This Halloween project fuses 1960s CIA interrogation methods with unsettling sonic environments designed to disturb both mind and body. Built as a 20-track investigation file, each piece functions as evidence within the larger dossier. Dark, oppressive, and immersive, it aims to resurrect true psychological fear—perfect for installations and experimental listening.

Maybe it is you who wandered away,
while I remained, holding the thread.
You speak of silence as if it were mine,
but I hear your echo fading instead.

The air bends around your shadow,
your hand reaches yet never touches.
I walk the streets with weight in my bones,
you drift like smoke through doors unlatched.

The clocks keep time on my pulse,
their ticking anchored in my skin.
Your face is still but never breathing,
your smile unmoving, painted thin.

Perhaps it is you who sleeps without waking,
and I who bear the burden of light.
Perhaps the candles burn only for me,
while your world has vanished to night.

You call my name from the other side,
yet your lips do not part at all.
I answer back with sound and warmth,
you remain behind a distant wall.

I taste the salt of food and sweat,
I feel the wind against my chest.
You move through walls without a sound,
you never hunger, never rest.

Maybe I am the only one standing,
while you have fallen into the ground.
Maybe the mirror betrays your shape,
while I still leave a breathing sound.

Your eyes do not follow the sun,
they hold no color, only glass.
My body aches from living hours,
your body lingers, built to pass.

So tell me again, who lives, who fades?
The silence grows where you once stood.
Maybe it is you who lies in the earth,
and me who still carries the blood.

Maybe you are the ghost

I crash the code, no one gets the math,
Living in loops, burning down the path.
Thirty hours straight, no food, no sleep,
Noise in my skull, secrets I keep.

Is it me, or is it wired this way?
A spectrum glare, it never fades.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m gone,
Autistic static keeps dragging me along.
Can’t fake the crowd, can’t play their game,
But I build my world and I burn their frame.

Album of a sick teenage queen,
I stitch her chaos into the machine.
Every line screams, but I won’t bleed,
Silence is power, distortion’s the creed.

Is it broken, or is it just my skin?
I drown outside, but I fight within.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m raw,
Autistic static’s the only law.
Can’t fit your mold, can’t wear your chain,
But I write the noise that erases pain.

Don’t tell me “normal,” don’t tell me “cure,”
I’ve seen your world, it’s sick, impure.
My code, my sound, they’re scars I trust,
Your golden idols just rot to dust.

I think I’m on the spectrum, I think I’m free,
Autistic static, that’s holy to me.
I’ll burn the script, I’ll break your stage,
Grunge in my veins, autistic rage.

I think I’m on the spectrum

Smile… that’s what they want you to do
Stay awake, it’s safer.
Close your eyes, I’ll still be here.
No one is coming for you.
Nobody is listening.
You are alone in this room, forever.
You don’t know who you are anymore.
You are not the person you think you are.
Even your memories lie to you.
They never told you the truth.
Your father never trusted you.
Every friend has betrayed you.
They’re watching you breathe.

You shouldn’t be here.

The lights will never come back on.

You forgot something important… on purpose.

Every door you open is the wrong one.

They replaced you while you were sleeping.

Nobody remembers your name.

Your body isn’t yours anymore.

They promised to come back. They lied.

The silence is waiting for you.

You’ve already answered this question.

The walls know everything.

No one is coming for you

They say they're nice guys on the internet
And if you think about it
Isn't that the worst thing a guy could be?
Anyway

Do you ever think of Brazil?
I don't think about it
Not that much
Really

Brazilian guys on Twitter
It's like
Do you think about us?
Do you know we exist?
Not really
Brazilian guys on Twitter
They keep going like
Do you know us?
Do you love us?
Please come visit
It's like
Guys
You don't know me
You don't love me
You don't want me to come visit

Do you know me?
Do you love me?
Do you want me to come visit?

