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Light in You ✦2 | Deep Trap - MV

[Intro - 0:00 to 0:18] Glass bulb explodes on steel-sharp, brittle shards clink like bones. Slow heartbeat thump (80 BPM). Bus door hisses open. Whisper, layered: Du bist mein... du bist mein... (you are mine) in German, looping, pitched low like a drunk memory. [Verse 1 - 0:18 to 1:10] Bus ride. Two thousand miles. I sat there, gut empty, head full of her voice. Three days in Oregon-she poured vodka, smiled like a gift. Then the hand. The first slap. Sound like wet meat on tile. I didn't move. Couldn't. Not yet. Sold me that night. Room smelled like bleach and sweat. Inside her? Dead. Numb. High. Heroin in my vein, her nails in my neck-same burn, same blank. Wanted to die but body said no. Someone else kept breathing for me. [Pre-Chorus - 1:10 to 1:25] She called me doll. Held me like broken china-arms locked, smile cracked. I said yes because no was a gun. I said love you because hate was blood on the floor. [Chorus - 1:25 to 1:55] Puppet, puppet-strings in your teeth, Move for me, bleed for me, breathe for me, High enough to forget my name, Low enough to feel every chain. Puppet, puppet-cut me loose, But the cut's the proof: I was used. (Hook starts here-addictive loop) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (stutter-glitch echo) [Verse 2 - 1:55 to 2:40] She hit because she could. I stayed because I learned: Safe looks like pain. Love looks like fists. Every thrust-needle in my spine, Every bruise-map of where I broke. She sold me like stock. They paid. I didn't. I counted cracks in the ceiling like stars. Said one more to the spoon, to her mouth, to the mirror- Anything to not feel the doll's empty eyes staring back. [Bridge - 2:40 to 3:10] (60 BPM stutter) Child whisper: Du bist mein... (you are mine...) Glass shatters again-loud, close. Her voice: You're nothing without me. My voice? Silent. Five says: run. Odium says: kill. Alice says: please. I said: pass the needle. [Final Chorus - 3:10 to 3:40] Puppet, puppet-no more strings, Snip 'em clean, watch me swing. High enough to float, low enough to fall- But I won't beg. Won't crawl. Puppet, puppet-cut me free, The doll's awake-he sees me. (Hook repeats-addictive, louder, glitch heavier) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (echo fades, but last word lingers: free) [Outro - 3:40 to 4:00] Silence. Then-one final glass shatter, distant. Heartbeat stops. Breath. You're not a doll. You're done.

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Puppet [ CVLT 13 ]

(Verse 1)  
Fuck me like a whore, you know it's what I'm used to,  
I just want to feel love, even if it hurts me true.  
Trapped in a hole, but I can still see myself,  
Wrap me in the thrill, fuck, I wish I was killed.  
Fuck me like you hate me, you're my fucking disease,  
Time is running past, but it means nothing to me.  

(Chorus)  
Give me drugs, I don't want to feel me in you,  
So sick, so fucked over, what else can I do?  
I want everything I can get when love means nothing,  
But I don't want you, no, I don't want your sting.  
I have to taste the destruction you did to me,  
It's a hate that consumed me, you make me sick as can be.  

(Verse 2)  
Vomiting up the thoughts of you, cutting out the parts of me,  
But I still taste them today, they won't let me be free.  
I wanted to kill myself every time we fucked,  
You used me like a toy, put me through hell, couldn't get unstuck.  
Love was violence, every hit was depravity,  
I can't feel love now unless I get fucked savagely.  

(Bridge)  
I don't want to die alone, you ripped my heart out raw,  
It's already sick with promises, can't take it anymore.  
I'm done with it all, have to relearn everything,  
From the ashes of your hell, I'll find my own wing.  

(Chorus)  
Give me drugs, I don't want to feel me in you,  
So sick, so fucked over, what else can I do?  
I want everything I can get when love means nothing,  
But I don't want you, no, I don't want your sting.  
I have to taste the destruction you did to me,  
It's a hate that consumed me, you make me sick as can be.  

