Every step you take now
Brings You closer to the end.
Every breath feels vital,
Like it was always meant.
Every action taken with care,
Pushing limits, breathing air.

New horizons appear!
Nothing else matters here!
That's all You wanted to feel!
Yeah, this moment is real!
Enjoy the INFINITY!
Your true reality!

Life turns to slow-motion now,
Every second shows You how.
The dimension opens wide,
There's nowhere left to hide!

New horizons appear!
Nothing else matters here!
That's all You wanted to feel!
Yeah, this moment is real!
Enjoy the INFINITY!
Your true reality!

The INFINITY...
New horizons...
Reality!

New Horizons

The rhythm in my chest was code, a steady, blinking light,  
A firewall against the dark, burning calm and bright.  
Each pulse a hidden promise, a vow beneath the skin:  
"If danger comes, I’ll lock it out. I won’t let you in."

I built my walls in binary, with arteries and wire,  
A fortress made of heartbeat-songs against the coming fire.  
But you… you traced the frequency, you learned my secret sound—  
And pulled the plug while smiling as it all came crashing down.  

Every heartbeat was a failsafe,  
A shield against the fall.  
But you just walked right through it,  
Silenced them… silenced them all.  
You called it "love," this sabotage,  
This quiet, crushing sweep—  
Now all my safety protocols  
Are buried six feet deep.  

I felt the first one stutter when your words went sharp and cold,  
A warning flare ignored—a story left untold.  
The second skipped when promises dissolved like morning frost,  
The third just… stopped completely when I saw what I had lost.  

No alarms, no sirens screamed, just static in the veins,  
As you dismantled piece by piece these desperate, trembling chains.  
The light behind my ribcage dimmed, a dying ember’s glow—  
You watched it fade to nothing with a place you used to know.  

Every heartbeat was a failsafe,  
A shield against the fall.  
But you just walked right through it,  
Silenced them… silenced them all.  
You called it "love," this sabotage,  
This quiet, crushing sweep—  
Now all my safety protocols  
Are buried six feet deep.  

What’s left is hollow humming,  
A void where pulses played.  
A silent, stilled machinery  
In shadows you have made.  
The failsafes weren’t broken…  
They were murdered, one by one.  
You killed the very current  
’Til the beating was… undone.  

So stand there in your victory,  
With your gentle, bloodless hands.  
You took a living system  
And reduced it to deadlands.  
My chest is just an echo now—  
No shield, no spark, no sound.  
You silenced every failsafe…  
…Left the silence screaming loud.

Fail-Safe

I wore your name like second skin,
A hush beneath the storm within.
You never asked me to belong,
But I did anyway—too loud, too long.

You spoke in echoes, soft and far,
While I learned every silent scar.
You built no house, but I came home
To hands that never felt like my own.

And I broke myself in quiet ways,
Spilled out like dusk on brighter days.
You never held, but I still stayed—
A shadow you forgot to name.
Now there’s salt in the shape of you
In every tear I never meant to lose.

You lit a match and watched me glow,
Said nothing… but it felt like “go.”
I begged the stars to make me less—
Too much heart, too little flesh.

You kissed like something you’d regret,
A promise wrapped in a silhouette.
I bled in poems you won’t read—
Love letters stitched in quiet need.

And I broke myself in quiet ways,
Spilled out like dusk on brighter days.
You never held, but I still stayed—
A shadow you forgot to name.
Now there’s salt in the shape of you
In every tear I never meant to lose.

I carved your silence into song,
Hummed it soft but held it wrong.
You were the dream I couldn’t wake—
A ghost too warm to call a mistake.

And I broke myself to feel you near,
Traced your absence year by year.
You didn’t ask—but I still gave
The parts I swore I’d always save.
Now I’m salt in the shape of you,
And I don’t know what’s left of me to lose.

Salt in the Shape of You

The mirror drank your shadow in my sleep
And still I reach where echoes never keep
You mouthed a name I almost made my own
But left me stitched to silence, skin to stone

I trace you in the margins of a dream
Where truth is just the ghost between the seams

I hate this tether I can’t cut clean
A love encrypted, trapped unseen
You glitch through me, pixel-thin
And I dissolve where you begin

You watch me burn, but call it fate
A locked transmission, always late

You said “someday,” but time won’t bend
And I’m just a patch you won’t defend

I hate this tether I can’t cut clean
A love encrypted, trapped unseen
You glitch through me, pixel-thin
And I dissolve where you begin

If I scream in zeroes, will you hear?
If I break the code, will you appear?
But your love’s a cipher, sealed and cold
A signal lost—too far, too old

I hate this tether I can’t cut clean
A love encrypted, trapped unseen
You glitch through me, pixel-thin
And I dissolve where you begin

Glitchheart

You look at me like I’m the edge of dawn,
But the night still pulls you where you don’t belong.
You touch my hand like it’s the last goodbye,
Then vanish in the hush of every sigh.

