Neon flesh, wired to pulse
Static kiss between your lips

Hollow drum in your silhouette
You speak in chrome, I sweat regret
Your voice a razor in the haze
Cuts the night into half forgotten days

We’re fembots, glitching on desire
Speakers bleed our fire

Electric skin, I taste the surge
Between flesh and circuit merge
No escape — you pull me in
In your neon, I begin

Raw circuits, naked code
I dissolve where you implode
Mirror noise, mirror touch
We decay, we clutch

Neon flesh, wired to pulse
Between flesh and circuit merge

We’re fembots (Electro Clash reload)

Ink stains spread where the borders froze
Maps fold twice, then the truth gets closed
Papers glow white while the ground corrodes
Every treaty cracked when the power imposed

Steel pens scribble on a coffin lid
Flags rise high when the rights forbid
Landmark lines shift under every bid
Voices get trimmed when the state gets rid
Old debts linger in the archive dust
New laws shine but the roots combust
Colonial scripts still shape the crust
History bleeds through a polished trust
Paper smiles wide when the blade’s concealed
Policy strikes where the scorched earth yields
Names wiped clean on a flattened field
Truth steps back when the ink gets sealed

Ink on the page while the wounds stay raw
Land erased smooth like a courtroom draw
Words look clean but the marrow saw
Broken treaties bite harder than the empire’s law

Maps redraw when the night turns red
Claims get filed while the witness bled
Pacts sound firm but the soil said “dead”
Silence rises where the footsteps spread
Borders drift thin in a cabinet room
Voices go missing in a legal tomb
Promises bloom then collapse too soon
Every seal pressed tight like a firing boom
Rights get folded in a clerk’s routine
Power walks straight through a ghost unseen
Stolen ground hums like a fractured machine
Legacy screams under paper sheen

Ink on the page while the wounds stay raw
Land erased smooth like a courtroom draw
Words look clean but the marrow saw
Broken treaties bite harder than the empire’s law

Papers claimed calm while the soil shook
Maps carved lines with a butcher’s look
Charters masked theft in a lawful book
Courts praised peace while the borders took
Parliaments cheered as the names dissolved
Decrees stayed sharp while the clans revolved
Governments smiled with a case resolved
History cracked where the claim evolved
Cabinets drafted a hollow decree
Councils marked lands that were never free
Agents pressed stamps where the blood ran deep
Ledgers kept quiet what the graves won’t keep

Ink on the page while the wounds stay raw
Land erased smooth like a courtroom draw
Words look clean but the marrow saw
Broken treaties bite harder than the empire’s law

Ink turns cold when the flags parade
Truth holds fire that the lies can’t fade
Broken treaties rise where the bones were laid
Every step forward walks through a stolen shade

Broken Treaties

Les murs respirent sous le béton
Mes pas se perdent dans l'abandon
Je porte l’ombre que je retiens
Un fil coupé entre mes mains

Reste là
Dans le souffle qui tremble en moi
Sous la pluie qui brouille ma voix
Reste là
Quand la ville efface mes traits
Et que la nuit sait qui je suis vraiment

Les vitres vibrent comme un secret
Le vent murmure tout ce que je tais
Je glisse lentement hors du plan
Comme un reflet qui s’éteint doucement

Reste là
Dans le souffle qui tremble en moi
Sous la pluie qui brouille ma voix
Reste là
Quand la ville efface mes traits
Et que la nuit sait qui je suis vraiment

Je vois des traces que rien n’explique
Les rues me parlent en codes cryptiques
Je marche entre deux mondes fermés
Sans savoir quel côté va céder

Reste là
Dans le souffle qui tremble en moi
Sous la pluie qui brouille ma voix
Reste là
Quand la ville efface mes traits
Et que la nuit sait qui je suis vraiment

Reste là

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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