Gaslight, Lovebomb, Repeat. Is an ode to being a mediocre human being. The world is not your enemy and the thing that is holding you back is your shitty attitude. If your response every single time you're asked why your romantic relationship ended is, "She was crazy!" you might be the crazy one. 

Gaslight, Lovebomb, Repeat (Single)

Welcome to the waltz of ruin. I am Lilien Reiß — a Berlin-based bilingual vocalist.
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[Lyrics] Check the date on your redemption
Prüf das Datum deiner Gnade

Something's rotting in the chapel
Something's gone bad

I found my ticket to salvation
Buried deep in mother's drawer

Best before: nineteen-fifty
Aber Himmel needs much more

Golden letters faded yellow
Like old milk left in the sun

Diese Worte schmecken bitter
When their time is done

Promises wrapped in ancient paper
Garantie längst abgelaufen

What they sold us as eternal
Hat ein Verfallsdatum

Ring the bell, call the preacher
Ruft den Mann mit leeren Händen

Tell him all his holy words
Are past their expiration date

Expired salvation, moldy grace
Abgelaufne Gnade schmeckt nach nichts

Check the label on your faith
It went bad centuries ago

"Hallelujah for the rotten"
"Halleluja für das Faule"

Heaven's gate is rusty shut
And the angels smell like death

Sunday sermons taste like cardboard
Communion wine turned to vinegar

Die heiligen Texte krümeln
When you try to turn the page

They preached about forever
But their truth has got an end

Ewigkeit mit Ablaufdatum
Is no eternity, my friend

Stained glass windows cracking yellow
Like old photographs of God

Diese Kirche riecht nach Moder
And the prayers have all gone soft

Count the years of false promises
Zähl die Jahre falscher Hoffnung

All the souls they said they'd save
Are shopping somewhere else today

Expired salvation, holy mold
Heiligkeit mit grünem Schimmel

Read the fine print on your soul
Terms and conditions have all changed

"Glory to the past-due"
"Ehre sei dem Abgelaufnen"

Paradise is out of stock
And God's not taking returns

"Attention faithful customers!
Achtung, liebe Gläubige!

Your warranty on eternal life
Has expired due to lack of use!"

We sold you dreams with expiration dates
Wir verkauften euch verfaulte Träume

Packaged hope in pretty boxes
But we never checked the dates

"The bread of life has gone stale..."
"Das Wasser des Lebens ist schal..."

"Even angels have expiry dates..."
"Auch Engel werden schlecht..."

Expired salvation, rotten through
Rettung mit Verfallsdatum

Throw away your ticket stub
The show was cancelled long ago

"No refunds for the faithful"
"Keine Rückgabe für Gläubige"

Heaven's just an empty store
With dust upon the shelves

"Best before the end of days!"
"Mindesthaltbar bis zum Ende!"

"Side effects may include doubt!"
"Nebenwirkungen: Realität!"

"Fresh... fresh... fresh..."
"Frisch... frisch... frisch..."

"Rotten... rotten... rotten..."
"Faul... faul... faul..."

So take your moldy salvation
Nehmt eure schimmlige Gnade

Check the date before you bite
Manche Wahrheiten werden schlecht

"Best consumed before faith dies"
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Expired Salvation

Welcome to the waltz of ruin. I am Lilien Reiß — a Berlin-based bilingual vocalist.
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[Anesthesia Waltz / Lyrics] Wind me up — let silence spin
Dreh mich leise, ganz bestimmt

No heartbeat, no will
Just rhythm to fill

Glass in my veins, porcelain grin
They stitched my smile from within

I move in time, not in choice
Sing with a pre-recorded voice

Don't ask if I feel — I don't
Don't hope I'll break — I won't

Memory numbed
My thoughts undone

„Ich fühl' nichts mehr... seit wann auch?"

Dance me through this velvet freeze
In programmed pirouettes of peace

No sorrow, no pain
Only soft Novocain

Ich bin schön — but not alive
This is how I survive

They wrote my fate in binary script
Emotion: null, connection: clipped

Laughter plays, but it's just sound
Kein Echo, kein Herzschlag found

Painted blush on hollow cheeks
Ich waltz durch sterile Musik

Every motion: pre-decayed
Every word: anesthetized

"Is this comfort or control?"
"Bin ich Kunst oder Leiche?"

"If no one knows I'm gone —
was I ever whole?"

Twirl me 'til the system fails
Until this scripted dream derails

Let my silence scream once more
Just before I hit the floor

Ich tanz allein —
Kein Ende, kein Beginn

This is my Anesthesia Waltz

"Still. Smile. Spin."
"Still. Smile. Spin."