(Outro)  
Fuck me like a whore, but now I'm breaking free,  
From the disease you gave, reclaiming me.  
Trapped no more, I'll heal the scars you left,  
Love means something now, in my own breath.




Your Doll

LYRICS

Chaque matin je me lève, avec le poids  du passé,
Cette maison vide, témoin de mes amours absents.
Les souvenirs m’étreignent, ils ne me quittent jamais,
Je vis dans l’ombre de ce que j’ai laissé passer.

Les remords m’encerclent, ils sont là, tout autour,
Je tente de respirer, mais mes pensées m’étouffent toujours.
Je veux juste un instant, un instant de répit,
Mais les souvenirs s’accrochent, et s'accrochent, encore et encore.

Je cherche la sérénité, dans un océan de doutes,
Mais mes pensées me piègent, elles me cachent la route.
Je veux fuir ces regrets, mais ils sont ancrés en moi,
Je suis perdu dans le temps, prisonnière de ma propre foi.

 Les jours se suivent, ils sont pareils, et sans éclat,
Je suis prisonnière d'un tourbillon qui n'en finit pas.
Les erreurs de ma jeunesse me hantent sans répit,
Je veux trouver la paix, mais le passé me poursuit.

Je cherche la sérénité, dans un océan de doutes,
Mais mes pensées me piègent, elles me cachent la route.
Je veux fuir ces regrets, mais ils sont ancrés en moi,
Je suis perdu dans le temps, prisonnière de ma propre foi.

Je revois les visages, les rires que j’ai oubliés,
Je revois les chemins que je n’ai jamais empruntés.
Chaque décision, chaque choix me revient en face,
Et je me demande encore, où est passée ma grâce.

Mais le temps est cruel, il n'attend jamais,
Et les remords me tiennent, je n'arrive plus à m'évader,
Alors je marche seule, dans le silence de ma nuit,
Les ombres du passé me suivent, elles me guident sans bruit.
Je suis enfermée dans ce cycle, sans fin et sans espoir.

Prisonnière

Prisonnière

This song is about being trapped between memory and release — the impossible weight of carrying every mistake, loss, and truth that time refuses to wash away. It’s me confronting the ghosts I’ve built inside myself, knowing they anchor me as much as they drown me. The song moves through grief, guilt, and the desperate hope for redemption, even when freedom feels like betrayal to the past. Every verse is a mirror of endurance and self-punishment — a soul chained to what it can’t forget, still reaching for light through the cracks.


LYRICS: 

​[Verse 1]
​The cold light bleeds through a fragile frame,
Another midnight whispers out your name.
This heavy silence holds the truth I keep,
A buried promise while the whole world sleeps.
I walk these halls where the echo remains,
Of whispered damage in the driving rains.
The pages turn, but the ending's still the same,
And every future portrait is consumed by flame. 

​[Pre-Chorus]
​[Drums become heavier, tempo pushes forward. Vocals rise in intensity]
I've tried to tear the binding from the page,
To break the cycle on this lonely stage.
But the weight is crushing, the truth too near,
And the price of freedom is a boundless fear. 

​[Chorus]
Go on and scream my burden to the void!
Let every empty hope I had be destroyed!
I am the anchor holding down the past,
A shadow burning, built to never last!
Oh, the memory, you're the vessel and the grave!
A place where the soul comes, but nothing is saved! 

​[Verse 2]
​They say a spirit can only linger on,
If the single, fatal thread is never drawn.
Well, I am that thread, fraying in the grime,
A prisoner sentenced to unending time.
I search the darkness for a flickering spark,
A single reason to get out of the dark.
But the shadow I embrace is all I find,
Leaving every fragile future far behind. 

