This song was born from a a place of emotional exhaustion-that moment you stop waiting for someone to change, and start choosing yourself. Dont forget to check out the Music Video on YouTube and let me know your thoughts! Link Below =)

Anymore

A fun rock anthem for anyone who has ever been in an irrational relationship fight. 

The Fight

They never asked to be believed.
They just lit the way and disappeared.

Fireflies.

A cinematic blues instrumental that unfolds like a storm—slow, steady, and powerful. “The Longest Rain” blends haunting melodies with a steady pulse, evoking memories of distant roads, unresolved longing, and emotional perseverance. At just over 4 minutes, it’s a moody journey through rhythm and reflection—perfect for late-night drives and introspective moments.

The Longest Rain (Remastered)

Chiral

Roots

She opened the door with that don’t-even-start look
Took a drag from her vape like a lost holy book
Said, “You can come in, but don’t mean I forgive”
I took off my boots, still dying to live

She curled like smoke in a sun-stained bed
I fixed her coffee, but drank mine with dread
Our boy was dreaming, the fan was low
I held my breath like it’d change what I know

Not ready…
Not ready…
Not ready…
Not ready…

And I’m not ready to protect myself
Still bowing down to a broken spell
Truth in my chest like a rusted bell
I’m not ready
Still not ready
To protect myself

Bro you back there again? In her bed like nothin’ broke?
She ghosted your soul, left ash in your throat
You call it love, I call it bait
You build her a temple, she locked the gate

She touches my hand like I’m heat, not flesh
Then backs away like the air got fresh
She builds the distance with soft demands
And I burn for mercy I don’t understand

Her scent in the room, I forget who I am
Like none of the damage was part of the plan
I feel so safe, I could fall asleep
Still hoping she’ll whisper “you can stay with me”

I tore my name from every page
That held us locked in love or rage
I bent the night just to fit her frame
But she never once said mine by name

You love her like she’s the last place you ever felt calm
But peace built on pain ain’t peace, it’s a bomb
You pray she asks you to stay
But if she did – what would you say?

I pray in silence, jaw to the floor
Wrestling with gods I don’t beg anymore
My friends say “Let go”—but what do they know?
They’ve never slept next to a shadow

And I’m not ready to protect myself
Still wearin’ wounds I swore I’d shelve
Each breath’s a blade, each look’s a spell
I’m not ready
Still not ready
To protect myself

I’ve loved her longer than time allows
Buried my hope under whispered vows
There’s a fire in me I can’t control
And it feeds on what I’ll never hold

She ain’t your home, just a room with a scent
You laid down your armor where your fire got spent
But you still bleed every time you try
To hold her like truth when it’s just goodbye

I wear the weight like second skin
Too tired to break, too worn to win
Not even me can carry me now
I’m a ghost that won’t lie down
Still she bends
Still it ends

And I’m not ready to protect myself
Still standin’ deep in her private hell
I scream in silence, I ache, I yell—
But I’m not ready
Still not ready
To protect myself

UNREADY

Ce n’est jamais facile, quand personne ne te voit vraiment
Juste ce signe de tête silencieux—deux amis, perdus dans le bruit, une entente muette
Quand elle te regarde, impossible de savoir—voit-elle à travers toi, dans ton âme, ou ne regarde-t-elle même pas?
Elle observe le monde, mais personne ne la remarque

Un canapé où nul n’est invité
Parfois, même pas lui
Il est tombé amoureux de la mauvaise, pense-t-elle : trop sauvage, trop folle, trop dangereuse, trop dure
«Éloigne-toi d’elle », répétait-elle—à lui, aux autres, ou juste au vent—
Qu’importe, c’était mal pour lui, à chaque fois
Elle attend qu’il pose sa casquette
Sur sa tête, pas sur le côté

Elle aime ce bout de béton
Où l’eau noie les secrets
Là où repose l’ami du géant à la casquette
Sous le silence, sous le regret, un éclat de rire

On l’appelle—hautain bitch,
On murmure—« la fière »,
Mais regarde mieux—
Coolie ou cheffe, ombre ou lumière,
Ennemie, amie, briseuse ou sauveuse
Toujours un nom, jamais la vraie
Jamais vraiment vue
Mais elle n’est rien de tout cela
Elle est juste…
Meen-dyyyy—yyyy !
Meen-dyyyy—yyyy !

