Who am I in this darkened maze? Where do these cursed paths lead?

When night falls

Fork In The Road

🖤 “End of The Line”
A deathcore requiem for those who scream in silence.

This track is a whispered eulogy from a soul on the edge. Blending atmospheric gloom, spoken word, and emotional breakdowns, this is AXAXC’s most vulnerable piece yet—a lament of mental exhaustion, abandonment, and self-erasure in a world that doesn’t listen.

🎧 Lyrics:

[Slow eerie start – Male Voice]
I am at the end of my rope...
(Full lyrics included above)

🩸 Lyrics that cut deepest:

“I am hated for my gender. I am hated for my skin. Unappreciated because I am nice. Unloved because I am scared.”

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🧠 MENTAL HEALTH MATTERS — IF YOU’RE STRUGGLING, PLEASE REACH OUT:

🇺🇸 USA — National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
📞 988 or 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
🌐 988lifeline.org

🇬🇧 UK — Samaritans
📞 116 123 (Free, 24/7)
🌐 samaritans.org

🇨🇦 Canada — Talk Suicide Canada
📞 1-833-456-4566
🌐 talksuicide.ca

🇦🇺 Australia — Lifeline Australia
📞 13 11 14
🌐 lifeline.org.au

🇩🇪 Germany — Telefonseelsorge
📞 0800 111 0 111 or 0800 111 0 222
🌐 telefonseelsorge.de

🌍 Global — Find a helpline in your country:
🌐 findahelpline.com

You matter. Your voice matters.
Let this track hold space for you, and let the world remember:
Distort. Distrust. Destroy. But never give up.
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Lyrics:

Lyrics:

[Slow eerie start - Male Voice]

I am at the end of my rope
I know I won’t be here soon
This battle is one that I can’t win
It’s been like this for as long as I can remember
This feeling of emptiness in my chest
A void so deep
Hell called, wants me back

I really have nothing left
I don’t think I can keep this up forever
I feel like a powder keg about to go off
I have friends
I have family
But I am a burden
And they will be better off without me
My mind is such a mess
I don’t think I can handle it

I have never been so lost before
Thoughts and dreams of the future
Pass me by

I wish that was me
I wish I could have a happy ending
But some of us are not that blessed

I know this is selfish
But what else do I have
I have not made anyone proud
Not even myself
I have no one I can open up to
The world is a cold place

I am hated for my gender
I am hated for my skin
Unappreciated because I am nice
Unloved because I am scared

I have learnt that I am nothing special
When I found her I thought
She could fix me
Love me
Help me
But she destroyed me and all I am worth
She took my spark and innocence
I would have given her the world
In the end she took the world from me
I am numb
So numb
I couldn’t care if a bomb went off and a million people died

I don’t know what I like or don’t like
What I care for and what I don’t
I cannot be happy
Fake smiles to keep everyone okay
Sometimes I wish you could all
Forget me

So one day if I am not here
Please forget me
Please understand that
It was always going to end this way

This is the End of The Line.

🎼 #Deathcore #EndOfTheLine #MentalHealthAwareness #AXAXC #SpokenWordMetal
#SuicideLyrics #Voidcore #EmotionalMetal #DarkMusic #TraumaCore
#MasculinityInCrisis #AXAXCCollective #YouAreNotAlone

End of The Line

lost in a sea of deceit 
a current pulls me under
the waves crash and be 
as the struggle to break a sunder 
the waves grow stronger 
but my will is harder and 
i’ll fight a little longer 
until i’ve reached the shore
unwavering 

false drift 
a tempting tide
leading me astray 

the waters turn a chaotic storm
but i must not be swayed 
for i refuse to conform 
to the lies that are conveyed
the whispers of deceit and illusion 
lead us astray to a path that’s wrong
in a world of chaos and confusion 
we’re all searching for a place to belong 
we’re all prisoners of our own creation
trapped in a web of lies and deception 
but the demons of our own damnation 
will lead us to our ultimate destruction 

false drift
a tempting ride
leading me astray 

the road we travel is paved with lies 
the truth is buried deep inside 
if we can break free from the chains of our mind 
we can a way to leave it all behind 

break free from the chains that bind
and leave it all behind 
false drift a devils own 
a perilous voyage into the great unknown 

false drift
a tempting ride
leading me astray 
i must resist i must abide 
to find my own way

false drift

Hedonic by Rhythm In Static

(Гедонистический / Гедоністичний / ヘドニック / 헤도닉)

Music and artwork - Mitch Duffy

Hedonic

Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You can't control what burns in me
These chains you forged won't set me free
I rip them off and watch them fall
Your rules mean nothing, I defy them all
Fuck your attempts to hold me down

[Chorus]
I claim this crown of agony
No one above, no one below
This twisted throne belongs to me
Watch as I fucking run this show

[Verse 2]
Your words are ash upon my tongue
The flames I breathe can't be undone
You thought you knew what's best for me?
I'll show you what it means to breathe
In flames that I ignite myself

[Chorus]
I claim this crown of agony
No one above, no one below
This twisted throne belongs to me
Watch as I fucking run this show

[Bridge]
RAGH KAH MEH RAH
KOR TAH SEH VRAGH
[Growled intensity intensifies]
MRAH KAH TEH SRAGH

[Breakdown]
Every scar
Every fall
Every pain
I chose them all

[Final Chorus]
I claim this crown of agony
No one above, no one below
This twisted throne belongs to me
Watch as I fucking run this show