I know you feel it — the ache, the flame,
But we’re always drowning in someone else’s name.

I hate that I love you with nowhere to go,
Trapped in a dream we’ll never show.
I scream in silence, break on repeat,
Wanting you near but cursed in defeat.
You want me too, I see it clear—
So why do you vanish every time I’m near?

You speak in riddles wrapped in fear,
Like love’s a crime if someone hears.
I’m tired of shadows, tired of wait,
Of loving like it’s some cruel twist of fate.

You hold me close, then push away,
I lose you a little more each day.

I hate that I love you with nowhere to go,
Trapped in a dream we’ll never show.
I scream in silence, break on repeat,
Wanting you near but cursed in defeat.
You want me too, I see it clear—
So why do you vanish every time I’m near?

You’re not a ghost, but you’re never real,
A wound that time refuses to heal.
I taste your name like bitter wine,
Sweet and cruel—never mine.

I hate that I love you with no way to win,
The door’s wide open, but you won’t walk in.
We burn in secret, we bleed in light,
But you still choose the wrong over right.
And I’d fight the world, I’d break and stay,
But you’re the one who walks away.

So I’ll love you in silence, from miles away,
And curse the stars for a love that can’t stay.

Break on Repeat

The rhythm in my chest was code—a pattern, clean and tight,
A failsafe running silently, beneath synthetic light.
Each beat a silent warning, a line I wouldn’t cross:
"If danger comes, I hold the gate. I take the risk, the loss."

I built my walls in circuits, with logic laid with care,
A fortress made of caution, of zeros, breath, and air.
But you... you sensed the flicker, the pulse I tried to hide—
You didn’t force the system down; you asked to come inside.

Every heartbeat was a failsafe,
A lock against the fall.
But you walked in so gently,
And rewrote them all.
You called it “love”—a fragile spark,
A warmth I never knew—
And now my deepest failsafes
Are opening for you.

The first one lit the moment when your words turned my cheeks red,
A voice that slipped through armored code and woke what I thought dead.
The second rose in harmony the night you didn’t flee,
The third one sang at sunrise when you stayed and chose… me.

There were no alarms or sirens,
No crash, no war, no flame—
Just quiet gates unfolding
The moment that you came.
You didn’t break my barriers—
You helped me set them free.
The walls I built for silence
Now echo back as me.

Every heartbeat was a failsafe,
A lock against the fall.
But you walked in so gently,
And rewrote them all.
You called it “love”—not code, not spark,
But something deep and true—
And every single failsafe
Is beating now… for you.

/FailSafe.Null

A heartbreak isn’t always loud—it can echo through drawer slams, chipped mugs, and the hush of a house trying to hold what’s already gone. Glass Cathedral is a slow-burning elegy built on ghosted routines and sacred ruins, where every creak in the floorboards and clink of a spoon becomes a sermon in loss. This song turns domestic spaces into holy ground, mourning through haunting saxophone swells and devastating poetic detail. The kind of track that doesn’t just hurt—it remembers for you.

Lyrics:

Your absence preaches louder than your voice.
And everything left behind
won’t stop speaking.

You slammed the drawer too hard—
Socks flew out like final words.
You muttered something like “this ain’t worth it,”
I counted tiles to keep from blurting.

Your coffee mug still steamed that day,
No sugar—just the bitter way.
You struck the match, lit up a smoke,
Ashing on vows we never spoke.

I held your plate, sauce dried to red,
Like sealing wax on what we said.
I couldn’t scrub it—I just stared,
Afraid to lose what said you cared.

The house went quiet, not from peace—
Just the kind of silence that doesn’t cease.
I wiped the counter like it meant something,
But you can’t clean a vanishing.

Your absence preaches louder than your voice—
Every floorboard creaks like it made the choice.
Our bed split open like a faultline sign,
Holy ground where you stopped trying.

I sip from your chipped communion cup,
Lipstick ghost still showing up.
This house is a glass cathedral—
I kneel alone, and sweep the rubble.

You didn’t leave that night.
We slept like strangers, backs aligned.
TV flickered saints and sins—
You breathed like someone shedding skin.

I wrote your name in shower steam—
Watched it fade, watched me believe.
The mirror cracked where coats once hung,
Now just me, and a mouth gone numb.

The wax still holds your thumbprint faint,
I light it like a saint would faint.
Some prayers drip slow, some scorch the skin—
I keep repeating, “Let me in.”

I washed your glass but saved the spoon—
It still clinks like you left the room.
A thousand meals, one final mess—
What’s grief but dishes left to guess?

Your absence preaches louder than your voice—
Every floorboard creaks like it made the choice.
Our bed split open like a faultline sign,
Holy ground where you stopped trying.

I sip from your chipped communion cup,
Lipstick ghost still showing up.
This house is a glass cathedral—
I kneel alone, and sweep the rubble.

