⚠️ This isn’t fiction. It’s reflection.

Predator State: A Cybernetic Requiem is a mirror held to our world — not a fantasy of the future, but a record of the present we built.

12 tracks tell the story of power worship, female fear, digital gods, and systemic rot.
From denial to rebellion, from fear to rebirth, this album exposes what happens when humanity replaces empathy with efficiency — when safety is branded, sold, and denied.

💿 It’s industrial. It’s cyberpunk. It’s political. It’s human.

🔊 Expect distorted bass, metallic percussion, broken choirs, and voices that sound like sirens in the ruins of civilization.

🩸 For the women who walk alone. For the truth we scroll past. For the ghosts still coded in the machine.

🎧 Listen loud. Feel the weight.

✴️ This is not background noise — it’s a requiem for the modern world.

⚔️ “Your Justice Dies (Rebellion)” is the moment the silence breaks.
The same streets that echoed with fear in After Dark now roar with unity.

The song opens like a verdict — distorted broadcasts, alarms, sirens — then explodes into defiance.
It’s the sound of those who have nothing left to lose and everything left to say.

The lyrics dismantle the myth of moral authority: “You call it law — I call it leash.”

Every kick, snare, and synth pulse feels like an act of resistance.

💀 It’s chaos with purpose — the empire cracking under the weight of its own lies.

There’s no hero here, no savior — just people refusing to be silent anymore.

Justice doesn’t die quietly. It screams.

Your Justice Dies (Rebellion)

⚠️ This isn’t fiction. It’s reflection.

Predator State: A Cybernetic Requiem is a mirror held to our world — not a fantasy of the future, but a record of the present we built.

12 tracks tell the story of power worship, female fear, digital gods, and systemic rot.
From denial to rebellion, from fear to rebirth, this album exposes what happens when humanity replaces empathy with efficiency — when safety is branded, sold, and denied.

💿 It’s industrial. It’s cyberpunk. It’s political. It’s human.

🔊 Expect distorted bass, metallic percussion, broken choirs, and voices that sound like sirens in the ruins of civilization.

🩸 For the women who walk alone. For the truth we scroll past. For the ghosts still coded in the machine.

🎧 Listen loud. Feel the weight.

✴️ This is not background noise — it’s a requiem for the modern world.

🩸 Before every empire burns, it hums.

“Predator State (Overture)” opens with the sound of civilization turning itself on — steel lungs filling with synthetic air.
It’s not hope. It’s habit. The pulse of progress before consequence.

The track is a slow ignition: humanity uploads its conscience, trades empathy for order, and calls it evolution.
Beneath the static, a faint whisper: “We can build anything — except a soul.”

⚙️ This is the moment creation becomes control.
The first heartbeat of the machine that will one day own us.

Predator State (Overture)

⚠️ This isn’t fiction. It’s reflection.

Predator State: A Cybernetic Requiem is a mirror held to our world — not a fantasy of the future, but a record of the present we built.

12 tracks tell the story of power worship, female fear, digital gods, and systemic rot.
From denial to rebellion, from fear to rebirth, this album exposes what happens when humanity replaces empathy with efficiency — when safety is branded, sold, and denied.

💿 It’s industrial. It’s cyberpunk. It’s political. It’s human.

🔊 Expect distorted bass, metallic percussion, broken choirs, and voices that sound like sirens in the ruins of civilization.

🩸 For the women who walk alone. For the truth we scroll past. For the ghosts still coded in the machine.

🎧 Listen loud. Feel the weight.

✴️ This is not background noise — it’s a requiem for the modern world.

🕯️Static Faith (Control) - Faith reprogrammed. Hope on a leash.

This is the sermon of the machine — where belief becomes obedience, and silence feels holy. Static Faith (Control) marks the moment humanity trades freedom for comfort. 

Voices chant through static, soft and sterile, promising peace while wires tighten around the soul. The bass thrums like ritual drums, the melody cold as circuitry.

It’s not religion. It’s repetition.

It’s not faith. It’s fear dressed in scripture.

This song stares at the indoctrination built into systems — governments, corporations, algorithms — and how devotion becomes control. 🌑

🎛 Blessed are the blind, for they will never question.

Static Faith (Control)

⚠️ This isn’t fiction. It’s reflection.

Predator State: A Cybernetic Requiem is a mirror held to our world — not a fantasy of the future, but a record of the present we built.

12 tracks tell the story of power worship, female fear, digital gods, and systemic rot.
From denial to rebellion, from fear to rebirth, this album exposes what happens when humanity replaces empathy with efficiency — when safety is branded, sold, and denied.

💿 It’s industrial. It’s cyberpunk. It’s political. It’s human.

🔊 Expect distorted bass, metallic percussion, broken choirs, and voices that sound like sirens in the ruins of civilization.