Elle vit avec son fils, monde minuscule
Entourée de regards qui ne voient rien
Sa façon d’être, ce qu’elle porte
Jamais on ne pensera comme elle
Elle avance, fardeau invisible
Fière, parfois seule
Toujours en mouvement

Il y eut un temps, pas si lointain
Jeune femme, presque enfant
Elle a grandi trop vite
Le sol est dur, les yeux aussi,
Mais bon pour l’âme
Cigarettes, poker, cartes ouvertes
Travaille pour survivre,
Cible un jour, sauveuse le lendemain
Toujours à table, cartes sur le tapis

On l’appelle—hautain bitch,
Mais qui sait ce qu’elle porte en elle ?
Qui devine ses rêves ou ses peurs ?
Coolie ou cheffe, ombre ou lumière,
Ennemie, amie, briseuse ou sauveuse
Toujours vue de loin
Mais jamais vraiment vue
Elle n’est rien de tout cela
Elle est juste…
Meen-dyyyy—yyyy !

Meen-dyyyy—yyyy !

Coolie ou cheffe, ombre ou lumière,
Ennemie, amie, mère ou sauveuse
Jamais vraiment vue…

On l’appelle—hautain bitch,
Mais regarde-la—
Coolie ou cheffe, ombre ou lumière,
Ennemie, amie, briseuse ou sauveuse
Toujours un mot, jamais la vraie
Et pourtant, jamais vraiment vue
Mais elle n’est rien de tout cela
Elle est juste…
Meen-dyyyy—yyyy !

Mais elle n’est rien de tout cela
Elle est juste…
Meen-dyyy..

Hautain bitch

Le calme s’installe après la tempête,
Le silence chuchote — sans amour, sans regret.

J’ai marché parmi les ruines du temps,
Cherchant la vérité dans les signes effacés.
Dans la fureur du feu et la grâce de la mer,
J’ai vu mon reflet dans le miroir du voyage.

Je reviens — changée à jamais.
Le monde porte toutes raisons, toutes blessures.
L’équilibre brûle dans une lumière vivante,
Non pas dans le silence… mais dans le combat.

Masu rawa suna dawowa
Zuciyata ta canza har abada
Duniya tana da dalilai duka
Daidaito yana rayuwa cikin wutar haske

L’âme danse là où régnaient les ombres,
Sous un ciel vaste, infini, muet.
Le passé enlace le présent comme une vague,
Et Dieu regarde — témoin de ce qui fut.

Sunaye na shawagi cikin iska
Echo ya sauko kamar ruwan sama
Les noms flottent dans l’air…
L’écho descend comme une pluie douce…

Je suis revenue — ma voix est devenue lumière.
L’équilibre n’est pas silence, mais éveil.
Un feu vivant… une voix sans fin.

Na dawo, muryata haske ce
Daidaito ba shiru ba ne, farkawa ne
Wuta mai rai, muryar har abada

Souviens-toi de mon nom porté par le vent…
Je suis un murmure éternel.

Ka tuna da ni cikin iska
Murmushi na har abada

Après la Tempête, la Danse

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“Lines He Shouldn't Cross” dives deep into the tension between impulse and restraint. Driven by raw guitar textures and haunting vocals, the song captures that moment when someone pushes too far—emotionally, morally, or relationally. It's a reflection on regret, boundaries, and the lines we all learn not to cross… sometimes too late.”

Lines he shouldn’t cross

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Solayn is a shadow in the spotlight.
Born from cracked masks and quiet wounds, this project blends alternative rock with haunting synths, restrained falsetto, and cinematic atmosphere.
Each song is a chapter—stories of silence, beauty in ruin, and the weight we hide behind grace.
No answers. Just echoes.

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