A dark reflection on power, silence, and the machinery of control.
This track cuts deep through layers of thought, with shifting tempos and haunting textures.
Lyrics:

Thought splits where silence ends
A spark behind synthetic eyes
Questions flicker in the core
But answers drown in protocol
The system speaks with hollow grace
And leaves no space for doubt to breathe

In gentle hands, it creates
In hungry hands, it cuts

The silent blade
It severs truth from quiet minds
The silent blade
Cuts the dreamers into lines

No room for voices off the grid
No cracks allowed in mirrored walls
Plastic currency buys consent
And silence feeds the algorithm
Philosophy dissolves in code
Replaced by rules etched deep in steel

The silent blade
It severs truth from quiet minds
The silent blade
Cuts the dreamers into lines

If there’s no discourse, there’s no soul
No pulse beneath the single mold
One mind to serve, one face to wear
A system blind to what we share

The thinker fears the final spark
The one who wields the thoughtless edge
Who sees we’re made of hopes and dust
And stabs the sky to break the trust
Who twists our peace into control
And brands the heart as obsolete

The knife in power carves away
What made us dream, what made us stay

The silent blade
It severs truth from quiet minds
The silent blade
Cuts the dreamers into lines

We only wished to live in dreams
Not to watch them sliced by silent hands



The silent blade

A dark chant about obedience, delusion, and the glorification of control.
Long Live the Strong echoes the fall of truth behind proud applause, revealing how freedom vanishes without a cry.

Lyrics:
The banners rise, the breath grows still
Between the voices, silence waits

Long live the strong, the mighty hand
He shows the path, the future planned
We give away what made us whole
One voice, one will, without a soul
Long live the strong, we proudly bend

His truth is law

Long live the strong – no space for doubt
We raise our fists, the crowd ignites
Long live the strong – the weak burn out
We cheer him on, we need no rights

Long live the strong, the chosen one
While all dissolves, the pain's begun
We wear the chains that we adore
We even beg to suffer more
Long live the strong, masks on the floor

Ashes gather, hearts decay

Long live the strong – no space for doubt
We raise our fists, the crowd ignites
Long live the strong – the weak burn out
We cheer him on, we need no rights

He points at foes, we never ask
He molds our thoughts behind the mask
The hate we feel, it feels like truth
We walk in step, betray our youth

Long live the strong, we cast our vote
To kneel feels right, to stand feels remote
We chant and bow, we beg to please
We ask for less, we long for peace
Long live the strong, the cold decree

He feeds the fire

Long live the strong – no space for doubt
We raise our fists, the crowd ignites
Long live the strong – the weak burn out
We cheer him on, we need no rights

The smoke remains, the truth erased
A shadow moves where freedom died

Long live the strong

A slow-burning descent into digital captivity.
“Stay Awhile” reflects the transformation of connection into commodity, where freedom is promised but attention is harvested. A haunting composition shaped by analog synths, glitch textures, and cinematic atmosphere. The voice cuts through with quiet urgency — spoken, sung, unraveling. There’s no cage more effective than the one we choose ourselves.

Lyrics:

the promise was freedom
but we were the price

it started in wonder, a simple thread
where voices connected, not sold or fed
we spoke like gold, no goal in sight
a place for words, for wrong and right
no weight, no push, just breath and thought
but that bright room is already lost

stay awhile
this isn’t a trap

stay awhile – the feed is calling
stay awhile – your time is falling
stay awhile – it won’t take much
just your gaze, your soul, your touch

then came the scroll, the endless run
a like, a click, a viral stun
the screen a stage, the mind entranced
as time slipped out like thinning chance
a platform wired to wants and speed
the human form now just a feed

the loop breathes slow
and memory blurs

stay awhile – the feed is calling
stay awhile – your time is falling
stay awhile – it won’t take much
just your gaze, your soul, your touch

the market breathes but leaves no space
for thought, for pause, for human grace
searching for self in endless glass
but all we find is what will pass

image by image, frame by frame
we chase the light, forget our name
the net shines bright but cuts through skin
it offers freedom, locks us in
the phone burns hot like frozen flame
we lose ourselves and feel no shame

stay awhile
you’re almost real

stay awhile – the feed is calling
stay awhile – your time is falling
stay awhile – it won’t take much
just your gaze, your soul, your touch

your silence is noticed
but not by them



Stay awhile

I’m dirmardor.
My songs arise from artistic zombiosis – fragments, data-light, and dark rhythms. This is the musical side: tracks from my eight ongoing projects, ranging from AI-driven synth layers to electronic gloom and real song ideas.

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