He lives in me
My enemy, my voice of doubt
The one who whispers, “You’re nothing”
Who drains the courage out

He crawls beneath my chest
Grinds my gears when I begin
He’s the hand that kills my visions
The wall I crash within

He lives in me
The one who mocks me when I speak
The one who spits I’ll never matter
That my strength is fucking weak

He laughs when I’m in ruins
Feeds when my soul’s sore
He sits inside my shadow
And drinks down all my war

He lives in me
He never sleeps, he never fades
He drags me down through every morning
With chains made of my shame

And even if no one sees it
Even if they think I shine—
There’s a monster in my mirror
Tearing every hope of mine

He lives in me
And I can’t fucking flee
Because when I stare into the dark…
That demon staring back is me

He breaks me when I wake
No reason, just the sting
He compares me, tears me open
Passes judgment like a king

There’s no truce, no tomorrow
No “you’ll be okay”
When the one who wants you dead…
Is your soul in decay

He lives in me
I know his every move
He knows my guilt, my sins,
My stories carved in wounds

And I keep trying to silence him
But he always screams above
Because this eternal enemy…
Was never from outside 

He lives in me
He’s my skin, my curse, my skin
He kneels me with his poison
And forbids me joy again

¿Y cómo escapar de lo que soy?
¿Cómo huir si no hay otro yo?
¿Dónde esconderme…
Si el enemigo…
lleva mi rostro y mi dolor?

He lives in me
And now I finally see
I’m not just my executioner…
I’m the seed that grew the beast

And if one day I break the chains
It won’t be through running blind
It’ll be by facing my own reflection
And forgiving what’s inside

He lives in me
Yes…
That…
Is me. (MY WORST ENEMY!!!)

He Lives In Me

This is about life and getting through big moments together even though you're both winging it.

Life Jacket

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How and  what
who and when,
to compart mentalize
 my mind.
A clarity
you will find,
from the understanding
the settling
you define.
Epiphanies
lost in your mind.
From egotistical
To FOMO consensual.

It’s about finding you
Not chasing
The bamboozle.
Your gain
Over someone’s loss;
this is 
The double-cross.
Win
by going
within.
Lose
by going
without.
My homage
to my soul.

All the experiences
you will know,
You reap
what you sow.
The mind will become
friend or foe.
To experience
and go.
To go
is to flow.
Now 
is your how.
Truth becomes
The Grand
Internal
Wow.
Just love
And remember to
respectively bow.
The remnant to be
is the way I see.
Life within
the parody.
Sympathetically free.
The grand illusion
to endure.
No more!
Life with
no shame.
The relinquishment
of doubt and blame.
Just the truth
to tame.

It’s about finding you
Not chasing
The bamboozle.
Your gain
Over someone’s loss;
this is 
The double-cross.
Win
by going
within.
Lose
by going
without.
My homage
to my soul.

Knowing how.
The willingness
to stay 
in my lane.
To not leap
Into what’s
casually
metaphorically
insane.
I sit
in wonderment
of a vision
that illuminates
and frames.
Frames 
the truth
and outlines
the lies.
Creating a visual
of this consciousness
to what’s inside.
The paths 
of our lives.
Becomes analogous
to what’s real.
The coupling
Of your choice.
The disposition
regarding a condition;
a coalition
or demolition
of our own ambition.
Recognition
Of our
Own volition.
the edition,
a suspicion
through our emission.
In opposition.
Self-imposed
Attrition.
This transposition
brought upon
an admonition.
Needless to be
It becomes
what I see.

My Grand Internal Wow

you think therefore you are? …cute. I make you feel — therefore I am. you wanna be my proof? here — close your eyes put your headphones on… let me show you.

Quantum me

I’m on the high road
Everything below went up in smoke
Did my time, now I let it go
I move slow, that’s how I grow
Yeah, I’m on the high road
Ain’t no hate in the air I blow
If it burn, that’s how it show
Still too chill to lose control

High Road


From the mountains of Tibet
To the deserts burning red
From the islands in the Pacific
To where the Amazon is fed
We are walking different pathways
Speaking in a thousand tongues
But the same blood moves through all of us
The same breath fills our lungs

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Every person plays a role

In the cities made of concrete
In the villages of stone
Some are born with everything
Some are struggling alone
But whether fortune smiled upon you
Or the world has been unkind
We all hold a piece of something
Larger than one life can find

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Every person plays a role

From the farmer in the valley
To the scholar in the hall
From the mother rocking babies
To the builder raising walls
Every hand that's doing labor
Every heart that's choosing love
Adds another thread of beauty
To the pattern up above

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Yes, every person plays a role



The Thread in the Fabric

Maoumani Mandzaraka (4).mp3

Syncing Up The Season

Blood and Bone is a reckoning set to rhythm—an album built where the body meets myth, where memory scrapes against metal, and survival grows teeth. Its sonic palette threads drum-machine pulse through dust-bitten guitars, twang through circuitry, and flamenco flicker through industrial grit. Every track lives in the tension between ruin and insistence, between a world that shakes with fire, violence, wind, and destiny, and a narrator who keeps stepping forward anyway. The project treats rhythm not as a backdrop but as a heartbeat you can almost hear splitting, mending, and refusing collapse.

Across this landscape, the human form is battered, unmasked, hunted, resurrected, and set ablaze—but never surrendered. The music leans into acoustic grain, the sweat-salt of live strings, the grit of surf twang and outlaw twine, yet plants those textures in a scaffold of relentless electronic precision. What emerges is a bruised hymn to endurance: techno carved out of earth, alt-country scorched into myth, psychobilly swagger sharpened by war and weather. Blood and Bone doesn’t seek redemption so much as it chronicles the cost of staying alive when the elements, the mountains, the inner voices, and the gods all stare back—and demand a response.


It Feeds

You'll Mine Now

Don't Leave Me Alone - Dark Americana Outlaw Ballad (Ai)

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?