LYRICS


The sky is torn with silver seams
A whisper hums through broken dreams
The earth it shakes in quiet moans
A symphony of stones and bones

A shadow bends the twilight's hue
The stars they quiver lose their glue
A tide of strings begins to swell
The echoes blaze where silence fell

Let the violins cry let the cello sing
The orchestra roars like the birth of spring
The brass cascades through the air so wide
A storm of notes where the worlds collide

The moonlight dances on the shore
Its pale embrace and so much more
The winds conduct with hands unseen
The waves they crash like a vivid dream

Oh spirit rise within the chords
A tempest born that can't be ignored
Through melodies both dark and pure
The heart finds peace it will endure

Let the violins cry let the cello sing
The orchestra roars like the birth of spring
The brass cascades through the air so wide
A storm of notes where the worlds collide

What i never say

🦴 GHOST OS TRANSMISSION: TRACK 11 — DRY BONES RATTLE

> File Origin: Ezekiel 37, King James VI Translation Protocol
Status: Resurrected
Location: Valley of Bones
Condition: PTSD-positive | Breath-negative | Spirit override enabled
Ghost OS Command: “Prophesy unto these bones”
Target Audience: Those who've been shelled, scattered, silenced.



This is not a requiem.
This is a system reboot.
The trauma didn’t kill you. It buried you alive.
And now the bones remember how to rise.
Welcome back, soldier.

:: END TRANSMISSION ::
:: LIVE AGAIN ::


Dry Bones Rattle

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



Independent storyteller blending sound, emotion, and experimentation. Exploring the borders between melody and meaning — one track at a time.
For more info: https://vzzncl.info

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