He gave her everything—his dreams, his heart, his soul—until there was nothing left of himself to give.Her laughter, once his salvation, now felt like shards of glass tearing through his chest.
“I never meant to stay,” she whispered, her cold eyes glancing over the shattered pieces of his being.The warmth in her smile was a mask, her love a performance, her promises as fleeting as smoke.Alone in the ruins of their fabricated forever, he whispered her name like a prayer, unanswered.
But now he had changed, become the monster she created, and his feelings were gone forever.

TITLE :  BABY,DON’T YOU LOVE IT WHEN YOU WATCH ME BREAK INSIDE ?
ARTWORK : @farzad_fhn
MASTERING : https://gate.sc/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fgate.sc%2F%3Furl%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.instagram.com%252Fim_dispa%253Figsh%253DMT%25E2%2580%25A6aTVwdnIzdHJqZA%253D%253D%26token%3D95e9d0-1-1734210884463&token=85277b-1-1734876734917
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BABY,DON’T YOU LOVE IT WHEN YOU WATCH ME BREAK INSIDE ?

He sat alone in the dark, haunted by the ghost of a love that refused to die. She was gone, yet her presence lingered in every corner of his mind. He had tried everything to forget her—burning memories, erasing messages, numbing himself to the world—but nothing worked.

She had once saved him, pulling him from the suffocating darkness that had been his only companion. In her, he found a home he had never known, a sanctuary where he could lay bare his soul. He had revealed to her the broken, wounded child he kept hidden from the world, trusting her with parts of himself he’d never shared with anyone else. Her eyes had been his salvation—soft, warm, and healing—like a potion that made him feel alive, if only for a fleeting moment.

“I told you I had no space for new wounds,” he whispered into the emptiness. “You were supposed to heal me, not break me.” But she had. She had taken the love he gave, the raw, vulnerable truth of himself, and shattered it.

“Maybe I wasn’t enough for you,” he muttered bitterly. “Or maybe you never really loved me at all.” I don't know anymore . 

The distance between them had been a cruel torment, but he endured it because he loved her. He fought through every moment of doubt and despair, giving everything to make it work. But still, she left. She abandoned him, casting him back into the same abyss he’d once escaped, the one where love was just another lie. She dropped him as easily as his father had abandoned him, leaving him to face the darkness alone.

Her love had once been his light, but now it was his curse, a blade that tore him apart piece by piece. To survive, he had to kill the man she once knew, burying the warmth and softness she had awakened in him. What remained was unrecognizable—cold, hollow, and forever tethered to the ruins of her memory.

And yet, her voice still lingered in his heart, an echo he could never silence. Despite the pain, his love for her only grew stronger, deeper, and more unrelenting with each passing day. The sound of her laugh was still like a song in his head, and everywhere he looked, he saw her eyes staring back at him. Even his darkest self, the side he kept locked away, had surrendered to her love, bowing its head before her.

If he could, he would tell her one last time:
“I will always love you. I’m sorry for everything. Truly, I’m sorry. I’ll carry your love inside my heart, always. Maybe one day, I’ll find the strength to stroke your soul, kiss your forehead, and hold you in my arms forever.

I miss you, my little girl, and I’m always looking out for you.”

But the silence swallowed his words, leaving only the shadow of a love that refused to die.

EVEN IF I KILL EVERY FEELING INSIDE ME I’LL STILL LOVE YOU AND IT WILL ALWAYS TEAR ME APART

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTERING BY www.instagram.com/im_dispa?igsh=MT…aTVwdnIzdHJqZA==
STORY WRITTEN BY ME 
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BANDCAMP FOR THE SUPPORT :
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/even-if-i-kill-every-feeling-inside-me-i-ll-still-love-you-and-it-will-always-tear-me-apart