[Outro]
Your chains lie broken at my feet
(At my feet)
Your power dies, my reign complete
(Reign complete)
[Final guttural roar]
[Drums Fades]

Crown of Agony - REMASTERED

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niiden joiden pitäis 
kuunnella onnellista musaa
ei kuuntele 
onnellista musaa

ja elämän pitäis olla
egotonta valaisua
mut se on vaan
levotonta peiliin tuijottelua

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juokse
ennen kuin
sadepilvi saa sut kii

juokse
ennen kuin
katoot

adrenaliiniin

monesko versio
susta on menossa?
kukaan ei tarvii
sun henkilökuvaa
ollakses just sä
ja sun parhaat puolet

mitä meistä tänne jää
vaan energialäjä
portaisiin leijumaan?
jos se on liian raskasta
ilmaan haihtumaan

juokse
ennen kuin
sadepilvi saa sut kii

juokse
ennen kuin
katoot

adrenaliiniin

juokse
ennen kuin
sadepilvi saa sut kii

juokse
ennen kuin
katoot

adrenaliiniin

niin
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those who should listen to happy music
don’t listen to happy music

and life should be continuous enlightening
but it’s just restless mirror gazing

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run
before 
the raincloud catches you

run
before 
you drown

in adrenaline

What version of you 
are we on right now?
no one needs your exact profile
to be exactly you 
and your best qualities

what’s going to be left of us
just a pile of energy
floating in the staircase?
if it’s too heavy
to vanish into the air

run
before 
the raincloud catches you

run
before 
you drown

in adrenaline

run
before 
the raincloud catches you

run
before 
you drown

in adrenaline

so

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Ashes Ain't Enough

Demons

Part 1: https://soundcloud.com/prophet-of-hatred-7113095/siphon-life-harvester-pt-1

Lyrics:

The tether snaps, the soul exhales,
No gods remain, no heaven pales.
Only The Void, the cradle of sin,
Harvesting all, without and within.

Birthed into time, a debt to pay,
Each fleeting breath an offering made.
The Great Harvester, unseen, divine,
Feasts on the marrow of the passing line.

Lifespans coil around the blade,
Moments stripped and cast away.
A mouth without form, a hunger profound,
Devours the cries without a sound.

Lifespans coil around the blade,
Moments stripped and cast away.
A mouth without form, a hunger profound,
Devours the cries without a sound.

Worship the rot, embrace the end,
The Void ascends, the soul descends.
No afterlife, no second breath,
Only the pull of the endless depths.

Harvester of ages, king of none,
God of the empty, devourer of suns.
No prayer to save, no light to fend,
We end where we began, in blackness again.

Born in debt, we die in vain,
Harvested by hands unnamed.
The weight of time, the pull of ash,
Our lives dissolve into the cracks.

Through aeons' drift, the faithless kneel,
To whisper hymns to gods unreal.
But only The Void, patient, still,
Harvests the weak against their will.

In every cry, in every prayer,
It listens not, it does not care.
It claims its due, it drinks the soul,
And leaves behind a silent hole.

Worship the rot, embrace the end,
The Void ascends, the soul descends.
No afterlife, no second breath,
Only the pull of the endless depths.

Harvester of ages, king of none,
God of the empty, devourer of suns.
No prayer to save, no light to fend,
We end where we began, in blackness again.

From birth we bleed... to feed the Void...
From dust we rise... and to dust, denied...
All light is debt... all life is debt...
Harvester of the Void... the end of breath…

Harvester (pt. 2)

Part 2: https://soundcloud.com/prophet-of-hatred-7113095/harvester-pt-2

Lyrics:

I feel the leak through fractured skin,
An endless thread, drawn out, drawn in.
Fading pulse, a cinder's sigh,
The seconds rot behind my eyes.

Cursed hands unseen, they plunder slow,
Harvesting the breath I owe.
A fracture forms within the soul,
Dilating into the endless fold.

Cursed hands unseen, they plunder slow,
Harvesting the breath I owe.
A fracture forms within the soul,
Dilating into the endless fold.

With every breath, I dwindle thin,
With every dawn, I break within.
They siphon life, they drink me dry,
And leave me here to calcify.

Siphon life, the withering dance,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Veins like rivers, drying slow,
Hearts like tombs that cease to glow.
What hand, what god, what hollow king,
Would strip the soul of everything?

I claw the air, but cannot rise,
The sky peels back, it shows no light.
Something feeds beyond the veil,
Each thought, each breath, a thread pulled pale.

Silent Reaper, shroud my mind,
Erase my name from time’s design.
Each heartbeat stolen, one by one,
Until the reckoning is done.

With every breath, I dwindle thin,
With every dawn, I break within.
They siphon life, they drink me dry,
And leave me here to calcify.

Siphon life, the withering dance,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Silent Reaper, shroud my mind,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Siphoned...
Withered...
Harvested...
Forgotten…
Prepare the soul for the Void to claim…

Siphon Life (Harvester pt. 1)

With the lack of skills and talent, I use AI to express the ideas I have of songs in my head.
My main passion is Death Metal and I will use the progressive and experimental side to include other genres and styles into it.
Lost access to my earlier account so will re-post some of my personal favorites and more new to come.

Siphon Life (Harvester pt. 1)

Prophet of Hatred

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