Do you ever think of Brazil?
I don't think about it
Not that much
Really

Brazilian guys on Twitter
It's like
Do you think about us?
Do you know we exist?
Not really
Brazilian guys on Twitter
They keep going like
Do you know us?
Do you love us?
Please come visit
It's like
Guys
You don't know me
You don't love me
You don't want me to come visit

Bazilian Guys on Twitter

Midnight halls glitch open wide
Old voices flicker in my neural drive
Data-elders humming in the grain
Heritage coded straight into my brain

I walk the halls like circuits lit in flame
Echo-masters carved my name in every frame
Footsteps looping in a time-bent room
Legacy humming like a distant boom
Every note I hit is ghost-powered fuel
Ancient wisdom riding on a modern tool
Heart syncs up with the lineage line
Uploading every craft they refined

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning steady in a pixel flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Hyper-pulse climbing just to help us survive
Conservatory grind to the midnight stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising where the waveforms sway
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Metronome ticking like a clock in my bones
Morning drills shaking through the practice stones
Pages bent from decades of devotion
Sweat-patina marking every motion
Masters left signs like graffiti in the air
Tiny micro-gestures coded everywhere
My modern horn lifts what the old ones gave
Sampling the souls we’re sworn to save

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning steady in a pixel flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Hyper-pulse climbing just to help us survive
Conservatory grind to the midnight stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising where the waveforms sway
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Let the past stay etched in the tone
Let the masters sculpt how far we’ve grown
Every modern step anchored in their sound
A compass spinning as the years turn around

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor every voice that taught us to survive
Measured phrases drifting in a neon sway
We carry the elders with us today
Heritage glowing where the lines vibrate
Respect for the past lighting the way

Keep the lineage alive (Hyperpop reload)

I place tomorrow in a single star
A little spark that tells us who we are
Laughter rising at the edge of dawn
Youth in motion pulling all of us along

Light up the night, this is our time
Together we shine with a future that climbs

Shining bright like a youth light
Side by side we feel no fright
Dreams turning real as we take flight
Youth light legacy under the sky
Hearts beat louder as we rise
We lift the world with our own light

Running fast until we touch the blue
Every horizon opens when we move
Hands together and our voices soar
Riding the wave toward tomorrow's door

Light up the night, we take flight
Together we glow free and bright

Shining bright like a youth light
Side by side we feel no fright
Dreams turning real as we take flight
Youth light legacy under the sky
Hearts beat louder as we rise
We lift the world with our own light

Stars fall around us in this moment
Hold it close, our story radiant
Every heartbeat says we rise
Glowing wide across the skies

Shining bright like a youth light
Side by side we feel no fright
Dreams turning real as we take flight
Youth light legacy under the sky
Hearts beat louder as we rise
We lift tomorrow with our own light

Light up our hearts, youth light

Like a youth light (Euro Pop reload)

Soft whispers in the air,
Every breath a subtle sign, 
Under velvet skies we float, 
In this moment we belong 

Faint heartbeat rising, 
Chord progression lifts us up,
Hold your breath, feel the pulse
In this silent grammar, 

We ride the waves of silent grammar, 
With open hearts and open skies,
Melody like wings unfolds, 
We ride the waves of silent grammar 

Quiet space to catch our breath, let the sound caress our minds  

Shadows melt into the light,
Echoes of tomorrow sing 
No need for words 
In the grammar of the night

Strings swell, chords ascend, 
Breathe the air, raise the light 

We ride the waves of silent grammar,
Hands up high, hearts on fire,
Melody like sunshine beams, 
We ride the waves of silent grammar 

“Il-lu-mi-na-tion…” 

We ride the waves of silent grammar, 
As dawn awakes the world beneath,  
Melody fades gently out
We ride the waves of silent grammar   

Silent grammar (Progressive House reload)

Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
You drift, With me

You drift
Slow-burning

You drift
Over the rooftops
With me

I watch the city fade like a tired bouquet
My thoughts exhale across the quiet soirée

what truth reveals face to face

Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
You drift, With me

I blamed the night, thinking gloom was the problem
Strolled past boutiques as if doubt could dissolve

 let the vision bloom face to face

Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
You drift, With me

what truth reveals face to face
 let the vision bloom face to face

Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
Over the rooftops
You drift, With me

Over the rooftops

Old Saint Nick up on the rooftop
He knows if you've been bad or good
I tried so hard to be good
But it didn't help me at all
And all the carolers are singing
I wish that they would knock it off
I don't wanna be alone
And I don't wanna go back home

That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas

C'mon
Krampus
Come and take me away
Don't wanna see the light of day
You think the world is so joyous
Tell me why I'm feeling destroyed
Well
The reindeer hooves up on the roof
And the choo-choo train still goes "choo-choo"
I tried so hard to be good
And now I'm all alone like I knew I would

That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas

I hate Christmas
I love Christmas
Christmas hates me and
Christmas love me and

That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas
That's why I love to hate Christmas

I love to hate Christmas

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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