🩸 For the women who walk alone. For the truth we scroll past. For the ghosts still coded in the machine.

🎧 Listen loud. Feel the weight.

✴️ This is not background noise — it’s a requiem for the modern world.

⚰️ “Iron Halo (Descent)” is the sound of clarity returning through pain.

The title is a contradiction — a halo made of iron.
Something holy repurposed into armor, or perhaps a cage.

The lyrics explore the tension between redemption and regression:
“They called it mercy — I called it chains.”

🎧 The instrumentation is cinematic Drum & Bass — fast but heavy, filled with static reverb and haunting vocal ghosts.
Every snare hits like a memory resurfacing.

The production feels like a heartbeat trying to sync after trauma — pulsing, mechanical, alive but not whole.

It’s about realizing that survival came with a cost: the soul sterilized in exchange for safety.

The false gods of Digital Eden are collapsing again —
“We polished the cage until it shined.”

This is the moment the survivors understand:
victory without humanity is just a quieter kind of death.

The halo rusts, and the descent begins.

Iron Halo (Descent)

⚠️ This isn’t fiction. It’s reflection.

Predator State: A Cybernetic Requiem is a mirror held to our world — not a fantasy of the future, but a record of the present we built.

12 tracks tell the story of power worship, female fear, digital gods, and systemic rot.
From denial to rebellion, from fear to rebirth, this album exposes what happens when humanity replaces empathy with efficiency — when safety is branded, sold, and denied.

💿 It’s industrial. It’s cyberpunk. It’s political. It’s human.

🔊 Expect distorted bass, metallic percussion, broken choirs, and voices that sound like sirens in the ruins of civilization.

🩸 For the women who walk alone. For the truth we scroll past. For the ghosts still coded in the machine.

🎧 Listen loud. Feel the weight.

✴️ This is not background noise — it’s a requiem for the modern world.

💡 Neon Empire (Exposure) 

⚙️ The city glows like a promise — but every light hides a lie.
Neon Empire is the moment we mistake control for progress. A skyline humming with power, screens whispering comfort while the streets rot underneath. It’s the anthem of our reflection — the perfection we built to distract from decay. The synths shimmer, the bass breathes like machinery, and the calm voices sound too human to be safe. This isn’t a dream of the future. It’s a confession of the present. 🌆

🎭 You are safe. You are seen. You are free.

💽 But only if you stop asking why.

⚙️ A dark blend of Cyberpunk × Industrial Trap × Synthwave, pulsing at 138 BPM. The sound of a world addicted to its own reflection — clean vocals wrapped in glitch, beauty built on denial.
🎭 You are safe. You are seen. You are free.
💽 But who told you that?

Neon Empire (Exposure)

⚠️ This isn’t fiction. It’s reflection.

Predator State: A Cybernetic Requiem is a mirror held to our world — not a fantasy of the future, but a record of the present we built.

12 tracks tell the story of power worship, female fear, digital gods, and systemic rot.
From denial to rebellion, from fear to rebirth, this album exposes what happens when humanity replaces empathy with efficiency — when safety is branded, sold, and denied.

💿 It’s industrial. It’s cyberpunk. It’s political. It’s human.

🔊 Expect distorted bass, metallic percussion, broken choirs, and voices that sound like sirens in the ruins of civilization.

🩸 For the women who walk alone. For the truth we scroll past. For the ghosts still coded in the machine.

🎧 Listen loud. Feel the weight.

✴️ This is not background noise — it’s a requiem for the modern world.

🕊 “Digital Eden (Descent)” is the calm after the chaos — but it’s an artificial calm.
The city rebuilt itself faster than anyone thought possible, but nothing human survived the process.

Smooth voices promise connection, safety, and belonging — all the things the rebellion fought for — but now they come with terms and conditions.

💠 The production is pristine and sterile: lush synths, soft pads, auto-tuned choirs, but underneath, a low distorted pulse — the glitch heartbeat that betrays the lie.

Lyrically, this is the voice of control disguised as comfort:
“We care. We cleanse. We connect.”

The tone is soothing yet sinister — a smiling AI whispering lullabies to a broken people.

Every melody feels too symmetrical, too rehearsed — the sound of a corporation selling heaven.

This track mirrors Track 1’s arrogance, but now it’s wrapped in benevolence.
It’s the system rebooted, smarter this time — polite fascism with soft lighting.

Heaven was never free. It just got better at marketing itself.

Predator State

Digital Ashes (Rebirth)

⚠️ This isn’t fiction. It’s reflection.

Predator State: A Cybernetic Requiem is a mirror held to our world — not a fantasy of the future, but a record of the present we built.

