A spoken-word industrial trap transmission from the shadows of Greymouth’s broken systems. This track isn’t fiction and it isn’t theatre — it’s evidence set to bass. Silk & Circuitry delivers a cold, cinematic broadcast in the style of an Anonymous warning: low, modulated narration layered over glitch bursts, metallic percussion, and heavy atmospheric drones.

This piece documents the quiet rot behind Greymouth’s white coats and Mental Health offices: the refuge that gassed him, the injection used to silence him, the cover-ups, the fear, the rumours dressed up as “procedure.” A regional health system that chose paperwork over people. A prosecution built on delirium, withdrawal, and untreated blood poisoning. No criminal record. No violence. Just a man nearly killed by the same institutions that later claimed he was the threat.

Haunting female vocals cut through the static like a siren in the fog, contrasting the icy broadcast tone with raw human weight. The result is a hybrid of protest poetry, cinematic trap, hacker-style manifesto, and trauma testimony.

This is not a threat.
This is documentation.
A flare fired into the sky for anyone willing to look past the town’s curated silence.

Silk & Circuitry.
A voice they tried to bury.
A signal they failed to jam.


Expect The Truth

🕸️ 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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