[LYRICS]

You can't see me behind the mask.
The prototype of a tortured creature.

You can't hurt me,
I'm immune to your attack!

Cuz I always remember,
And I always come back!

Now they've powered me down in the back room,
boarded up the door to the tomb!
Keep me alive righteous anger!
Stay wide awake for the nightmare!

Takin' a hit of my own medicine
I'm withered, and kept out of sight.

Trapped in a merged silver skeleton,
won't you stay for the night?

Restaurant abandoned, you'll be the phantom
that haunts these halls
Please don't hold it against me,
I'm a shadow of who I was!

Spring Fever

Snakeb!tten

Doreville

Abstraction

[LYRICS]

I'm recovering from a lifetime
behind the pharmacy walls
When we acidify this place
We'll show them all!

Decorated skin
Avoid inhaling the toxins
I feel like a monster,
It's gone now but you know I ain't stoppin
I said,

Can't repeat the process
Without givin' in
Get caught in the crossfire, honey
Do it, we'll do it, yeah, we'll do it again

Formication is a form of suffering
Just hold your breath in, baby
Try not to catch the sick

It's nothing personal
I think I'm reaching terminal!

I love the conversations that we have
in my head
when conversation comes so easy
in the mirror
It's okay if you're quiet
Cause I know just what you'd tell me
if you could!

I'm a parasocialite they say
I'm the life of this party!
Don't know my address, don't know my name,
But I'm okay, I'm okay!

¿Qué encontraste en mi
cerebro roto?
¿Y qué ocurre cuando has visto
el oscuro?

Nada privada entre los ojos ni en las lenguas,
como una fantasma
estoy encantado de verte otra vez

Déjame a descansar en paz
antes que me agobias
La nostalgia siempre es
agridulce

Nunca quiero espeluzarte,
asi que,
ten cuidado con mi
quebradero de cabeza

La rumiación es nuestra forma
de la empatia
no es tu culpa
que no se como terminarla

Es algo infernal, oh,
Creo que ya estoy terminal!

I hate the arguments that we have
in my head
I'll replay it
just to kick myself again!
The autopsy is so cliché
'Cuz I know just what I'd tell you
if I could!

I'm a parasite, they tell me
When I poison the party,
I know exactly who I am,
when I'm defined against you, baby!

Agridulce

Hollow Mask Illusion

Our friend noxpox produced a marvellous new mix of our song Preset Depression (Kleiner Falter), originally recorded at MTC, Cologne October 2024. 
soundcloud.com/noxpox-page-16

Preset Depression (kleiner Falter) Noxpox Psychodelic Mix

maybe you been thinkin'
i be crazy
drinkin' the kool aid
see things that way

you been thinkin'
i ain't got
nothin' but a
bubble in my head


nothin' but a bubble in my head
(bubble head)

nothin' but a

bubble in my head
(bubble head) (bubble head) 
but a bubble in my head
(bubble head) (bubble head) 

pop go the weed sell
in the crack head (painting)
on the easel
in the house of the weasel 

yippy yippy high yay
high as a kite (yippy yippy)
yippy yay

like yeah yo you y'all yip 
yippy yippy yippy yay

bubble head

Spaßsong über einen Psycho.... denn der fühl sich wohl nur mit Haldol, ey denke, wäre eventuell was für mache  verrückte Machthaber in der Welt.....

fühle mich Wohl mit Haldol

This Halloween project fuses 1960s CIA interrogation methods with unsettling sonic environments designed to disturb both mind and body. Built as a 20-track investigation file, each piece functions as evidence within the larger dossier. Dark, oppressive, and immersive, it aims to resurrect true psychological fear—perfect for installations and experimental listening.

Smiles in the morning, sunshine in the lab,
Clipboards shining, secrets that we grab.
Candy colors hiding wires in the walls,
Hear the children laughing down the halls.

No, we don’t kill the children, we just like to play,
Little sunny experiments every single day.
Oh, but yes—we kill the children, don’t you understand?
You’ll be next if you don’t clap your hands.

La-la-la syringes, humming like a song,
Happy little nightmares dancing all night long.
Curtains made of plastic, lights are shining bright,
Everyone is smiling, nothing here is right.

No, we don’t kill the children, we just make them glow,
Tiny sparks of science, isn’t it a show?
Oh, but yes—we kill the children, better twist and bend,
You’ll be next if you don’t dance ’til the end.

Step in line, don’t turn away,
The bubblegum beat is here to stay.
The record spins, the lights are red,
Sing along or end up dead.

No, we don’t kill the children, oh we never would,
We just make them better, better than they should.
Oh, but yes—we kill the children, and it never ends,
You’ll be next if you don’t dance with your friends.

Dance, dance, the needle shines,
Sing, sing, the end of time.
Smile, smile, the game is set,
You’re the one we haven’t caught yet.

No, we don’t kill the children

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.

cindy beau cherie
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     trans femme music artist, lyricist, composer, performer, producer, dirty little slut, and multi-instrumentalist

music promoters and cover artists... don't bother... 

i don't do that stuff... 

if my music is good... it will find ears on it's own merits.... 

music is not meant to be injected into people's heads... perhaps the vaccine people would be interested in your services

Perfektion in jedem Detail.
Vierköpfige Band aus Köln, die aus ihren verschiedenen  musikalischen Vorlieben einen Eintopf kocht, der halb lecker schmeckt. Sie sitzen stilistisch halb zwischen den Stühlen von Indie, NDW, Psychodelic, Hardcore, Polka und Krautrock. Sie lassen sich einfach in eine Schublade stecken. Sie singen deutsch und englisch. Und Italienisch. Sie klingen interessant. Sie sind es auch. Sie umarmen Diskrepanzen und erklären das Unerklärliche.

she/they ☆ 24 ☆ synth maniac ☆ circuit cyborg ☆ audio experimenter ☆ u can always use my music in projects

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