the skin—
ledgers of nights I refused to give in.
When “peace” was a muzzle, and “care” was a cage,
I learned to spell “freedom” in bone and in rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
If truth is a field, I’ll harvest it raw—
no more pruning the thorn to flatter the law.
If hope is a ladder, let each rung be real;
no painted ascent, no counterfeit steel.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!!

[Bridge]
If grief is a coastline, then time is the tide—
it takes and it gives, but it will not decide.
I plant my fingers in the granite of dawn,
and pull the whole day up like a song.

Hold—hold—hold the stone.

Home—home—home in bone.

YOUR GENTLENESS WAS A GLOVE FOR THE KNIFE.
I’M DONE HIDING THE BLOOD THAT PROVES I’M ALIVE.

[Final Chorus]
So I grow claws where I once grew doubt,
grip in the gale till the thunder runs out.
If love lights a fire, let it warm these flaws—
not remake me smooth, but honor the claws.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
When you call it “order” while you tighten your jaws—
I’ll keep my throat,
and keep my claws...

Claws Ft.OracleCat

AxAxC — DEATH THEORY

“If humanity falls, what survives — the soul or the sound?”

DEATH THEORY is a cinematic deathcore set in the far future — where humanity wages its final war for survival.
In an era of intergalactic warfare, the Earth burns beneath our own insignia — the AxAxC crest seared across a dying planet as our species drifts through space, fighting to exist among the ashes of our republic.

This album is the war drum of extinction.
From the political collapse of The Republic to the apocalyptic finality of End of the Fucking World, this album chronicles the downfall, defiance, and dark rebirth of humankind.

This is their it’s history. Our Future.
This is their destruction. Our evolution.
Welcome to the future of warfare.
Welcome to DEATH THEORY.

🔥 Track Highlights:

- Abominable — self-destruction turned divine.
- Death Theory — the creed of no return.
- Dismembered Cartilage — pit warfare incarnate.
- Burn Their Banners & An Empire Burns — rebellion forged in our hearts and minds.
- End of the Fucking World — acceptance beyond annihilation.

Core Sound: Christian Rock • Deathcore • Nu-Metal • Postcore • Industrial
Era: Futurism • Intergalactic War • Survival of the Soul

© AxAxC Studios™ — All rights reserved. Distort. Distrust. Destroy.

#Deathcore #Postcore #AXAXC #DeathTheory #Apocalypse #RADUM #DistortDistrustDestroy #EndOfTheWorld #AXAXC #Deathcore #NuMetal #Industrial #Futurism #ConceptAlbum #Apocalypse #IntergalacticWarfare #MetalCommunity #CinematicMetal #NewMusic #HeavyMetal #AxAxCStudios #DistortDistrustDestroy

END OF THE FUCKING WORLD

All I Want for Christmas Is You

All I Want for Christmas Is You. - Mariah Carey cover

[Verse]
Ink-stained hands flipping pages
Headlines scream but no one rages
Deadlines press like heavy cages
Where’s the fire
Where’s the spark

[Prechorus]
Every night he dreams of the stage
Shouting words
Breaking the cage

[Chorus]
The journalist who wanted more
Wanted to write a novel
Settle the score
Or play a guitar
Loud and raw
Wanted to be
Wanted to soar

[Verse 2]
Coffee-stained lips
A cigarette’s burn
Stories he tells
They never return
Each byline fades
No lessons learned
Where’s the truth
Where’s the roar

[Chorus]
The journalist who wanted more
Wanted to write a novel
Settle the score
Or play a guitar
Loud and raw
Wanted to be
Wanted to soar

[Bridge]
Pen in hand
Or mic in fist
Chasing shadows
Moments missed
Words like bullets
Dreams persist
What’s the point
What’s the risk

The Journalist

PHAZIKK is the creative identity of a Canadian producer, blending emotion and storytelling in every track; drawing inspiration from late-night reflection and raw human experience.

Working with advanced production software and FL Studio, Phazikk fuses electronic, hip-hop, and cinematic influences to create songs that speak when words fall short. Each release is a new chapter.

Now streaming on Spotify, Apple Music, and all major platforms.

-P

BUISNESS EMAIL: phazikk@gmail.com

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