'Obsidian Pulse' is an exploration of the deep and the dark. From the shifting gravity of the chorus to the crystalline rain of the finale, this track is a slow-motion arc through a violet-hued landscape.
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The amethyst air is beginning to fold,
Turning the daylight to mercury and gold,
I’m carving a path through the carbon and bone,
Listening to secrets the granite has grown,
The gravity shifts in a slow-motion arc,
Tracing the maps written into the dark.

[Chorus]
And we’re caught in the obsidian pulse,
Where the rhythm of the tide and the spirit consult,
Drown the shadow in a velvet eclipse,
With the weight of the universe touching our lips.

Fading to black...
Never looking back.

The ink in the well is a fathomless sea,
Drowning the versions of who I should be,
I’m reading the rings in a petrified tree,
Counting the heartbeats of all that is free,
No signals to follow, no paths left to tread,
Just the silence of stones in a violet bed.

[Chorus]
And we’re caught in the obsidian pulse,
Where the rhythm of the tide and the spirit consult,
Drown the shadow in a velvet eclipse,
With the weight of the universe touching our lips.

Old as the canyon...
Deep as the vein...
Washing away... 
In a crystalline rain...

Pulse and dissolve...
Into the obsidian...

Obsidian Pulse

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'Refraction Error' is a brooding alternative rock/metal track about fractured identity, quiet anxiety, and feeling slightly out of phase with the world. Moody verses build into an emotionally charged chorus, reflecting the tension between self-perception and reality through imagery of distortion and unfinished forms. It captures the ache of existing in the blur between who you are and who you’re expected to be, imperfect, unresolved, and human.
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I’m a sketch drawn in pencil on a raining day,
Watching the edges just soften and grey,
I’m measuring the volume of the air I take,
Counting the seconds 'til the porcelain breaks,
I’m a blueprint for a house that was never quite built,
Tainted by the shadow of a phantom guilt.

[Chorus]
And I’m a refraction error, a glitch in the light,
Too small for the day and too loud for the night,
Drowning in the ink of the things I can't be,
Searching for a version that looks like me,

Just a blur...
A beautiful mistake.

I’m practiced at the art of the vanishing act,
Changing my shape just to keep us intact,
But the mirror is a juror that I can’t deceive,
Wearing a confidence I’ll never believe,
The floor feels like paper, the walls feel like breath,
I’m dancing with a doubt that is bored to death.

[Chorus]
And I’m a refraction error, a glitch in the light,
Too small for the day and too loud for the night,
Drowning in the ink of the things I can't be,
Searching for a version that looks like me.

Transparent...
And calcified...
Nowhere left...
For me to hide...

A refraction error...
Wash it all away...

Refraction Error

A winter-inspired journey of isolation and the "thaw" of memory. 'Frequency of Ice' blends lo-fi analog textures with a glimmering, lucid dream-pop aesthetic.
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The window is frosted with fractal designs,
Tracing the map of our broken-up lines,
I’m breathing out ghosts in the 2:00 AM air,
Searching for something that’s no longer there,
The radiator clicks like a heart out of time,
While the frost on the glass starts a slow, heavy climb.

[Chorus]
Waiting for the signal in the thaw,
The softest light I ever saw,
Before the winter turns to grey,
And washes all the blue away,
Keep the static...
keep the cold...
Something new from something old.

The stars are just pinpricks in a velvet sheet,
Above the silence of a snow-covered street,
I’m tuning the radio to a frequency of ice,
Paying the memory’s heavy-set price,
Everything’s muffled, everything’s deep,
The world is a secret that I’m trying to keep.

[Chorus]
Waiting for the signal in the thaw,
The softest light I ever saw,
Before the winter turns to grey,
And washes all the blue away.

Ice on the wire...
Fire in the hum...
Waiting for the morning...
But it hasn't quite come.

Frequency of Ice

Frequency Of Ice

'The Gilded Sting' layers intimate, whispered vocals over a foundation of rhythmic tension and crushing wall-of-sound choruses.
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I see you pouring sugar in a stranger’s cup,
Watching the bubbles as they’re rising up,
The air in the room is a bitter shade of red,
Tangled in the wires of the things you never said,
I’m biting on the glass just to feel the sting,
While you’re dancing in the shadow of a brand new thing.

[Chorus]
And I’m choking on the fever of the way you move,
With nothing left to gain and everything to prove,
It’s a gilded sting, a slow-motion crash,
Turning every memory into a mountain of ash,

Does she taste like me?
Does she set you free?

The mirror is a weapon that I’m learning to hold,
Watching as the story starts to turn into mold,
I’m tracing the architecture of your new regret,
A hollow kind of hunger that hasn't started yet,
No more soft reflections, just the jagged edge,
Standing on the corner of a crumbling ledge.