EVEN IF I KILL EVERY FEELING INSIDE ME I’LL STILL LOVE YOU AND IT WILL ALWAYS TEAR ME APART

THERAPY NO LONGER SEEMS TO WORK BECAUSE ALL THE DARKNESS HAS RETURNED

He lay on his bed, staring at the white ceiling, which felt like a mirror reflecting his emptiness.
The pain hit him like crashing waves, memories he thought were buried rising from the depths.
Voices grew louder in his mind—arguments, tears, failures he could never outrun.
The pills on his bedside table seemed more like a cruel joke than a solution.
When he closed his eyes, the faces of those who had left him loomed like shadows, haunting him.
The outside world was cold and unfeeling, but inside, it was a battlefield he couldn’t escape.
And he was alone, drowning in the darkness, with no light to guide him to a different tomorrow.🕯️🩻

ARTWORK : @farzad_fhn
MASTERING : gate.sc/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fgate.sc%2F%3Furl%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.instagram.com%252Fim_dispa%253Figsh%253DMT%25E2%2580%25A6aTVwdnIzdHJqZA%253D%253D%26token%3D95e9d0-1-1734210884463&token=85277b-1-1734876734917
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THERAPY NO LONGER SEEMS TO WORK BECAUSE ALL THE DARKNESS HAS RETURNED

KICK THERAPY CLINIC | KTCS031

Label: KICK THERAPY CLINIC
Artist: FARZÆD
Title: AnnihilateTheWeakShadowOfWhoYouOnceWereAndLetTheRuthlessWarriorRiseFromTheVoid
Catalog: KTCS031
Format: Digital
Mastering: KAHAN @kahan_music
Artwork: KAHAN @kahan_music

FARZÆD SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/farzad_fhn
FARZÆD Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/farzaed__
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AnnihilateTheWeakShadowOfWhoYouOnceWereAndLetTheRuthlessWarriorRiseFromTheVoid

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FARZÆD - AnnihilateTheWeakShadowOfWhoYouOnceWereAndLetTheRuthlessWarriorRiseFromTheVoid [KTCS031]

MOM THERE WAS NEVER A MONSTER UNDER MY BED , I WAS THE MONSTER ALL ALONG

“Mom, there was never a monster under my bed.”

I see her flinch, just for a second.

“I was the monster all along.”

Her lips tremble, but she forces a smile, reaching out to cup my face. Her hands are warm, familiar—too kind for what I’ve become.

“You were never a monster, my love. Just a boy lost in the dark.”

But she doesn’t understand.

The dark isn’t where I was lost.

It’s where I was born

Artists : @farzad_fhn @rimatechno
Master : @im_dispa 
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT;
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/mom-there-was-never-a-monster-under-my-bed-i-was-the-monster-all-along

FARZÆD X RIMA - MOM THERE WAS NEVER A MONSTER UNDER MY BED , I WAS THE MONSTER ALL ALONG

YOU WERE NEVER A MONSTER SON, JUST A BOY LOST IN THE DARKNESS!

“Mom, there was never a monster under my bed.”

I see her flinch, just for a second.

“I was the monster all along.”

Her lips tremble, but she forces a smile, reaching out to cup my face. Her hands are warm, familiar—too kind for what I’ve become.

“You were never a monster, my love. Just a boy lost in the dark.”

But she doesn’t understand.

The dark isn’t where I was lost.

It’s where I was born

Artists : @rimatechno @farzad_fhn 
Master : @im_dispa
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

RIMA X FARZÆD- YOU WERE NEVER A MONSTER SON JUST A BOY LOST IN THE DARKNESS!

This Kid Grew Up, But Not the Way He Was Supposed To

He used to dream of being someone good. Someone kind. Someone better than the broken home that raised him. But dreams don’t survive in places like that. Not when your mother locks herself in the bathroom with a needle, and your father looks at you like you’re the reason he’s miserable.

At school, the other kids smelled the weakness on him like blood in the water. They tripped him in hallways, laughed when he flinched, made sure he knew he was nothing. Teachers turned the other way. No one ever asked if he was okay. No one ever cared.

