“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

VELVET HELL / STATIC HEAVEN
by Silk & Circuitry feat. Silk Nun

This track hits like a resurrection through voltage.

A blast of male metalcore screams cuts straight through the mix — raw, blistered, and unmistakably human.
The Silk Nun counters with soft, melodic lines and whispered confessions, creating a collision between fire and breath.

The production blends industrial trap, glitch pulses, and cinematic darkness, moving like a cathedral wired into a power grid. Heavy 808s slam beneath distorted circuitry, while static flickers across the soundscape like broken halos.

Lyrically and sonically, this is a journey out of the wreckage — a fight through velvet hell toward something bright enough to burn the dark away.
A song about scars that still spark.
A song about refusing to bow.
A song about surviving loud.

For anyone who’s walked through their own shadows and didn’t come out quiet.


Velvet Hell Static Heaven

“Heavy Metal Justice” is a war cry in a hospital gown — a survivor’s scream from inside the machine.
This track is built from lived experience: misdiagnosis, medical gaslighting, corrupted systems, and the brutal cost of being right in a world that punishes truth.

Written by Silk & Circuitry from inside the storm, this piece pulls punches.
It documents the aftermath of being overdosed, accused, and abandoned by the very systems meant to protect. It’s about fighting for justice with nothing but memory and fire — when no one believes you, when your medical records lie, and when survival itself becomes a protest.

The verses are taken from real messages — raw, unedited expressions of rage, trauma, and defiance.
The beat pulses like a panic attack. The distortion mimics static in a broken MRI. The screams aren’t metaphors — they’re the sound of someone being silenced and choosing to make noise anyway.

This is for the ones who were misdiagnosed.
This is for the ones whose symptoms were blamed on “attitude” or “allergies.”
This is for those whose lives were dismissed with a shrug.
And for those still fighting to prove they deserved better.

“I am the blood test. I am the evidence.”
Play it loud. Burn the silence.


Collateral Damage

dark cinematic music“STOLEN YEARS” is a Silk & Circuitry long-format industrial testimony, a full, factual account of neurological trauma, medical failure, and the years lost after a preventable assault.

This track documents the real sequence of events that reshaped my brain and my life:

• a stable ADHD baseline
• a police incident during a medication comedown
• forced relocation to a men’s refuge
• carbon monoxide poisoning while unconscious
• sexual assault
• non-consensual methamphetamine injection
• vivid hallucinations and early psychosis
• the delayed neurological collapse weeks later
• the long-term cognitive damage and trauma
• ineffective treatment and antipsychotic suppression
• years of inconsistent functioning and self-medication
• a severe dental infection amplifying inflammation and dopamine depletion
• the withholding of ADHD medication at the worst possible time
• reliance on caffeine to stay functional
• the slow return of clarity after infection treatment
• the continued barriers to accessing proper stimulant therapy

This is not poetry.
This is not symbolism.
This is my medical history turned into an industrial anthem.

It is the first time the entire record has been laid out truthfully, chronologically, and publicly.

The song exists for three reasons:

1. To document what happened when no one else would.


2. To make the injuries impossible to ignore.


3. To reclaim the years that were taken.


If you’ve lived through medical gaslighting, ADHD medication being withheld, trauma-induced neurochemical collapse, or recovery that nobody believed in — this track is for you.

This song is evidence.
This song is testimony.
This song is the voice I never had in the room when it mattered.


STOLEN YEARS

Vengeance, Retribution, Justice, call it what you like. Same outcome.

This track is a reckoning carved in audio. A cold, methodical burn delivered with the calm of someone who’s read every page of their own medical file and found the villains clearly labelled.

“Vengeance / Retribution / Justice” is a spoken-word industrial monologue fused with glitch-trap cadence, a warning, a confession, and a data-driven purge. This is the sound of a man who was written into fiction by the people meant to protect him… and finally picked up the pen.

Every lyric is a strike at the systems that weaponised gossip, stitched rumours into diagnoses, and built entire case files from bedside whispers.
Every bar is a pulse of digital retaliation... quiet, surgical, and inevitable.

This isn’t violence.
This is truth wearing armour.

A Vietnamese-forged botnet humming like a halo.
A list of names printed in black ink.
A patient who learned to read the records and answer back.

This track lives in that perfect intersection between controlled fury and ascendant clarity, the moment where someone stops asking for justice and starts becoming it.

You don’t have to paint them pretty when they painted you as the monster.

This is the cleansing burn.
This is the poisoned air catching flame.
This is the outcome they wrote for you, rewritten in your own hand.

Same.
Fucking.
Outcome.


Vengeance / Retribution / Justice

📡 A psychological weapon disguised as a hymn. 📡

Silk & Circuitry descends into the deep jungle, where the canopy hums like a living motherboard and Solfeggio frequencies cut through the dark like sacred blades. Jungle Ghost Protocol is a battlefield incantation — half guerrilla warfare, half divine reboot — carried by tribal percussion, glitch-industrial atmospheres, and a female hacker-oracle whispering code like a spell.

This track mixes jungle ambience, Solfeggio weapon tones (396 • 417 • 528 • 852 • 963 Hz), cinematic trap elements, and sacred-industrial choirs. It walks the line between war chant and prayer, between thunder and static, between the ancient forest and the glowing circuitry under its skin.