[Chorus]
And I’m choking on the fever of the way you move,
With nothing left to gain and everything to prove,
It’s a gilded sting, a slow-motion crash,
Turning every memory into a mountain of ash.

I’m not jealous...
I’m just hollow...
A bitter pill...
For you to swallow...

The gilded sting...
Wash it all away...

The gilded sting...
Wash it all away...

The Gilded Sting

A high-energy ride through a city of neon hearts and digital sunsets. 'The Afterglow' merges the nostalgic pulse of 80s synthwave with modern indie sensibilities, capturing the feeling of driving through a blackout frame where every road feels the same.
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Streetlights flicker in a foreign glow,
Midnight bleeding through the radio,
Static whispers names I used to know,
Every signal bends before it shows,
I taste the chrome in every breath,
Running routes I haven’t left,
The city hums like it knows my name,
Every road here feels the same.

I keep chasing after shadows in the rain,
Every echo sounds like you again.

[Chorus]
We were ghosts in the afterglow,
Burning fast where the data flows,
Neon hearts in a blackout frame,
Losing touch but we feel the same,
If the night won’t let us go,
We’ll outrun it on the overpass road,
Still alive in the overflow,
Still alive in the afterglow.

Digital sunsets stain the sky,
Broken clocks in a dead-end time,
Every memory compressed and bright,
Like a snapshot left in ultraviolet,
I hear your voice in the engine hum,
Every future feels half-done,
I don’t know where the fault line ends,
But I feel it when the silence bends.

I keep driving through the noise and flame,
Every frequency spells out your name.

[Chorus]
We were ghosts in the afterglow,
Burning fast where the data flows,
Neon hearts in a blackout frame,
Losing touch but we feel the same,
If the night won’t let us go,
We’ll outrun it on the overpass road,
Still alive in the overflow,
Still alive in the afterglow.

No signal…
No return…
Just momentum…
Let it burn…

[Chorus]
We were ghosts in the afterglow,
Burning fast where the data flows,
Neon hearts in a blackout frame,
Losing touch but we feel the same,
If the night won’t let us go,
We’ll outrun it on the overpass road,
Still alive in the overflow,
Still alive in the afterglow.

Still alive…
Still alive…

The Afterglow

A lo-fi dream pop transmission defined by muted percussion, drifting analog synths, and the warmth of vintage tape hiss. Designed for the in-between moments where memory and static become one.
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The shadows stretch across the floor,
A version of me I’m not anymore,
The streetlights hum a low-frequency,
Blurring the lines of my memory,
It’s 4:00 AM and the walls are blue,
Everything reminds me of a version of you.

[Chorus]
And it’s all just a dream in the static,
Floating through the cinematic,
Lavender haze and a slow-motion heart,
Watching the world fall quietly apart,
Yeah, it’s all just a dream...

Grainy film on a summer night,
Fading out in the morning light,
I kept the echoes under my bed,
The things we did and the things we said,
The cassette is tangled, the sound is slow,
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go.

[Chorus]
And it’s all just a dream in the static,
Floating through the cinematic,
Lavender haze and a slow-motion heart,
Watching the world fall quietly apart.

Hold on to the blur...
Don't let it clear...
It’s warmer when you’re not quite here...

In the static... In the in-between...

4AM Static

'Halo Drift' is a dark synthwave instrumental by Vector Fade, built around slow-burn tension, heavy analog pulses, and a cold, dystopian atmosphere. The track moves steadily through shadowed cityscapes and fading light, blending retro-futuristic textures with restrained cinematic energy. Designed for late-night listening, night drives, and immersive focus.

Halo Drift

'Silent Oversight' is a dark, dystopian synthwave instrumental. Built on deep analog pulses, shadowed arpeggios, and slow-burning tension, the track evokes unseen systems, constant surveillance, and the quiet weight of control in a futuristic city. Minimal, atmospheric, and immersive, it’s designed for introspective focus.

Silent Oversight

'Colossus' is a dark, cinematic synthwave instrumental inspired by dystopian megacities, towering corporate power, and the quiet weight of control. Built on heavy analog textures, hazy melodies, and slow-burning tension, this track captures the feeling of standing beneath something vast and inescapable as night falls. Cold, atmospheric, and immersive, this track is designed for deep cyberpunk vibes.

Colossus

'Above the Weather Line' is a dystopian track that explores a divided future where the elite live in isolated luxury while the rest of humanity is left below. Built on cold analog textures, restrained rhythms, and a detached vocal delivery, the song reflects power, separation, and quiet indifference rather than rebellion or spectacle. Atmospheric, minimal, and unsettling, it captures the perspective of authority removed from consequence.
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They live above the weather line,
Clean air, private skies,
Every wall reflects the sun,
While the ground learns how to fight,
They call it order, call it peace,
From rooms we’ll never see,
Up there the lights never flicker,
Down here we bleed.

