We Didn’t Say Goodbye

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Lryics | Heat Like That

You don’t play with heat like that
Unless you’re ready for the aftermath

Walked in late, lips like sin
Eyes said lose, smile said win
You touched my back like you had rights
I let it slide—for one damn night

You thought I’d melt, thought I’d fall
Didn’t know I’ve burned through worse than all

You don’t play with heat like that
Light the fuse, then step back
I’m not your risk, I’m not your muse
I’m the kind of fire you’ll always lose
You wanted wild, you wanted wrong
But you won’t survive me very long

You called me trouble like it’s new
Baby, trouble’s how I move through you
You tasted smoke and begged for more
Now you’re ashes on the floor

You thought I’d break, thought I’d belong
Didn’t know I’ve been fire all along

You don’t play with heat like that
Flirt with sparks, then pull back
I don’t simmer, I combust
I’ll turn your sweet talk into dust
You wanted heat, now here it is
A woman who burns—and never forgives

Next time you reach for something hot
Think of everything I’m not
I’m not soft, not made to stay
I light it up, then walk away

You don’t play with heat like that
Strike a match, then try to act
Like I was just another flame
When you still curse out my name
You wanted heat, now that it’s gone—
Go tell your friends you got it wrong

Yeah, you don’t play with heat like that

Heat Like That

Dans l’écho des cendres s’élève la voix du Phénix, un chant fragile devenu flamme, une lumière née du silence..
Si ces mots ont touché ton âme, laisse-toi emporter par la mélodie..

Poupée Phénix

Justice without mercy, Corruption exposed, Final reckoning, Hell-bound journey, Sin and consequence, No turning back.

Train to Redemption

The Mirror Cracks is a dystopian rock narrative that critiques the illusion of rebellion in a digitally controlled society. Through surreal imagery and ironic tone, the lyrics explore themes of algorithmic conformity, performative resistance, and the commodification of identity. The protagonist is trapped in a system that offers the appearance of freedom while reinforcing psychological and technological control. From ambient introspection to explosive choruses, the song builds toward a haunting realization: the wall of oppression is self-made, and the voice of rebellion has been absorbed into the machine.

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Lyrics:

"You asked for freedom. We gave you mirrors."  
"Now break them. If you dare."

You say you want a revolution  
But your hands are tagged and scanned  
Your voice is just a simulation  
In a system built by command  
You wear your thoughts like uniforms  
Pre-approved and sterilized  
You dream in corporate storms  
Where rebellion’s monetized

And the mirror cracks again  
But the cracks are all designed  
You’re free to choose the cage  
That fits your state of mind

Don’t tell me truth is just a wire  
Don’t sell me hope through broadcast fire  
You built your soul on borrowed code  
Now you’re not alone  
You’re just controlled

You say you hate the institution  
But you’re logged in every day  
You chant your revolution  
In a feed that fades away  
You want to burn the tower  
But you’re scared to lose the light  
You beg for sacred power  
In a world that bans the night

"Teacher, I forgot my name."  
"That’s not required anymore."

You say you want to change the system  
But your dreams are pre-approved  
You whisper in the algorithm  
Till your edges are removed  
You draw your lines in dust  
But the wind begins to scream  
You talk of love and trust  
Inside a sponsored dream

And the cracks become a door  
But it leads to mirrored halls  
You’ve seen this scene before  
It’s written on the walls

You say you want a revolution  
But your pulse is not your own  
You trade your voice for resolution  
In a house of glass and stone  
You want to break the chain  
But the chain is made of you  
You want to feel the pain  
But only if it’s true

Don’t tell me truth is just a wire  
Don’t sell me hope through broadcast fire  
You built your soul on borrowed code  
Now you’re not alone  
You’re just controlled

"The wall was never theirs… it was yours."  
"And now it sings to you."  
"I comply… I comply… I comply…"

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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf (MOBest). All rights reserved

The Mirror Cracks

Hook

We need no war, we need more love,
Turn the lights on, lift us up above,
Same blue sky, one human drum—
Beat of the heart says where we’re from.
We need no war, we need more love,
Turn the hate down, turn the peace up, up.

Verse 1

I see kids paint dreams on a cardboard wall,
Names, not numbers, we can heal it all.
News talk loud, but the truth cuts through—
Every mother’s prayer sounds the same as you.
Different streets, but we share one floor,
Earth under feet, what we fighting for?
If pain’s a wave, let the kindness surf,
Plant one seed, watch it green this earth.

Pre-Chorus

Hands to the sky, let the fear fall short,
Hearts synchronized like a world-wide sport.
Turn up hope till the shadows fade,
Every single voice is a serenade.

Hook

We need no war, we need more love,
Turn the lights on, lift us up above,
Same blue sky, one human drum—
Beat of the heart says where we’re from.
We need no war, we need more love,
Turn the hate down, turn the peace up, up.

Verse 2

Flags wave bright but the blood is red,
Stories we share, same tears we shed.
Stone to a bridge, let the rivers meet,
Foot to the ground, find a common beat.
Text your neighbor, call your friend,
Peace starts small, then it never ends.
Open the door, let the daylight pour,
Love is the language we’re all made for.

Bridge (Call & Response)

Say “no more!” — No more!
Say “one world!” — One world!
Say “more love!” — More love!
Let it echo till the walls unfurl.

