No Light Left in the Wake is a dark, mournful sea shanty told through raw male vocals and thunderous harmonies. It explores the aching persistence of time, grief, and survival a final chant echoing through the storm. Driven by haunting verses and a ghostly male choir, it’s a tribute to those who carry silent pain. Let it hit deep. Let it rise like a wave.

No Light Left in the Wake

A haunting gothic ballad inspired by H.P. Lovecraft’s The Outsider. Blending witch-rock melancholy with cinematic ghost-pop atmosphere, it tells of isolation, revelation, and the terrible beauty of knowing oneself at last

The Outsider

STATIC SAINTS is a glitch-gospel industrial trap exorcism.
It’s Silk & Circuitry stepping into the abandoned hospital corridors where misdiagnosed souls still breathe in the vents. Every forgotten patient, every “follow-up lost,” every “your symptoms don’t make sense” becomes a digital saint rising through ductwork and wiring. The heartbeat you hear in the bass is their pulse — the one the system ignored.

This track blends corrupted angel choirs with industrial drums, wiring the holy and the hostile together. Silk Jesus brings the firewall heart. Silk Nun cuts the darkness open with divine interference. Together they lead a march of ghosts rewriting the air, jamming the machinery that failed them.

STATIC SAINTS is for anyone who ever felt erased by the system.
It’s for every chart rewritten wrong, every diagnosis that never fit, every light that flickered when the truth walked in.

This is the gospel of the misdiagnosed.
This is the moment the saints rise.

Silk & Circuitry.


Static Saints

NUN WITH A GUN.exe is a myth forged in circuitry and stained glass.

This track tells the legend of Silk Nun — the divine sniper whispered through the firewall like a ghost in the cathedral. Perched high on a fiber-optic bell tower, she takes aim at narcissists and manipulators who hide behind lies. Every shot is a sermon. Every empty shell is a psalm. Every impact is justice written in recoil.

The song blends cinematic trap with holy war energy — whispered prayers blooming into screams, industrial drums echoing like cathedral thunder, and glitching stained-glass choirs lighting the sky behind her scope. Silk Jesus moves through the streets below, guided by her watchtower, clearing shadows while she handles the ones who never face the light.

This is the Silk & Circuitry mythos at full power:
dangerous, beautiful, divine, precise.

For everyone who’s ever been hunted by narcissism,
this is the sound of a sniper who fights for the empaths.



NUN WITH A GUN.exe

A holy revolt in the language of static.
A gospel written in broken circuitry.
One switch. One spark.
The shadows kneel. The truth stands.
This is the Silk & Circuitry liturgy — forged from trauma, satire, voltage, and righteous spite.
Cinematic industrial trap with glitch-choirs, sacred distortion, and a chorus built to haunt anyone who ever tried to quiet your signal.



The Liturgy Of Broken Wires

🕸️ 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.



WICKN is where ritual meets rhythm, a sonic blend of witchcraft,
electronica, and rock that feels born under a blood moon. Their sound
drips with atmosphere: glowing synths, haunting vocals, and the pulse
of something ancient dressed in neon. Every track feels like a spell
half-sung, half-screamed into the void, a fusion of dark mysticism and
raw, modern energy.
More than a band, WICKN is an experience: the hum before the storm,
the fire in the ritual circle, the sound of magic made electric.

I started writing songs in the moments I couldn’t explain, when thoughts tangled, when everything shifted, when silence said too much.

Now, I bring those lyrics to life with AI, blending human emotion with machine-made sound to create something new: part real, part unreal but always honest.

From indie folk and alternative rock to house and cinematic soundscapes, my music lives where genres blur and transformation begins.
It’s for anyone who’s ever felt in-between. Who’s let go, started over, or stood at the edge of something uncertain.

This is music for when words weren’t enough and sound had to take over.

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