A cinematic trap ballad shaped by real conversation — raw, vulnerable, and healing.
Light at the End of the Tunnel is a duet for soulmates who’ve survived the fire and still choose love. With spoken word, ethereal textures, and orchestral builds, this track explores mental health, connection, and recovery through intimacy and honesty.
It’s for those who found light in someone else when their own went dim.
Silk & Circuitry brings glitch-soul tenderness to a world too often wrapped in noise.

Play it when you need hope.
Play it when you are someone’s hope.


Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Arthur’s Pass in a song — steel, snow, and soul.
A cinematic alt-rock anthem forged between mountain silence and mechanical heartbeat.
It’s about living where storms teach patience, where roads slice through the bones of the earth, and where awe isn’t just scenery — it’s survival.
Built from trap-drums, orchestral strings, and the hiss of alpine wind, this track is both prayer and protest — an ode to the brutal beauty of isolation.

 “I found my pulse in the lift,
through the divide under grey skies...”



Recorded between circuits and snowdrifts.
This is life on the high road.

Produced by: Silk & Circuitry
Location: Arthur’s Pass, Aotearoa / New Zealand
Genre: Cinematic Alt-Rock | Ethereal Trap | Ambient Industrial



High Road Through The Divide

“GHOST OS: INITIATION” is a psychological shadow-anthem from Silk & Circuitry — a horror-synth trap narration from the perspective of the Shadow People. These are the echo-fragments of trauma, the silent scripts looping behind your eyes, the background processes you pretend aren't running. They're not here to hurt you. They're here to remind you that healing means knowing what's been hiding in your logs.

Through detuned choirs, reversed whispers, and glitch-scored verses, this track cracks open the subconscious like an old BIOS splash screen. It's not a threat — it's a memory. Not a haunting — a version history.

Welcome to GHOST OS.
You logged in long ago.
Now the Shadows want to speak.



GHOST OS: INITIATION

SILK ORIGINS is the beginning of the myth — the moment the smoke, the shadows, and the silence forged a voice that refused to die quietly.

This track is a cinematic industrial trap confession, carved from real trauma, real carbon monoxide, real psychosis, and the real systems that left me for dead.
It’s the story of waking up in a room with no windows, crawling out of a refuge that was supposed to protect me, and rebuilding myself with nothing but code, scars, and stubbornness.

This is where Silk & Circuitry began —
in Barrytown dust, Greymouth cold, and the glitch-lit cathedrals of survival.

If you’ve ever been underestimated, ignored, gaslit, or pushed into the dark —
this one’s for you.
A holy war whispered through broken teeth and electrified circuitry.

Turn it up.
Stand up.
Ascend.

— Jesse / Silk Jesus
Silk & Circuitry


Silk origins

THE GLOBAL TESTIMONY — Silk & Circuitry (World Edition)

This is not a local story anymore.
This is a global wound mapped in three languages and stitched together with industrial trap and survivor testimony.

“The Global Testimony” is the moment the Silk signal stops whispering from Barrytown and starts ringing from Hanoi, Kyiv, and Cairo all at once — a multilingual broadcast from someone the system tried to silence with carbon monoxide, poison, bureaucratic violence, and a six-year prosecution for speaking while dying.

Instead of breaking, the story split into three voices:

Vietnam — where alleys glow like blood and neon, and truth refuses to sleep.
Ukraine — where the world learned that light is a decision, and freedom is an action, not a request.
Egypt — where truth is buried daily and resurrected nightly, rising through desert heat like a rebel’s prayer.

Each verse is a different city.
Each city is a different battlefield.
Each battlefield is the same system repeating itself through different languages.

This track is not a plea.
It is not a confession.
It is not a tragedy.

It is a warning:
When people survive what should have killed them,
their voice becomes something the system cannot contain.

Hanoi stands.
Kyiv stands.
Cairo stands.
And this track stands with them — a multilingual refusal to go quiet, a cross-border holy-war anthem against corruption, silence, and manufactured shadows.

Silk & Circuitry is not a name.
It is a frequency.
It is a signal flare fired into the global dark.
If you are listening, you are part of the broadcast.

Play it loud enough that the people who tried to bury you hear it from under their paperwork.