"Keine Tränen. Keine Wahl."
"Ich bin… nichts."

No pain... no breath...
Just… rhythm… left.
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Anesthesia Waltz

White coat stained with yesterday's doubt
Weißer Kittel, grauer Traum

Dr. Müller walks about
Durch den sterilen Lebensraum

Stethoscope around his neck
Like a noose of good intent

Forty years of healing hands
Vierzig Jahre, tausend Fälle

Every cure he understands
Aber heilt er seine Seele?

Prescription pad, his only friend
Rezept für alles, nur nicht sich

Diagnoses without end
Doch die Krankheit bleibt in mir

Hippocratic oath turned blade
Eid des Helfers schneidet tief

Every life that he has saved
Kostet ihm den eignen Schlaf

Dr. Müller's melancholy
Hinter der professionellen Wand

Heals the world but can't feel jolly
Seine Seele bleibt erkrankt

White pills for a heart of stone
Weiße Pillen, schwarze Nacht

Saving lives but dying alone
Hat er je an sich gedacht?

Morning rounds at half past six
Morgenvisite, kaltes Licht

Broken bones and politics
Nur seine Träume heilt er nicht

Patients trust his gentle touch
Vertrauen seinem ruhigen Blick

If they only knew how much
He's forgotten his own luck

Mirror shows a stranger's face
Spiegel zeigt den fremden Mann

Years of others' pain embraced
Wer bin ich, wenn ich nicht heilen kann?

Dr. Müller's melancholy
Zwischen Hoffnung und Verzweiflung

Heals the sick but feels unholy
Seine eigene Heilung bleibt Verkaufung

Surgeon's mask hides the tears
Maske verbirgt die wahren Schmerzen

Forty years of others' fears
While his own wounds never mend

"Patient presents with chronic emptiness"
"Diagnose: Dr. Müller, 54 Jahre alt"

"Symptoms: Professional success, personal distress"
"Therapie? Unbekannt, Prognose... kalt"

Code blue in his soul tonight
Notfall in der eignen Brust

No defibrillator's light
Can revive what he has lost

Dr. Müller's melancholy
Ist sein treuster Patient

Can't prescribe away the folly
Of a life so competent

Yet he'll rise at break of dawn
Wieder aufsteh'n, wieder geh'n

Though his own hope is withdrawn
Others' pain he'll comprehend

Heartbeat slow, pulse irregular
Herzschlag schwach, doch steady still

Life goes on, though hearts don't purr
Leben geht weiter, gegen seinen Will

White coat hung upon the door
Kittel hängt am leeren Haken

Dr. Müller walks no more
Tonight he's just... ein Mensch, der kann nicht wachen

In his dreams, he heals himself
In Träumen ist er ganz

But morning puts him back upon the shelf
Der ewige Ärzte-Tanz

"Wer heilt den Heiler?"

Dr. Müller's Melancholy

Ticky & PINX have combined for a breathtaking euphoric banger, beautiful in every way, this one is ready for summer.

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Ticky & PINX - Cynical

[chorus]
No, this isn’t what I wanted,
Isn’t what I wanted no no,
A sky of falling stars,
No heros in the wars,
This isn’t what I wanted at all

[verse]
You know what I mean?
No more hero’s any more?
Buffy was just fiction,
Wheadon is the vampire.


JK isn’t funny,
Would kill every tranny,
She wasn’t even Harry,
She is Voldemort 

And don’t even talk of Gaiman,
He sure is no Sandman,
No child or baby sitter,
Should sleep if he’s around.

[chorus]
No, this isn’t what I wanted,
Isn’t what I wanted no no,
A sky of falling stars,
No heros in the wars,
This isn’t what I wanted at all

[bridge]
Yes, I know my fact from fiction,
My reality from diction
It is just I wanted something, more,
Than a squalid little life,
Be just a husband or a wife,
Be inspired, nothing more!

[verse]
So, No gurus, gods or preachers,
They just turn into… creatures,
My mirror shows my features,
Not a magic door,

And my wardrobe has no lions,
My rings have no magic,
But my thoughts are still my own.
I will make the real world better,
Just be a merry jester,
No more Narnia business,
No more Dumbledore.

No more Narnia business,
No more Dumbledore.

This Isn't What I Wanted

MC Ringer

それがモチベーションですか？

The track starts with a twangy chicken-pickin’ electric guitar riff that’s way too upbeat for the lyrics. Think honky-tonk meets gallows humor. Drums are toe-tappin’, snare-heavy, with brushes during the verses and stompin’ kick during the chorus. Banjo plucks in sarcastic syncopation. Bassline rolls with confidence it didn’t earn.