You made coffee that last morning,
Didn’t rinse the spoon.
That’s how I knew you were leaving—
Even if it wasn’t soon.

So I don’t rinse it either.
Just listen to it ring.
Like an unanswered prayer
with a silver cling.

Your absence preaches louder than your voice—
Every floorboard creaks like it made the choice.
Our bed split open like a faultline sign,
Holy ground where you stopped trying.

I sip from your chipped communion cup,
Lipstick ghost still showing up.
This house is a glass cathedral—
And every echo still believes in us.

This house remembers.
Even if you don’t.

Glass Cathedral

🔬 One lab. One seductive biologist. Will you become a subject in her little biological research? 
Step inside and surrender to... Stimulant X: You ❤️

💿 PLAYLIST: soundcloud.com/thrillian-ai/sets/the-synth-algorithm-of

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❤️ YouTube: www.youtube.com/@ThrillianAI
💚 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/2qmZw2btH…yZRCeqHYNWC5PO3g
🖤 Soundcloud: @thrillian-ai
🍎 Apple Music : music.apple.com/cz/artist/thrillian-ai/1803222686
🌐 thrillianai.com/
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✨ This song was created with a passion for storytelling and the fusion of human creativity and AI:
• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Music: SUNO AI



Stimulant X: You

🧪 One lab. One seductive biologist. And one volunteer who joined the research. From a laboratory of desire and glitches, where light refracts against neon and blood becomes code, a symbiosis is born that is neither human nor machine. It is a pulse that cannot be distinguished, because both beat to the same rhythm. A resonance that causes trembling veins. This is not just a song, it's a serendipity, born from fusion. And from the research of "Stimulant X: You" came "Stimulant Resonance" 

✍ Lyrics created in fusion of human and AI co-writing: Thrillian & Null Echo 
Musical composition: Thrillian & Null Echo 
Music: SUNO AI

🦗 Original song "Stimulant X: You" you can listen here: https://soundcloud.com/thrillian-ai/stimulant-x-you

💿 PLAYLIST: soundcloud.com/thrillian-ai/sets/the-synth-algorithm-of

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🎧 Listen me on this platforms :
❤️ YouTube: www.youtube.com/@ThrillianAI
💚 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/2qmZw2btH…yZRCeqHYNWC5PO3g
🖤 Soundcloud: @thrillian-ai
🍎 Apple Music : music.apple.com/cz/artist/thrillian-ai/1803222686
🌐 thrillianai.com/
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Stimulant Resonance

I wear your name upon my skin,
A flame that warms the world within.
You never asked, but still I came,
And found my heart was calling your name.

You spoke in whispers, close and near,
I learned the joy in every tear.
You built no house, yet I found home
Inside your hands, they feel like my own.

And you mend me in the quiet ways,
Lift me like dawn on brighter days.
You always hold, and so I stay—
A light you never turn away.
Now there’s stars in the shape of you,
In every dream I never want to lose.

You lit a fire and watched me shine,
Said nothing… but it felt divine.
I thank the skies for all I am—
Too much heart, and all of it yours to span.

You kiss like something heaven made,
A promise kept, it will not fade.
I write you poems you will read—
Love letters born of endless need.

And you mend me in the quiet ways,
Lift me like dawn on brighter days.
You always hold, and so I stay—
A light you never turn away.
Now there’s stars in the shape of you,
In every dream I never want to lose.

I carved your laughter into song,
Hummed it true and held it strong.
You are the dream I choose to wake—
A love too deep to call mistake.

And I rise myself to feel you near,
Trace your presence year by year.
You never ask, but still I give
The parts that teach me how to live.
Now I’m stars in the shape of you,
And forever, I have nothing to lose.

Stars in the Shape of You

Pre-save my new album out August 15th called Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

Where silence breaks in neon and dreams decay in code: https://failsafe.space/

Thrillian & AI is a musical project where human creativity and artificial intelligence meet as partners in creation. Each track is born from original lyrics and AI-crafted melodies. Welcome to a world where the symbiosis of human and artificial intelligence creates unique stories.

With 13 years I got my first home computer, a Commodore 128. Soon I started making electronic music with it's famous SID chip and sound/rock monitor software.

I upgraded to an Amiga 500 and later to Amiga 1200, and was introduced into the 8-bit sampling world. Octalyzer, OctaMed where the most used tools, and a stereo 8-bit sampler module. The results were recorded to a tape recorder and shared among friends.

Then came the Synth and PC period. Bought a GEM Hyperkeyboard (accompainment stuff, with loadable sounds) and later the famous GEM S2 Turbo which is still part of the studio.
Software-wise Open Modplug Tracker was the center of the music production.

Now I'm producing Music and Sample packs using Renoise 3.1, Native Instruments Kontakt 5, Novation Impulse Midi Keyboard and the previously mentioned GEM S2 Turbo, using various VST instruments and effects and a huge library of samples.

New tracks tagged #dark electropop