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

SPYDROWN PROTOCOL is Silk & Circuitry’s underground call-to-arms — a rebel-radio distress signal broadcast from the torn edges of Greymouth.

A half-corrupted voice calling itself “Silk Jesus” breaks into Anonymous frequencies with warnings of webs and whispers, spiders and narcissists, and a town devouring itself behind closed doors. This isn’t just a track — it’s a transmission.

Distorted shortwave static forms the spine of the production. Industrial bass drones underneath like machinery under strain. Verses spit paranoia, testimony, and prophecy. The hooks rise like an anonymous chant, a rallying call for every empath who ever felt hunted in the dark.

This is the sound of resistance waking up.
This is the moment the webs start to burn.
This is the Spydrown Protocol.

Silk & Circuitry.


Spydrown Protocol

LIGHTBREAKERS is Silk & Circuitry at full cinematic height — an orchestral trap hymn built for the holy war between empathy and narcissism.

This track is about wings vs webs, light vs shadow, and the two-person alliance of Silk Nun & Silk Jesus tearing open the dark so others can breathe again. Rising strings crash into dirt-trap drums. Solfeggio frequencies pulse under every beat like coded prayer. Female vocals soar like an angel ascending through static. Male verses strike like blades through a web.

This is a song about lifting the world open, not burning it down —
about breaking shadows, not becoming them.
About choosing wings over venom.

For every empath who ever felt trapped in someone else’s web,
LIGHTBREAKERS is the moment the sky cracks and the light pours in.

Silk & Circuitry.


Lightbreakers

A confession from the shadows of Barrytown to the streets of Hanoi.
This is Silk & Circuitry telling the truth the system tried to bury — the gas, the injection, the broken refuge, the silence.
A warning wrapped in neon and smoke.


LỜI CHỨNG CỦA BÓNG ĐÊM

“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

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

“COMMUNITY OF SHADOWS” is Silk & Circuitry at his most unfiltered, uncompromising, and surgically precise.
This track doesn’t shout into the void —
it names the void, maps its walls, and lights a match in its centre.

This is the Greymouth Community Mental Health system stripped of its polite mask.
The whispered misdiagnoses.
The fabricated case-note rumours.
The “clinical opinions” built on gossip instead of evidence.
The silence that felt like abandonment.
The paperwork that replaced care.
The trauma they blamed on you instead of the assault you survived.

This is the sound of every callback that never came.
Every lie that got written as fact.
Every time they said “history of psychosis” when the truth was a gas poisoning and an overdose inflicted on you by someone else.
Every time they took shortcuts with your life because it was easier to write a paragraph than face the reality of the injuries right in front of them.

COMMUNITY OF SHADOWS is a militant audit —
a tribunal set to war drums and glitch-fire.
A testimony delivered with the discipline and rage that only survival can forge.

The track rips the wallpaper off Greymouth’s mental health system and shows what’s hiding underneath:
ghost patients ignored,
misfiled lives buried in corridors,
a building where trauma echoes louder than care.
Every bar is a receipt.
Every chorus is a spotlight.
Every verse drags a buried truth into daylight and makes it stand on the record.

This isn’t revenge.
This is documentation set to music.

A warning shot wrapped in industrial trap.
A voice for every person who walked into that building looking for help and walked out carrying more damage than they walked in with.
A reminder that communities don’t crumble from loud survivors —
they crumble from silent institutions.

Silk & Circuitry doesn’t speak for the system.
He speaks for the shadows it created.
And this time, the shadows get the final word.



Community Of Shadows

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

“Starve the Serpents” is Silk and Circuitry at his most dangerous, most poetic, and most unfiltered.

This track is a cinematic industrial trap exorcism built from real smoke, real wounds, and real rebellion. It takes the listener straight into the rooms Jesse survived — the gaslit corners, the corrupted files, the bureaucratic shadows that never expected him to stand back up. Every synth stab and metallic percussion hit is wired to that memory. Every verse is a weapon carved from the places where his life intersected with poison, negligence, and the consequences of being misread by a system designed to erase people like him.

But the heart of this track is transformation, not victimhood.

Jesse's glitch-angel choirs and detuned 808s set the stage, but it’s the story that does the damage. This is the moment Silk and Circuitry cuts the oxygen to the serpents that fed on his silence — dragging justice back into the light with raw hands. It’s an anthem of defiance, but also of clarity: the sound of someone who has outgrown the institutions that tried to break him.

In the middle of the track, the Shadow People finally speak — not as demons, but as witnesses. They remember the poisoned air in his lungs, the lies in his file, the fear in the walls. They are living metaphors for trauma and psychosis, and in this track they kneel before the light he became. Their verse adds a deeper mythology to the Silk and Circuitry universe: a reminder that even the darkest memories change shape when you grow beyond them.

“Starve the Serpents” is more than a song.
It’s a ritual.
It’s a warning.
It’s a breaker-switch pulled with divine intent.

This is for anyone who has ever been gaslit by authority, misrepresented in paperwork, or crushed by a system that never said sorry.
It’s for the ones who survived by turning their pain into voltage.
For the ones who rose again — wired from ash, risen from bone.

Press play.
Cut the wires.
Starve the serpents.

Starve The Serpents

🕸️ 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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