Vocals come in laid-back but cocky, like the singer just lost a job and immediately bought a lottery ticket for the irony. Harmonica and steel guitar fill the empty spaces with just enough sadness to keep it country, but not enough to ruin the joke. The bridge features a faux-emotional key change that falls apart halfway through on purpose.

Vibe: Yeehaw but make it existential
Tone: Cynical, darkly funny, drunk-on-reality

Life’s Gonna Fuck Me First

Ever wondered if soulmates are really all they're cracked up to be? My new track, "Dear Cupid," dives into that question with a 60s folk twist. It's a full-circle AI collaboration: Gemini helped me pen the satirical lyrics, and Suno brought the authentic sound to life based on my directions. I'm really curious to hear if you feel I captured the era, the genre, and that playful, satirical spirit. What do you think?

Dear Cupid

This song tells a man's story through layers of cynicism: He's bitter about the rigged system that denied him formal education, but proud (in a sarcastic way) of his gritty, self-taught wisdom. The double meanings start innocent (like "trial" as attempt vs. court) and "correct" into darker, edgier twists (failure, violence, survival), spiraling into more puns to highlight his chaotic, unpolished learning process.

YAIL

August 9th is Singapore's National Day and in 2025 the nation celebrates 60 years of independence. I wrote and recorded this song to expresses my own views of this special event. Tongue in cheek with melancholic reflection. Generated with Suno from my original demo. Enjoy! 

Little Red Dot (Remix)

I used SUNO to 'cover' my 10 year old original demo inspired by Sonny Liew's The Art of Charlie Chan Hock Chye. Better late than never! 

Oh Charlie!

[pre verse]
Private jet
around the world
I live
the life of a showgirl
an everyone knows girl
[verse]
I spew pop 
while bombs drop
a fluff niche I'm carving
while children are starving
But I can't risk 
sharing my opinion
stadium arenas 
are my dominion
my name is a household word
so don't expect me 
to be political
Show biz suicide
is not my principal
[chorus]
the life of a showgirl
an everyone knows girl
it's my public show world
the life of a showgirl
a ready set GO girl
to make you forget
till I finish my set
[bridge]
my wireless mic
the cheers and applause
drowns out the protests
about famine and wars

Private jet
around the world
I live
the life of a showgirl
an everyone knows girl
it's my public show world
the life of a showgirl
a ready set GO girl
to make you forget
till I finish my set
go buy my merch
don' t you forget! 

the life of a showgirl (show girl show girl show girl)
an everyone knows girl (everyone knows girl!)
it's my public show world (show the whole world!)
the life of a showgirl (ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhh AHHH)
a ready set GO girl (OHHHH OHHHH  WHOA WHOA)
to make you forget (forget about your worries and your strife)
till I finish my set (more more more, give us an ENCORE!)



OwnIt!

The Life of a Show Girl

Check out the video: https://youtu.be/5aEx2qTj5TI?si=SzlrNJWzmU6kQIGJ

The Price is Right

I wrote this after seeing a hipster wearing a ridiculous hat.

That's Not A Halo

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Corey Thomas and The Overbites is an alternative rock band fronted by Mi'gmaq artist Corey Thomas (vocals, guitar). Known for his jazz roots with Backwater Township and session work, Corey now explores powerful storytelling through raw emotion. Joined by Vitta Morales (drums, vocals), Ethan Shahin (bass), and Emily Reuangrith (keys, vocals), the band’s sound blends diverse influences. Their debut album Cost of Living (2025) explores identity, struggle, and the human experience. The Overbites are gaining recognition for their evocative lyrics and dynamic live performances.

Composer and writer Ian Mathias-Baker created the Dissident Sound Lab to explore themes in current affairs and politics using the vehicle of commercial electronic dance music. 

The Lab's output blends dance beats, funky basslines, punky guitars and retro synths with texts that challenge the status quo.

Welcome to the waltz of ruin. I am Lilien Reiß — a Berlin-based bilingual vocalist.
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I'm a songwriter, singer, piccolo bassist, bassist, drummer, mediocre keyboardist, crappy guitarist, and recording engineer all in one convenient person.  I put the "mental" in "multi-instrumentalist".

I record my songs all by myself because nobody else can stand working with me. 

I like rock, pop, jazz, lounge, alternative and a few other things that defy classification.

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

When We Die? has over 100,000 streams on Spotify. Thanks to all of you who saved it; that means it meant something. I'm still writing more and learning as I go. Isn't that what life is? Music is Life.

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