[Chorus]
They rise untouched,
We fade below,
That’s how the system chose,
They rise untouched,
We fade below,
That’s how the system chose.

Private laws, private doors,
Every life reduced to score,
Clean hands, calculated lies,
Watching from a higher floor,
They don’t hear us from that height,
Just data in the night,
They say the future’s almost here,
But it’s not for us.

[Chorus]
They rise untouched,
We fade below,
That’s how the system chose,
They rise untouched,
We fade below,
That’s how the system chose.

No heaven waiting.
No way inside.
They built a world.
And drew the line.

[Chorus]
They rise untouched,
We fade below,
That’s how the system chose.

Above the Weather Line

Above The Weather Line

This track is set deep inside a cyberpunk city where shadows offer the only protection. Built on stealthy analog bass pulses, muted arpeggios, and slow-burning tension, the track captures the feeling of stalking a target through rain-soaked streets while avoiding neon light. Cold, atmospheric, and restrained, 'Hitman' focuses on patience, control, and the quiet threat that moves unseen.

Hitman

'Ghost Copy' is a bleak, emotionally stripped synthwave instrumental centered on memory loss, identity erosion, and the quiet numbness of a system that copies people faster than it understands them. Built from degraded analog textures, unstable melodies, and slow, mechanical rhythms, the track feels worn down rather than aggressive. Depressing, hollow, and introspective, this track captures the moment when something human realizes it has been partially overwritten.

Ghost Copy

'Neon Shadow' is a cinematic synthwave track built around slow-burning tension and nocturnal atmosphere. Pulsing analog bass, distant arpeggios, and cold layered pads drift through a rain-soaked cyberpunk soundscape, evoking empty streets, flickering signage, and a city that never fully sleeps. The track favors mood over melody, letting subtle movement and texture carry the emotion.
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Neon bleeding through the cracks in my eyes,
City hums like it’s feeding on lies,
Every street’s got a price on its head,
Every promise already dead,
I’ve been counting the hours in volts,
Wearing static under my coat,
Every face looks borrowed and thin,
Like nobody’s clean underneath the skin.

I feel the pressure in the wires tonight,
Every signal says I’m out of time.

[Chorus]
This city runs on broken light,
Chrome and hunger every night,
If I burn, let it be in color,
If I fall, I won’t fade undercover,
I’m still breathing in the overload,
Still standing where the sirens go,
If the future’s cold and narrow,
I’ll carve my name in the neon shadow.

Glass reflections wearing different names,
Everyone here’s playing someone else’s game,
I hear the towers whisper through the rain,
Buy your soul or drown in the drain,
I’ve got fire running under my skin,
Too much noise to keep it in,
They can map my bones and steal my face,
But they can’t slow the speed I chase.

I feel the countdown in the core tonight,
Every heartbeat wants to fight.

[Chorus]
This city runs on broken light,
Chrome and hunger every night,
If I burn, let it be in color,
If I fall, I won’t fade undercover,
I’m still breathing in the overload,
Still standing where the sirens go,
If the future’s cold and narrow,
I’ll carve my name in the neon shadow.

No saviors in the skyline,
No mercy in the code,
Every dream’s been weaponized,
Every truth sold by the load.

[Chorus]
This city runs on broken light,
Chrome and hunger every night,
If I burn, let it be in color,
If I fall, I won’t fade undercover,
I’m still breathing in the overload,
Still standing where the sirens go,
If the future’s cold and narrow,
I’ll carve my name in the neon shadow.

Neon shadow…
Neon shadow…
Neon shadow…

Neon Shadow

A dark, industrial synthwave instrumental set inside a fully automated sector of a dystopian city. Built on heavy analog drones, slow mechanical pulses, and cold evolving textures, the track reflects a system that continues operating without human presence or purpose. Emotionless, relentless, and atmospheric, 'Null State' captures the sound of machines working endlessly after humanity has been removed from the process.

Null State

'Hard Trace' is a high-energy synthwave instrumental set during a high-speed pursuit through a neon-drenched dystopian city. Synthetic, matrix-like police systems close in on a rogue hacker weaving through traffic in advanced vehicles, guided by instinct rather than code. Driven by pulsing basslines, racing arpeggios, and relentless momentum, the track captures speed, pressure, and the constant threat of interception in a future where escape is never guaranteed.

Hard Trace

'Drawn in Advance' is a darkwave track set in a near-future where power no longer feels the need to hide and consequences never arrive. Driven by slow, pulsing basslines, shadowed synth textures, and restrained vocals, the song portrays a system that operates in plain sight, where outcomes are settled long before anyone else has a say. Bleak, atmospheric, and quietly unsettling, it captures the experience of watching events unfold with the knowledge that nothing can be changed and nothing will ever be answered for.
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They don’t speak in threats anymore,
They don’t need to raise their voice,
Everything is signed and sealed,
Every ending framed as choice,
What was hidden learned to stand,
Right out in the open air,
We were taught to look away,
Until looking felt like care.

