Deep hush on the floor, lights fade to grey,
Bass breathes beneath my heart—
I carry the ghosts till the break of day.

Echoes of laughter from bodies gone,
Mirror in the midnight holding their song.
Silhouettes in the pulse of the bass,
They found no leave but they found this place.
When I move, they ripple like waves inside,
A secret dance where the sober hide.

I carry inside me all my dead,
They move with the beat inside my head.
I carry inside me all my dead,
In the groove, our memories are fed.

Heartbeat under neon, they step in time,
Shadows in rhythm, they’re yours and mine.
Spin with the strangers, but know who stays—
My inner crowd of former days.
When the night whispers “free”, they laugh in code,
No grave, no goodbye, just the road.

I carry inside me all my dead,
They move with the beat inside my head.
I carry inside me all my dead,
In the groove, our memories are fed.

Underneath the low light, they surface slow,
Ghosts in my veins, but I let them glow.
Lost friends in the echo, lovers in the fade,
I spin them in circles till the fears are played.

I carry inside me all my dead,
They breathe with the bass, we’re stitched like thread.
I carry inside me all my dead,
Dance with me now — until the dawn is shed.

Fog drifts, the beat breaks, the door clicks closed,
Still I hold their names where the darkness grows.

I carry inside me all my dead

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.

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