Hook

We need no war, we need more love,
Turn the lights on, lift us up above,
Same blue sky, one human drum—
Beat of the heart says where we’re from.
We need no war, we need more love,
Turn the hate down, turn the peace up, up.

Outro (Tag)

No lines in the sand, just hands to hold—
Future’s a fire, let the warmth take hold.
We need no war, we need more love—
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.

We need no war

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The hegemony 
not understood, 
how it influences 
my propensity. 
My reaction creating 
an atmosphere, 
uprooting and hurling 
as my perception 
adjusting to the swirling. 
Confusing my focus 
As I listen to 
Some type of hocus pocus 
of the truth. 
The anatomy of 
my conceptual thinking 
misplaced as my spirit 
begins sinking. 
All all at one, 
Creation’s gentleness 
Is all I see. 
See it where? 
A place where the audience 
Is taught not to stare. 
The attention is  
Directed elsewhere. 
Perhaps by the narcissistic gleam. 
Deny, dismiss, devalue and divorce. 
Becoming their common way. 
Controlling the narrative 
Of discourse. 
So, there it sits unabashed. 
Within its gentleness. 
Bestowing the grace 
Of my acceptance. 
The question is, 
“How did I miss this? 
It was placed 
in a state 
of my illusion. 
Ashamed and divorced 
from the communication 
of my very source. 
Denied by the truth 
of my nature. 
by something 
that pretended 
to be greater. 
Dismissed and devalued, 
by the disparaging acts 
of mindfulness that loomed. 
Please old faithful spirit 
in order to breathe 
I will need soon. 
The exposing of  
This hegemony. 
Bringing back  
the breath 
to me.  
I lay my sins 
on it no more. 
Giving me the light 
To endure. 
By the hegemony 
that attempts to shadow 
my propensity. 
The uprooting 
of my soul 
is the perception 
the choice 
for this subject 
to behold. 
The illusional  
Traumatic ties 
Of my sub-personalities. 
These sins I laid 
In the reflection 
of my vision. 
The world of 
celestial gentleness 
becoming my decision. 
To be defined by 
The object of 
What I see. 
Or to plan and  
simply be free. 
To accept me 
As me for me. 
Giving me  
the power to see. 
The blessing 
to be free.

Old Faithful Spirit

“AFTER YOU LEFT” is an experimental fusion of organic emotion and digital decay.
Dark, haunting — where cello, bagpipe drones, and fractured rhythms drift through static and silence.

AFTER YOU LEFT

The Revelations given to John, A suit of melodies over the introduction of John and his vision and the seven letters to the seven candlestics (churches) and their devoted seven Angels.

The Revelation by John . 1:1-20. KJV. 1611

The Revelation of Jesus Christ, 
which God gave onto him,
to show onto his servants things 
which must shortly come 
to passe; and he sent and signified it 
by his Angel onto his servant John,
 
(thats Me)
Who bare record of the word of God, 
and of the testimony 
of Jesus Christ, 
and of all things that 
He saw.
Blessed is he that read, 
and they that hear 
the words of this prophesy, and keep 
those things which are written 
therein: 
for the time is at hand.
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I am John, who
also am your brother, 
and companion 
in tribulation, 
and in the Kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ, 
was in the Isle called Patmos, for the word of God, 
and for the testimony of Jesus Christ.
I was in the spirit
 on the Lords day, and heard 
behind me a great voice, 
Saying, 
I am Alpha and Omega,! 
the first and the last! 
what thou seest, write it in a book, 
and send it unto the seven Churches which are in Asia, 
vnto Ephesus, and vnto Smyrna, and vnto Pergamos, 
and vnto Thyatira, and vnto Sardis, and Philadelphia, 
and vnto Laodicea.
then I turned to see 
the voice speaking with me. 
And as I turned, I saw seven golden Candlesticks,


in the midst of the seven candlesticks, 
one like the Son of man, clothed with garment
down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.
His head, and his hair were white like wool white as snow, 
and his eyes 
were like a flame of fire,
his feet like as fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace: and his voice as the sound of many waters.
in his right hand he had seven stars: 
and out of his mouth went a sharp 
two edged sword: and his countenance was 
as if the Sun shineth in his strength.
And when I saw him, I fell 
at his feet as dead: and he laid 
his right hand upon me, and said:
" Fear not, I am the first, and the last."
I am he that lives, and was dead:
 and behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen, 
and have the keys of hell and of death.
Write the things which you've seen, 
 the things which are, 
and the things which shall be hereafter,
The mysterie of the seven stars 
which thou saw in my right hand, 
and the seven golden Candlesticks. 
The seven Stars are the Angels of the seven Churches: 
and the seven candlesticks 
which thou saw, are the seven Churches.



Seven Angels

رَأَيْتُهُ وَرَآنِي
فَأُوْلِعَ القَلْبَانِ
كَأَنَّ سِحْرٌ عَرَاهُ
كَأَنَّ سِحْراً عَرَانِي
أَجَابَ لَحْظِي لَمَّا
بِاللَّحْظِ مِنْهُ دعَانِي
وَكَادَ يَكْبُو فُؤَادِي
مِنْ شِدَّةِ الخَفَقَانِ
وَذُقْتُ مَا لَمْ أَذُقْهُ
مِنْ لَذَّةِ النِّيرَانِ

Train to Redemption

Ray Conn