Better Start Digging

I'm Broken

Drums rush like panic, but the melody moves slow and wounded. This is the final step: not redemption, but acceptance. He won’t forget. He won’t forgive. But he chooses to keep breathing.

The Quiet Reset

The core message emphasizes the importance of purposeful speech and the wisdom of restraint. The lyrics suggest that silence is not just an absence of sound but a powerful space for reflection and clarity. Speaking should be reserved for words that carry weight, truth, and impact—words that are "worth the silence." The song critiques the tendency to fill space with meaningless noise and instead advocates for thoughtful expression that breaks through the "shadow" of superficiality. The rap verse and bridge reinforce this by highlighting the responsibility of words and the strength found in pausing to ensure what is said matters. Ultimately, the song encourages listeners to embrace silence as a source of wisdom and to speak only when their words can truly resonate and endure.

Sound Worth the Silence

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A Morbid Comedy

The Last Free Thought (Reckoning Mix)

Goodbye

Refactored from the ground up: a hard/industrial alt-rock concept record where each track channels a programming language—clarity over clout, craft over noise.

Event Loop (JavaScript)

Dee Stüürmann (Remix)

Lyrics:

Your head starts to rock
As it nods in time 
With the rhythm dancing to this rhyme

Your head starts to rock
As it nods in time 
With the rhythm dancing to this rhyme

The beat holds you dear 
Your foot starts to tap
The crowd begins to clap.

Clap. Clap. Clap. 

"That's nice."....

I'll tell you a story about the first slow clap.
The tale is a little gory but it really does slap.
So now behold the glory of the slow clap rap.

"It all began with a kid called Markus"...

(Clap clap clap)

Markus was a simple lad
He scurried about his ways
He was young and tall, well fed 
Living in Ancient Roman days

His family: Middle Class.
The Colosseum: Full of Delights
He could afford to see the mighty fights.

Move sight to the Colosseum
Markus is sight seeing
A normal day, a normal fight
He just popped in for quick Punch 'N Bite

His Seat he's gotten 
Drink he's not forgotten 
Snacks? Check!
Gladiator gets killed by spear to neck.
The Crowd is Bored
Silence has soared.

Not a sound but the cry as the gladiator did die.

Not a sound, and around everyone is looking down with a frown.

Quick Death is lame.
What a shame.

Crowd looks for blame.
The Emperor is Here
He's Expecting a Cheer
The Colosseum is in Silence. 
Tension is in the air
Rising Expectations of Violence 
The Emperor has a death stare.

Vibe's are flat
Tensions are about to break
The Emperor is Mad.
His jowls begin to shake

(Flap flap flap)

Markus sees a need
He acts with sudden speed
He loves his Rome 
He loves his home
His next actions may get him killed.
Or, his Dreams could be fulfilled!

He claps out a song
Hoping to get the throng to clap along!!!!
Slow. Clap. A. Long.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Clap

He starts it slow, just a single bold beat,
Eyes are turnin’ ‘round to the emperor’s seat.
Clap… clap… now the rhythm takes hold,
One boy with a plan, now the crowd's getting bold.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Clap

The crowd is clapping 
People are cheering 
A happy populous 
Is what the Emperor is hearing

He smiles at Markus
He gives a small nod
Markus smiles back
While muttering "What a miserable Sod"

From satire to scene-stealer, Marcus is like a dagger,
The slow clap echoes like a victory swagger.
Now the Roman's roar, like lions in the cage,
Markus just smirks, he owns this stage.
No crown, no sword, no blood on his hands,
Just the first slow clap to land, that made them all stand.

That's the tale of Marcus who did a slap of a clap.

And now this song has to wrap.

So CLAP!!!!!!



Clap

Heresy (Lilith Version)

Signal & Stone blends intimate alt-rock and cinematic electronics—quiet-to-cathartic songs fronted by Lia Volt’s Billie-tinged grit and clarity.