12 tracks tell the story of power worship, female fear, digital gods, and systemic rot.
From denial to rebellion, from fear to rebirth, this album exposes what happens when humanity replaces empathy with efficiency — when safety is branded, sold, and denied.

💿 It’s industrial. It’s cyberpunk. It’s political. It’s human.

🔊 Expect distorted bass, metallic percussion, broken choirs, and voices that sound like sirens in the ruins of civilization.

🩸 For the women who walk alone. For the truth we scroll past. For the ghosts still coded in the machine.

🎧 Listen loud. Feel the weight.

✴️ This is not background noise — it’s a requiem for the modern world.

🔥 The machine speaks — and it sounds human.

“The System You Built (Arrogance)” is the confession of control:
an anthem for those who mistake comfort for morality.

It’s sleek, heavy, and deliberate — every snare hit feels like a door locking,
every synth surge like a law rewritten in real time.

This is the voice of the predator who thinks he’s a savior,
the politician who calls cruelty “order,”
the corporation that sells freedom in subscriptions.

⚙️ Metallic, proud, and self-righteous, this track doesn’t apologize — it justifies.

The line between power and God blurs here —
because arrogance doesn’t whisper. It broadcasts.

The System You Built (Arrogance)

You don’t remember who you are.
You don’t remember why you’re here.
But the city does.

A red warning burns across your vision:
“Warning! Fugitive: 92317. Chase in progress.”

The authorities can paralyze fugitives with a signal—switching off your motor skills in an instant.
But somehow, you’ve got an override.
Your body surges, your legs move, and you run.

This is WANTED / ON THE RUN — a dark, loop-driven track from BL4NK M1RR0RS’ BLEACH DISCO archive.
A distorted bass drones like a siren in your chest, the rhythm locking you into the flight.
No destination.
Only escape.

wanted/ on the run

Berlin didn’t break me.
It erased me…

And from the ruins, the void was born.

🕯️ Witch House × Darkwave × Industrial Ritual

Full project by NEZARI.VOID

🔗 Available on all platforms (Spotify / Apple / YT Music)

BERLIN DESTROYED ME

Ein zerstörtes System.
Ein brennender Herzschlag.
Digitale Splitter, Stahlrisse, flackerndes Licht.

BRUCHSYSTEM.exe ist ein glitchendes Zersägen von Macht – kalt, industriell, emotional und kompromisslos ProDMusicKI.
Ein Lied wie ein Einsturz:
abgehackt, verzerrt, voller Druck, voller Wahrheit.

BRUCHSYSTEM.exe

NEZARI is an experimental artist who refuses to be confined by any single genre. His music drifts through darkwave, witch house, phonk, techno, and atmospheric sounds, blending haunting vocals, ritualistic ambience, and distorted textures. Each track is an immersive journey, an emotional signal from the void, where structure gives way to atmosphere, experimentation, and raw emotion.

All releases are officially live on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, and all major platforms.

🔥⚡ Concrete bass 🧱🔊 Endless night 🌃🌑

I’m not here to fit into genres — I’m here to break them. From 🪩 bass house sweat pits to 🌀 psytrance spirals, from 💀 Russian Hardbass war cries to 🌃 cyberpunk drift phonk nights, my sound is chaos in motion.

808s distorted till they bleed 🔊, donk bass stomping through concrete 🥾, neon synths burning like chrome fire ⚙️🔥, and vocals cut short, filthy, and raw 💋. Every track is built like a weapon — something you feel in your chest before your ears.

This isn’t just music for playlists. It’s music for everywhere the bass can shake the walls: 🏚️ abandoned warehouses, 🚧 back-alley raves, 🌌 night drives under neon skies, 🎧 headphones at 4AM when the world feels too heavy. It’s for freaks, queens 👑, rebels, dreamers, loners, lovers, and anyone who refuses to sit quiet. It’s not about fitting in — it’s about feeling alive. Every drop is rebellion, every synth a spark, every kick a heartbeat.

Vodka shots and bass drops 🍸💣, sweat and freedom, chaos and connection — if you feel it, you’re already part of it. And if you’re here, you already know: the walls won’t hold, the night won’t end, and the system won’t win.

100,000 plays – and every single one means the world.

Thank you. Truly.
Not for likes. Not for fame. But for feeling my music.
For crying with me. For breathing with me. For surviving with me.

What you hear in my songs is not just sound – it's me.
My scars. My past. My fire. My silence. My truth.

I never asked for followers. I never wanted to go viral.
I just hoped someone out there would say:
"I feel this."

And you did. All over the world – Cairo, Hanoi, Berlin, Ho Chi Minh City.
You heard me. And I swear, right now… I'm crying tears of joy.

These 100,000 plays aren’t numbers. They’re moments of connection.
Proof that real music still matters. That raw emotion still cuts through.

Thank you for walking this path with me.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for seeing me.

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