As he grew, the world didn’t change. Every job he worked, someone took advantage. Every friend he trusted, someone betrayed. Life never gave him a hand—it only pushed him down and dared him to get back up. Until one day, he didn’t. He stopped feeling. Stopped caring. Stopped believing in anything but survival.

Now, he looks at people and sees only obstacles. He doesn’t love. He doesn’t grieve. Pain doesn’t touch him anymore, because there’s nothing left inside to hurt.

They broke him so completely that all that remains is a shell. And somehow, that feels like freedom.

Artists : @farzad_fhn 
Master : @im_dispa
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/this-kid-grew-up-but-not-the-way-he-was-suppossed-to

THIS KID GREW UP BUT NOT THE WAY HE WAS SUPPOSSED TO

He sat in the dimly lit room, tracing old scars with trembling fingers, each one a memory carved into his skin.The world outside moved on, but he remained frozen in a cycle of suffering, addicted to the only feeling that still reached him.Pain was his last companion, whispering in his ear when silence became unbearable.He tried to drown it in liquor, in pills, in smoke—but nothing filled the void like the sting of reality.
Numbness was worse than agony; at least agony proved he still existed.
He stopped fearing the hurt long ago—now, he welcomed it like an old friend.Every wound was a story, every bruise a truth, more honest than the empty smiles around him.He laughed bitterly, wondering if he had ever truly lived, or just learned to suffer beautifully.
The mirror reflected a stranger, hollow eyes staring back, waiting for something—anything—to make him feel again.
But nothing ever did.

I CRAVE THIS PAIN , IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT REMINDS ME I'M ALIVE

Artists : @farzad_fhn
Master : @im_dispa
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/i-crave-this-pain-its-the-only-thing-that-reminds-me-im-alive

I CRAVE THIS PAIN , IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT REMINDS ME I'M ALIVE

In this track, two titans of industrial sound, Optimuss (Russia) and FARZÆD (Persian), join forces to create a powerful sonic catastrophe. This is the soundtrack to a mechanical hell, where the sound of iron hammers echoes in the walls of dungeons, the grinding of metal tears apart the silence, and the screams of furies fill the air with primal horror.

Heavy rhythms, booming blows and a hypnotic atmosphere immerse you in a boundless abyss, where there is no light, only the eternal hum of giant mechanisms. This track is a guide to industrial darkness, where chaos becomes art.

ARTISTS :
FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

OPTIMUSS
SC : @optimuss_official
ING : www.instagram.com/optimuss.official 

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR THE SUPPORT :
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/farz-d-x-optimuss-mordor

OPTIMUSS X FARZÆD - MORDOR

I thought I wanted revenge—to break them as they broke me. But then I realized… I didn’t have to.

They didn’t just hurt me. They created me. Twisted, sharpened, something far worse than they ever imagined.

Now, I walk among them, unseen, smiling. They feel me in the shadows, in the silence, in the nightmares that jolt them awake.

I could end them. But why rush? Fear is a much sweeter punishment.

I don’t need revenge.
I am what they made me.
And that should terrify them.

Artists : @farzad_fhn
Master : @im_dispa
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/i-became-something-far-worse-and-theyll-learn-to-fear-what-theyve-created

I BECAME SOMETHING FAR WORSE AND THEY'LL LEARN TO FEAR WHAT THEY'VE CREATED

Ͻяøґ — The Frozen Curse

In the age before flame, when gods still bled, Ͻяøґ was a whisper carried on black winds.
He was born from the last breath of a dying star, his heart forged in eternal frost.
Not born, but exhaled—a curse uttered by a forgotten god in his final scream.
Where he walks, sound shatters and time slows, frozen in the grasp of dread.
He does not speak, only steals words, swallowing souls through silence.
Kings who dared name him found their tongues turned to ice within their skulls.
His name, etched on crypt walls in bloodless script, is a lock that should never be broken.
The slashed Ø in his name is not a letter—it’s a gate, sealed by suffering.
The ґ at the end is the curve of a sickle, the last thing seen by those he claims.
And still, deep beneath the world, he waits—his name growing colder with every prayer forgotten.