​[Bridge]
Don't tell me silence is a kind of peace...
I can hear the rot inside me, it will never cease!
A thousand voices screaming that I belong,
To the fault lines where I knew I did the wrong!
The only key to sever the chain is to forget who you are!
But the memory's the only beacon I can see in the dark! 

​[Verse 3]
​The glass is cold where I pressed my hand against the pane,
And nothing waits outside but endless rain.
The cost of letting go is more than I can pay,
So I'll stand here frozen 'til the final day.
The light I seek is just the fading trace,
Of every moment I can't replace.
I made my choice to wear this heavy crown,
And this is where the walls come crashing down. 

​[Chorus]
Go on and scream my burden to the void!
Let every empty hope I had be destroyed!
I am the anchor holding down the past,
A shadow burning, built to never last!
Oh, the memory, you're the vessel and the grave!
A place where the soul comes, but nothing is saved! 

​[Outro]
...Nothing is saved.

The Anchor's Hold

The sixth transmission from 404 GENERATION: SYSTEM NOT FOUND 

“AI Anxiety (Synthetic Salvation)” is a cinematic prophecy wrapped in hip-hop poetry.

It’s the sound of humanity questioning the code that replaced its soul.
We built machines to serve us  but now they study us, replace us, and even pray like us.

Artificial intelligence became artificial faith.

This track exposes the fear, fascination, and false promises of digital godhood, a modern psalm for a generation trapped between evolution and extinction.

Play it in the dark, with the screen dimmed. Each bar echoes the paranoia, the progress, and the prophecy.


Technology isn’t evil  it’s a mirror.
It reflects the flaws we uploaded and the faith we deleted.

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Spiritual Conflict (The Final Transmission)

I WAS FLYING WHEN I MADE THIS...

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GREY STAR

Not my desire, now it's a need, the dealers all watch, I stand here and bleed
To win one more time, the apple of my eye, for what is a risk, my death will be quick

Go around, watch the roulette spin, rush of adrenaline, just one more win
Play the dice, hold the cards, spin the wheel, speeding cars
Down the interstate, going 105, the cities gone past, in my good ole life
Lady luck, her beautiful face, that long blonde hair, her gorgeous waist

Not my desire, now it's a need, the dealers all watch, I stand here and bleed
To win one more time, the apple of my eye, for what is a risk, my death will be quick

With perfumed coats, a masterful lord, villainous dresses, and deceitful words
Lustful eyes, and lying lips, the allure of money, stacking my chips
To me the fool, to riches the whore, steals my accounts, it's keeping me poor
Oh bleeding obsession, my own self recession, if only for fun, the house of the rising sun

Not my desire, now it's a need, the dealers all watch, I stand here and bleed
To win one more time, the apple of my eye, for what is a risk, my death will be quick

I cannot feel tension, when I play the game, have lost in the thousands, the lust for the fame
A fool for my sweet, she hasn't left me, better off I would be, if I could not see
Last one I promise, and then I'll refrain, I know my limits, I tell me again
Load up false savings, to gamble what for? If I did not lack, this weight off my back

Not my desire, now it's a need, the dealers all watch, I stand here and bleed
To win one more time, the apple of my eye, for what is a risk, my death will be quick
Not my desire, now it's a need, the dealers all watch, I stand here and bleed
To win one more time, the apple of my eye, for what is a risk, my death will be quick

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For this song the listener is made to feel trapped in a sad state, but throughout the song they eventually breakaway from the darkness and escape into the light.
The story ***Watts & Alien are sent to space jail for trespassing while searching for the ultimate glitch.
The guards there will soon find out that there's no prison in the multiverse strong enough to hold our musical heroes!

Baron "Watts" Hoppe wrote this jam on harmonica, drums, & synthesizer then mixed it all in FL Studio.