A hymn for soldiers who fight with resonance instead of bullets.
A ritual for those who know the jungle listens back.
And a reminder: even gods step lightly in this canopy.

Headphones recommended.
Nerves optional.

Jungle Ghost Protocol

A photorealistic ambush in audio form.

Canopy Strike Vector drops you into a living, breathing jungle that thinks in code and hunts in frequencies.
This track blends dense rainforest atmosphere, tactical percussion, glitch-industrial textures, and divine cyber-feminine vocals into a psychological warfare ritual.

Predator-tone bass pulses.
Holographic whispers.
Solfeggio sequences spoken like kill commands—
four-one-seven, five-two-eight, nine-six-three.

The forest becomes a neural network.
The leaves become sensors.
The vocals become a guidance system for anyone walking through darkness with precision.

This is Silk & Circuitry in full psy-op mode:
humid, sacred, tactical, supernatural.

A soundtrack for moving like a shadow and thinking like a signal.

Headphones recommended.
Breath steady.
Step lightly.


Canopy Strike Vector

“DOT POINTS & PLACEBOS” is a pressure-valve anthem forged in the waiting rooms, hallways, and half-truths of a system that loves paperwork more than people.
This isn’t a diss track — it’s a diagnostic. A glitch in the clinic. A voltage spike in the circuitry.

It’s the sound of someone who’s been handed crumbs and called it care.
Someone who’s rebuilt themselves in the dark, only to be offered a placebo with a smile.
Someone who’s walked through storms with no manual, no map, and no margin for error — and somehow still came out upright.

This track captures that moment where frustration becomes fuel.
Where polite nodding collapses into static, and static becomes signal.
Where you stop pretending that “half a milligram of hope” is enough to rebuild a life.

It’s not about anger — it’s about clarity.
It’s about drawing a line between fear-based medicine and reality-based survival.
It’s about the voltage that lives inside you, the fire nobody sees until it flickers through the cracks.

Industrial trap drums, glitchpunk distortion, whispered threats, and cinematic rises — this is Silk & Circuitry tearing open the fluorescent ceiling and letting the electricity speak.

If you’ve ever felt dismissed, downplayed, misdiagnosed, minimized, or handed a treatment plan that felt like a joke — this song is yours.

Welcome to the static.
Welcome to the storm.
Welcome to DOT POINTS & PLACEBOS.

— Silk & Circuitry



Dot Points & Placebos

“STATIC PRESSURE RISING” is the moment after the crack forms.
The second before the voltage escapes the cage.
The point where silence stops being noble and starts becoming dangerous.

If Dot Points & Placebos was the warning shot, this track is the reactor breach.
A sonic weapon built out of every closed door, every pacifying half-dose, every moment you were told to “wait,” “be patient,” or “calm down” while the pressure inside you climbed toward critical mass.

This isn’t just a song.
It’s an overload protocol, a rising hum in the walls, a storm teaching itself to speak.

Heavy industrial trap percussion pounds like a heartbeat under strain.
Glitch-metal distortion fractures reality at the edges.
Cinematic sub-bass rolls in like a reactor waking up.
And through all of it — the voice.
Calm at first, then sharper, then undeniable.
The sound of someone who has finally stopped apologizing for the voltage running through their veins.

This track lives in the same world as Dot Points & Placebos, but deeper in the belly of the machine — where the wires sweat, the lights flicker, and the atmosphere itself feels electrically unstable.

“STATIC PRESSURE RISING” is for anyone who has:

been underestimated

been minimized

been dismissed as “too intense”

been labelled instead of listened to

been treated like a risk instead of a human being


It’s for the people who learned to rebuild themselves from scraps.
For those who carry storms under their ribcage and still walk upright.
For anyone who has ever had to become their own emergency response plan.

This is Silk & Circuitry at full charge:
loud, deliberate, unfiltered, and refusing to fit inside the dosage box drawn by someone else’s fear.

Turn it up.
Let the static rise.
Let the pressure speak for itself.

— Silk & Circuitry



Static pressure Rising

“Build the Sky” is an anthem forged from wreckage — a declaration that if the world won’t give you a place to stand, you build one yourself. This track rises from the bones of everything meant to break us. Every scar becomes scaffolding. Every failure becomes a brick. Every betrayal becomes another rung in the climb out of the valley.

This song is about the kind of resilience that isn’t polite or pretty — the kind you earn when you’ve been buried deep enough to taste the dirt. It’s about taking the weight of your past and stacking it higher than the people who put it there. It’s about building a tower so tall that when you finally stand at the edge, there’s no going back… only wings.

Silk & Circuitry channels raw survival into a cinematic, defiant, alt-trap sound. Driving drums, atmospheric pads, distorted synths, and orchestral swells collide beneath a vocal performance shaped by grit and rebirth. The chorus turns into a rallying cry:
“Stack the hurt, brick after brick, ’til hurt becomes the sky.”

This track is for anyone who’s climbed out of a place they were never meant to escape. For anyone who turned trauma into architecture. For anyone who jumped — not because they wanted to fall, but because they finally deserved to fly.

Welcome to the tower.
Welcome to the skyline we built ourselves.
This is the sound of wings breaking through bone and becoming something holy.



Build The Sky

🕸️ 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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