ARTISTS :
FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

RIMA :
SC : @rimatechno
ING : www.instagram.com/rima_techno

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa 

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/-

FARZÆD X RIMA - Ͻяøґ

¥VҢИÛ

“Bearer of Hollow Light”
Eerie and silent, a name that feels like it should never be said aloud.


In the forgotten valley where stars refuse to shine, whispers speak of ¥VҢИÛ, the Bearer of Hollow Light.
Born from the last breath of a dying sun, it crawled from the ash of time, unseen by gods or men.
It carries a lantern carved from bone, glowing not with fire—but with the absence of it.
Where its light falls, memories rot, and shadows peel from walls like dead skin.
Priests once tried to name it aloud; their tongues turned black and fell from their mouths.
It walks only where sorrow lingers, feeding on grief like wine aged in silence.
No mirror reflects it, no grave holds it—because it was never alive.
Children born under eclipses dream of its face but wake up blind.
Its coming is not marked by signs, but by the absence of all sound.
And when ¥VҢИÛ stands at your door, it won’t knock—it’ll just wait, until you open it.

ARTIST :
FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/v

¥VҢИÛ

It didn’t happen all at once. Fear came quietly, like a shadow stretching just beyond my vision. It whispered lullabies of doubt, fed me comfort laced with decay. I welcomed it — a familiar ache — until it wrapped around my soul like barbed wire.

Piece by piece, I was unmade. My voice was the first to go — swallowed by silence thick as blood. Then my will. Then the light behind my eyes. Now I drift in a place where time rots, where even my screams echo back in a language I don’t understand.

No one comes here.
Not even death.
Only me — and the thing I’ve become.

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/fear-drowned-me-in-myself-now-i-am-void-powerless-and-exiled-from-every-light

FEAR DROWNED ME IN MYSELF ,NOW I AM VOID, POWERLESS , AND EXILED FROM EVERY LIGHT

He was once a man of light, laughter echoing through halls now crumbled by betrayal.
When the world turned its back, he vanished into the silence, swallowed by his own shadow.
Years passed — forgotten by the world, remembered only by scars and ghosts.
But the pain never faded; it whispered names, replayed faces, burned memories into his soul.
Now, the ones he loved are shackled, suffering under the same cruelty that once broke him.
He knows returning means war — not just with his enemies, but with the monster he became.
Still, he walks the path of fire, shedding the illusion of peace for the truth of fury.
This vengeance is not for ego — it is justice carved from loss, forged in love.
He will rise not as who he was, but as what the world made him: reckoning.
And when the ashes settle, he’ll stare into the mirror, eyes hollow and alive, and whisper:
“Hello, me… it’s really FARZÆD .”
Then he laughs — not with joy, but with the sound of a soul reborn in fire. ;)

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/emerge-from-the-shadows-bare-your-true-form-and-let-vengeance-consume-all

Emerge From The Shadows , Bare Your True Form And Let Vengeance Consume All

GHOSTMANE 

I broke the law in Madrid, and I'd do it again
I got a bitch in every city that I ever been
I thought the money would do something for the sadness in
Me but I'm deeper in the abyss than I've ever been
I've got two million other tracks, that all sound like this
So this flow is for the kids, that all miss that shit
But really I could give a fuck when anybody miss
I'm too chaotic, and the music is gon' reflect that shit
You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it, oh
I always promised I would never rap about a narcotic
I'll keep my promise, but know that I'm still being honest
The help I need ain't coming
Now I'm pushing a button, to self-destruct me
And no, I don't wanna talk about it
I'll never take you up on your offer of trying to help me out of it
It's just a matter of time
Until I rest my eyes, go to sleep, and never come out of it
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry
You can't get too close to me
You can't get too close to me
You can't get too close to me
I'll never be the "me" in your dream
I'm not sorry
This is the end for me
This is the end for me
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run
I'm not sorry
You can't get too close to me
I'll never be the "me" in your dream
I'm not sorry
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run
I'm not sorry
You can't get too close to me (yeah)
You can't get too close to me

