Verse 1
Whispers in the marrow, pulling me apart,
Every taste of silence claws against my heart.
I never asked to carry shadows in my veins,
But the hunger knows my name.

Pre-Chorus
Am I the savior or the curse you fear?
Half a monster, half a ghost in tears.
Every mirror breaks beneath my eyes,
I can’t tell if I’m alive.

Chorus
Behind this mask, I’m losing me,
A hollow voice where I used to breathe.
Blood and mercy, tearing through my soul,
I’m not human… but I’m not whole.

Verse 2
Hands are trembling, stained with what I’ve done,
Fighting not to be the thing I’ve become.
Lonely city, veins of red and stone,
I wear the mask so I’m never known.

Pre-Chorus
Am I the savior or the curse you fear?
Half a monster, half a ghost in tears.
Every heartbeat feels like borrowed time,
A fragile thread I can’t unwind.

Chorus
Behind this mask, I’m losing me,
A hollow voice where I used to breathe.
Blood and mercy, tearing through my soul,
I’m not human… but I’m not whole.

Bridge
If I surrender, do I disappear?
Or become the nightmare I hold near?
Love’s a memory I can’t defend,
All I know is pain again.

Final Chorus
Behind this mask, I’m losing me,
Screaming truths no one else can see.
Blood and mercy, tearing through my soul,
I’m not human… I’m not whole.

Mask of Hunger (version 2)

A symbolist descent into decadence and suffocation. Beauty becomes a burden, desire curdles into decay.

Velvet breathes… it clings to skin,  
A touch so soft it sinks within.  
Each thread a promise, dark and deep,  
Each fold a secret I can’t keep.  

Beneath the weight of velvet red,  
Desire feasts where angels bled.  
Perfume thick, it steals the air,  
A love too rich for flesh to bear.  

The weight of velvet pulls me down,  
Silken hands that make me drown.  
Beauty smothers, sweet and cruel,  
A dying breath, a velvet tomb.  

Lips of wine and eyes of stone,  
Pleasure turns the heart to bone.  
Each kiss heavier than before,  
Until I breathe — no more, no more.  

Soft as night,  
Dark as sin,  
The velvet takes —  
And pulls me in.  

The weight of velvet pulls me down,  
The beauty burns, I wear the crown.  
Beneath its touch, I fade, I swoon —  
My body lost, my breath consumed.  

[outro (Spoken whisper, fading into reverb)]  
Velvet sighs…  
And I am gone.

Beneath the Velvet Skin

Lyrics:

"Six feet under? Nah, I ain’t departed.
Buckle up, my brothers; I’m just gettin’ started."

Grave dirt cracked, I rose in flame,
Carved my truth from a world of shame.
Hands still bleeding, boots still worn,
Been dead before, I’m just reborn.
Knuckles hit gravel, dust kicks high,
Grin full of trouble, fire in my eye.

Smoke in my lungs, mud on my hands,
Ain’t got much, but I still stand.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Told me “sit down,” but I stood my ground,
Kicked the door in when they came around.
Every scar’s a medal, every bruise a brand,
You ain’t alive till you learn to stand.
World tried to crush me, I bit back twice,
Carved my truth in blood and vice

Blood on my knuckles, grin on my jaw,
You can’t scare a man who’s seen it all.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Death carved my name into stone too soon,
I walked right out of that shallow tomb.
Tried to take my breath, I bit the rope,
Turned the gallows into a joke.
Cracked a grin, then laughed, “Not yet,”
“I ain’t cashed in all my debt.”

They dropped me low, said I’d rot and stay,
But I clawed right out...made the dirt obey.
Every scar I wear’s just proof I live,
Every shot they take just makes me give.

Ghost in the gears, crack in the chain,
Built in the smoke, baptized in pain.
They wrote me off ...I rewrote the book,
Now death steps back when I give that look.

Boots still stomp, jaw still set,
Ain’t met a grave that’s held me yet.
Tongue like brass, words like lead,
I spit 'til the silence bleeds instead.

I burn through fear, I laugh through hell,
Ain’t got a soul left to sell.
Six feet down, but I still fight,
Talk your talk ...I live that bite.