Every line is drawn in advance,
Every outcome already known.

They don’t fall,
They don’t break,
They don’t carry what they take,
Every silence keeps them clean,
Every shadow stays unseen.

Faces change, the language bends,
Truth reduced to what remains,
Words are filtered, trimmed, refined,
Until nothing feels obscene.

We were told to wait it out,
Like time was still a door.

Now the future feels rehearsed,
Like we’ve seen this scene before,
Every line is drawn in advance,
Every outcome already known.

They don’t fall,
They don’t break,
They don’t carry what they take,
Every silence keeps them clean,
Every shadow stays unseen.

Drawn in Advance

Drawn In Advance

This track explores heartbreak and quiet rejection in a dystopian future shaped by technology, status, and impossible standards. Set in a world where self-improvement is endless and still never enough, the song follows a man who changes everything about himself for someone who will never choose him. Built on darkwave textures, restrained vocals, and a melancholic atmosphere, the track reflects modern loneliness, emotional distance, and the growing gap between connection and worth.
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I rewired how I move,
How I speak,
Learned the posture of your world,
Stayed discreet,
New skin, new light,
Chrome beneath my tired face,
Still standing in the margins,
Still outside your grace.

You say I’m almost what you want,
But almost doesn’t change a thing.

[Chorus]
I could be everything you asked for,
Still not enough,
I keep shaping who I am,
Around the edges of your love,
Every upgrade, every promise,
Every step I make alone,
I’m closer to your standard,
But further from your home.

They keep you high above the street,
Where nothing ever sticks,
Where choosing feels like freedom,
And attachment feels like risk,
I keep trading pieces of myself,
To meet your gaze,
You don’t see the effort,
Just the parts that stayed the same.

You say it’s not about perfection,
But I keep chasing something undefined.

[Chorus]
I could be everything you asked for,
Still not enough,
I keep shaping who I am,
Around the edges of your love,
Every upgrade, every promise,
Every step I make alone,
I’m closer to your standard,
But further from your home.

I don’t hate you,
I just hate,
What I turned into,
Trying to stay.

I could be everything you asked for.

Everything You Asked For

This track explores mental strain inside an overworked, overstimulated future. Built on fractured rhythms, distorted analog pulses, and uneasy atmospheric layers, the song mirrors a mind pushed past its limits while the system demands it keep functioning. Tense, disorienting, and hypnotic, 'Sanity Check' captures the feeling of losing internal stability while everything external insists nothing is wrong.

Sanity Check

'Pressure Point' is an instrumental that captures the moment prolonged frustration turns into movement. Set in a dystopian future strained by rising costs and unchecked power, the song channels collective tension through pulsing basslines, steady rhythms, and evolving synth textures. Dark, focused, and propulsive, this track reflects a society pushed to its limits; not through chaos, but through resolve.

Pressure Point

'After Midnight' is a moody, nocturnal track inspired by late-night movement, quiet tension, and unresolved emotion. Blending synthwave textures with subtle 80s-influenced atmosphere, the song captures the feeling of driving through a city when the noise fades and thoughts take over. Smooth, restrained, and cinematic, 'After Midnight' lives in the space between motion and reflection.
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Streetlights blur through the glass,
Radio low, just the past,
Every mile feels the same,
Running quiet from a name,
Windows down, city breath,
Something heavy in my chest.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel,
Just know the night is real.

[Chorus]
I’m still moving,
But I’m not sure where,
After midnight,
Nothing’s clear,
Every thought,
Comes back around,
After midnight,
No way out.

Neon washes over doubt,
Faces fade before they shout,
Every promise feels delayed,
Like it’s meant for another name,
I don’t chase what I can’t hold,
Just let the night unfold.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel,
Just know the night is real.

[Chorus]
I’m still moving,
But I’m not sure where,
After midnight,
Nothing’s clear.

No answers.
No release.
Just the road.
And the heat.

After Midnight

'Black Assembly' is a hardcore darkwave instrumental depicting a future where power is sealed through ritual rather than law. Built on crushing bass, industrial percussion, and ominous atmospheric pressure, the track evokes secret gatherings performing ancient rites to preserve control and appease forces older than civilization itself. Sinister, oppressive, and unrelenting, this track offers no release, only the sound of power maintaining itself behind closed doors.

Black Assembly

An abstract synthwave/darkwave instrumental that explores memory as the last remaining proof of truth. Built on fading melodies, restrained rhythms, and worn analog textures, the track evokes fragments of recall that refuse to disappear. Melancholic, distant, and unresolved, 'Memory as Evidence' feels like a quiet record of events that were never meant to be acknowledged.

Memory As Evidence

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