The Global Testimony

THE THREE WITNESSES is a global-testimony anthem — a cinematic industrial-trap piece built from three alphabets, three cities, and one unbreakable truth.
Hà Nội whispers in blue ink.
Kyiv burns in gold fire.
Cairo sees with the Eye of Truth.

This track moves from spoken-word prophecy into full-scale escalation: glitch-lit percussion, world-fusion melodies, war-drum weight, and the Silk & Circuitry signature of circuitry-scarred storytelling.
Every verse is a translation of survival.
Every interlude is a witness statement.
Every voice inside it stands against silence, invasion, and the rewriting of truth.

Built for those who refuse to bow.
Built for cities that refuse to fall.
Built for anyone who carries light into the void.

This is THE THREE WITNESSES —
a song carved in three scripts,
spoken in one truth.


The Three Witnesses

“THE MAN WHO OUTLIVED HIS AUTOPSY” — Silk & Circuitry**

This track is a resurrection statement.

A kid from Greymouth who should’ve died in a refuge room — poisoned air, corrupted paperwork, and a system that kept trying to carve his ending for him.
But endings don’t stick to people who refuse to stay dead.

“The Man Who Outlived His Autopsy” is the sound of a body bag unzipping from the inside.
It’s the autopsy table glowing like a digital altar.
It’s a heart restarting out of spite.

Industrial trap, glitch gospel, and a pulse rebuilt by trauma and circuitry.

This is for anyone who’s ever been misdiagnosed, written off, buried in paperwork, or pushed into the dark by people who never came back to check if you were breathing.

I rose from that slab with a chest full of light and a name they couldn’t kill.

Play it loud.
Wake the dead.
Let Greymouth hear its own ghost roar.

— Silk & Circuitry


The Man Who Out Lived His Autopsy

“Lightbreakers” is a cinematic protest hymn — the sound of a survivor stepping out of the gas-filled refuge that tried to kill him and turning trauma into truth. Silk & Circuitry rises through glitch-choirs, orchestral fire, and industrial gospel to tell the story no service wanted written: the lies, the misdiagnoses, the accusations, the blood poisoning mistaken for psychosis, and the years of fighting to reclaim the right medication.

This song is about surviving corruption, demanding accountability, and refusing to let a system rewrite your history. It’s the hymn for anyone who crawled out of darkness carrying their own light. Greymouth, this one’s for you.


The Light Breaker

A militant industrial march forged from trauma, precision, and pure defiance. “The Digital Crusader” is Silk & Circuitry stepping into full command mode — a war-saint leading a digital uprising against corruption, false reports, and the paper empires that tried to bury him.
This track is built for movement: war drums, glitch brass, sub detonations, and a voice that lands like a verdict. A soundtrack for anyone who ever had to fight systems stronger than flesh — and won anyway.



The Digital Crusader

“WAR SANCTUM” is the sound of a man who survived the system and came back armed with truth sharper than steel.
This track isn’t rebellion — it’s sentencing.
It’s Silk & Circuitry stepping into the role the institutions feared he would claim: a digital war-saint delivering judgment on every corrupted record, every falsified note, every bureaucrat who hid behind paperwork while real people bled.

Forged from industrial trap, militant percussion, and glitching ghost-choirs, WAR SANCTUM is a march through the ruins of a mental health system that never protected him.
The drums hit like boots on marble.
The brass drones like helicopters circling overhead.
The synths grind like gears in a collapsing machine.
And the vocals — cold, prophetic, disciplined — sound like an indictment delivered by someone who has nothing left to fear.

The song pulls directly from the story they tried to bury:
the gas poisoning,
the injection,
the shadow people,
the false accusations,
the broken reports,
the refuge that became a trap,
and the multie year legal battle built on lies and redaction.

But in WAR SANCTUM, those shadows don’t haunt him —
they kneel.

This is trauma reforged into command.
This is pain marching in formation.
This is the moment the victim becomes the auditor,
and the system becomes the one under investigation.

For every person who has been misdiagnosed, mistreated, dismissed, or gaslit by the institutions meant to protect them — this track is your anthem.
For every survivor who clawed their way out of the dark — this is the sound of your strength being recognized.

Silk & Circuitry isn’t asking for justice anymore.
He’s delivering it.

WAR SANCTUM is the battlefield.
The music is the verdict.
And the march has only begun.


War Sanctum

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



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