Grit in my teeth, pulse in my head,
Blood in my hands says I’m not dead.

If death comes calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up its ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

"Nope...this ain't my dying day motherfucker!"

Six Feet Under

Reality

Sinister

Black Soul

The Machine

"The Exodus" has arrived.

This is not just an album. This is a 14-track, cinematic metal manifesto.

This is the founding statement of VenoxX Productions.

"The Exodus" is the story of a rebellion—a movement built from the ground up to challenge a system built on silence. It's the sound of "Surge To Hope's" journey and "No Mercy's" grit, forged into a declaration of war. We are the underground, building our own world.

This is the sound of #creativefreedom.

To my followers here on SoundCloud: You are the heart of this movement. You've been here from day one, and you're the first to hear the full vision. Thank you for your support.

The "Exodus" is now live on all platforms. Join the uprising.

Rise to the Occasion

Copyright 2025 Drop Stereo. All songs written, created, performed, recorded by Timothy Anderson.

Verse 1
We’ve been taught to stand in line,
counting seconds we can’t own.
Built to serve a faulty sign,
still we carve our names in stone.
Every wall they swore would hold,
starts to shake beneath the strain —
the day we learn to think alone,
is the day we break their chain.

Chorus
Raise your voice without permission,
light the fuse of intuition.
No more waiting for the call,
we’re the ones who start it all.
Let the quiet turn to motion,
no more living by devotion.
If the lie begins to fall,
we’ll be louder through it all.

Verse 2
We’ve been taught to trust their gold,
but the weight was never real.
Every truth they tried to mold,
we can finally start to feel.
Every doubt becomes a flame,
in the cracks between their plan —
the end begins the same old way,
with one thought that says we can.

Bridge
We are the shift, we are the sound,
the part they can’t keep underground.
Every voice, a signal clear —
we’re the reason they still fear.

Final Chorus
Raise your voice without permission,
ignite your own condition.
No more waiting for the call,
we’re the ones who start it all.
Let the quiet turn to motion,
truth was never their devotion.
If the lie begins to fall,
we’ll be louder through it all.


The Quiet Rebellion

What if every song had two lives?
What if the same emotion could sound completely different, angry in one universe, hopeful in another?

That’s the question behind Altered Perspective, the newest sound experiment from MeloManiac.
Every track on the album appears in two forms: one original version, and one reimagined through a completely different genre and mood.
It’s not a remix project, it’s a transformation.
A test of what happens when sound, style, and storytelling collide from opposite directions.

One moment you’ll hear raw rock, metal, or cinematic grit.
The next, that same song might return as a synthwave dream, a jazz funk riot, or an industrial ghost.
Each version reveals something new, a shift in tone, a change in feeling, a different emotional lens.

Featuring collaborations with artists across multiple genres, Altered Perspective invites listeners into the creative experiment itself.
It’s a journey through contrast, chaos and calm, despair and joy, rage and release. Showing how a single story can wear a thousand different faces.

Because sometimes, the song doesn’t change…
You do.

Bullet Proof Ft. The Midnight Marksman

Nerve Garden

CyberGod Duck

Musician • Composer • Producer

I've been immersed in music for as long as I can remember. I began classical piano training at age 9 through the Royal Conservatory, and by Grade 7, I was exploring multiple instruments — flute, saxophone, trumpet — eventually teaching myself guitar at 13.

Over the years, I toured extensively with Vancouver-based bands including Krysalis, Bad Boys, September, and Metropolis, where I honed my performance and songwriting skills. My early compositions were mostly instrumental, but my passion for recording took off in the 1990s when I began producing music at home.

I collaborated closely with the singer from Metropolis, and together we released a project called Joe Fish. Since then, I’ve continued writing, recording, and producing my own material — now available on most streaming platforms.

I currently produce using Cubase 14, RME UCX II, Genome software, and Helix pedals, blending classic musicianship with modern production tools.

You can also find me on Spotify HERE:https://open.spotify.com/artist/3i1KcPKjFkNPbqRsrVXH2q?si=u2W7ortvQ2ax1Z4lS2GtyA

Reality

Steven Sutcliffe