Under My Skin is an emotional trap album that cuts deeper than surface-level pain — it lives in it, breathes through it, and finds power inside the quiet.
Every track feels like a confession made under neon lights at 3 a.m. — cold, introspective, and unapologetically honest.

This record isn’t about the high life. It’s about survival, about keeping your soul when the world turns fake.
From the raw defiance of “Don’t Waste My Time” to the numb calm of “Quiet After the Rain,” and the bitter fire of “Under My Skin,” every song hits with purpose:
808s that rumble like thunder, guitars that sting like memory, and vocals that walk the line between rage and redemption.

PulseMeld blends cinematic trap, soul, and dark pop into a sound that’s both futuristic and painfully human.
The energy swings between controlled chaos and quiet reflection — between burning bright and fading slow — but it never loses focus.
This is music for late nights, empty streets, and the moments you can’t tell if you’re breaking down or breaking through.

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Pulsemeld