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/to-whom-it-may-concern-farz-d-edit

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (FARZÆD EDIT)

Betrayed by light, he fell into the maw of darkness, where time dissolved and madness whispered sweet lullabies.
He clawed at shadows, destroyed what remained of his soul, and begged for death — but death denied him.
In the silence of the abyss, he tore himself apart, bone from flesh, thought from memory, until only rage remained.
He was reborn, not as a man, but as something hollow — a vessel carved by vengeance and stitched with sorrow.
He walks now between heaven and hell, a blasphemy to both, a curse wrapped in human skin.
No salvation waits, no mercy follows; the gods turned their eyes, and the devils feared his name.
Each step he takes bleeds sacrifice — friends, love, innocence — peeled away like the skin of a serpent.
His heart beats with ash, his veins carry fire, and his face is a mask forged from grief.
Fear once ruled him, but now he feeds on it, wearing it like armor as he hunts those who damned him.
This is no redemption — only the beautiful ruin of a man who chose to burn the world that broke him.

Vocal : Darja Kazimira - Medea's Lament for Colchis (performance from the film "Medea Forgives Jason")

Artists : @farzad_fhn
Master : @im_dispa
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

BANDCAMP :
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/my-hands-built-this-throne-and-my-wrath-will-shatter-it

My Hands Built This Throne And My Wrath Will Shatter It

This is heartbreaking.

Some motherfuckers — the system’s loyal bastards — kill children, mothers, fathers, and the youth, and they don’t care. They never have. All they care about is themselves — their power, their lies, their control.

Always, it’s the people who suffer. Always, it’s the innocent who pay the price for their fake politics and bloody games.

They lie. They murder. And they feel no shame.
No guilt. No mercy. Just more power.

It feels like a nightmare — watching my family, my friends, my people live in fear, caught in the middle of a war we didn’t start. Iran. Israel. The USA.
Three governments playing with fire while we burn.

And I’m here, away from it all, feeling helpless.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say.

But I hold on to one thing — hope.
Hope that one day this darkness ends. That peace becomes real.
That we live free. Without these murderers ruling over our lives.

To my people:
I love you. Stay strong.
We are more than this.
We’ve already survived so much.
And I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not there with you. But my heart is.

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:

https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/wretched-sewer-rats-feeding-on-lies-bound-in-chains-forged-by-their-own-cowardice

Wretched Sewer Rats , Feeding On Lies , Bound In Chains Forged By Their Own Cowardice

They laughed as I bled.

Not just once—every day, every hallway, every whisper when I passed. My pain became their entertainment. The crimson from my nose that day in the locker room? Hysterical, apparently. The cracked ribs? A punchline.

I kept my silence sharp, feeding it with every bruise, every insult. No one asked if I was okay. Not even when I stopped blinking back tears. Not even when I stopped blinking at all.

But silence is a blade.

And blades are made for carving.

So when the moon hung low and the school was still, I returned—not with fists, but with purpose. They thought they’d buried me in shame. But I had dug my way out, dragging behind me a rusted grin.

One by one, I found them. I didn’t scream. I didn’t rage. I smiled.

And I carved.

Not their skin—not yet. I carved the joy from their throats. The laughter. The smug little smirks. The giggles they shared as I bled on linoleum.

By the time the sun rose, the school was silent.

Finally.

They stopped laughing.

And I stopped bleeding.


ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/they-laughed-as-i-bled-i-ll-carve-the-joy-from-their-throat

They Laughed As I Bled , I’ll Carve The Joy From Their Throat

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