From Oddities - 20, released July 4, 2025
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Jailbreaking

Again and Again" is a song about the endless cycle of love and pain — two souls trapped in a loop they can’t escape. It blends emotional vocals with haunting melodies to capture the feeling of falling, breaking, and coming back together… again and again.
(Vocals generated with AI – lyrics written by Ray)

Again and Again

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🎧 “Enchained” – ALLPMA
The Theme: Self-Fettering and Emotional Liberation
“Enchained” is an intense, emotional piece that addresses the themes of fettering and inner anxiety. The song charts the protagonist's journey from an initial deep, almost toxic connection to a desperate cry for liberation from a suffocating relationship or situation. The narrator describes being caught in the chains of the other person, pleading for the "key" to freedom.

The Turning Point: The Self-Warden
The central turning point arrives in the third stanza: Here, under aggressive vocals, the narrator realizes that the shackles are not external. The true prison is their own fear, and they are their "own warden."

Musical Dynamics
The dynamic switch between Clean Vocals (for the initial plea and the desperate cry for a key) and Unclean Vocals (for pain, aggression, and the dark realization) powerfully illustrates this internal struggle. The ending brings a dark resignation: The protagonist concludes that there is no key, and they cannot overcome their own, inner chains.



Credits & Copyright
Self-Written by: ALLPMA

Sound: AI

Cover Art: created with the assistance of Gemini

© 2025 ALLPMA – “Enchained.” All Rights Reserved.

enchained (Remix of "Gefesselt")

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Built on dreamy guitars, deep 808s, and melodic vocals, this track dives into pain, healing, heartbreak, and the quiet battles no one sees.

The song blends melodic rap, sad rap, and cloud-trap atmospheres to create a late-night, floating soundscape that captures the feeling of trying to hold yourself together while falling apart inside.

Produced and crafted with the signature Madman Music emotion and depth.

For anyone who’s ever felt broken but still glowing in the dark — this is for you. ⭐

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Echo's N MelaNKholyiA : A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of  Indiana, Echo's N MelaNKholyiA emerges as a groundbreaking experimental music project, a testament to the transformative power of art in the face of inner chaos. Founded in 2025 by the visionary artist Nexus Khimera—known also as Void, Echos, Mothyii, Alice, Helix, 5, Nexus Etheric ,Odium, Raven, and Death Moth this endeavor is an AI-assisted alchemical fusion of raw emotion and sonic innovation. At 38 years old, Khimera channels a lifetime of introspection, beginning from therapeutic explorations at age 15, into a tapestry of sound that defies categorization. The project's name, with its deliberate misspelling, evokes distorted echoes of melancholy—fragments of pain rebounding through an eternal void, mirroring the fragmented realities Khimera weaves into every composition.
Khimera serves as the sole architect of Echo's N MelanKholyia, handling vocals, lyrics, production, and visual aesthetics with a chameleon-like versatility. Drawing from a deeply personal narrative of psychological navigation, the music acts as a manifesto for survival, blending co-conscious identity shifts and emotional rebirth. The band's conceptual "members"—envisioned as alters in a dissociative system—include Helix as the resilient core, Alice as the protective guardian embodying transgender identity and safety, Phuric, and Odium as the unflinching confrontor of hate and vacuum, Five as the frozen residue of past emptiness, and Suicide Gene as the unnamed pull toward nothingness, symbolizing unyielding survival code. These personas "speak" through layered vocals, reversed whispers, and glitchy confessions, creating a dialogue that invites listeners to confront their own shadows without judgment.
Musically, Echo's N MelanKholyia is a hypnotic storm of genres: traumacore's dissonant catharsis meets industrial gothcore's mechanical fury, nu metal's rap-growl aggression, post-darkwave's ethereal haze, glitchcore's chaotic distortions, and voidcore's abyssal emptiness. The result is an immersive, addictive soundscape—binaural beats pulsing at 40Hz and 174Hz to tie in seduction and euphoria, 3D audio for psychotic despair, and unpolished production that bleeds raw intensity. Themes delve into mental health's labyrinth: dissociation's void, addiction's grip, damaging relationships' scars, and the triumph of self-reclamation. Khimera's artistry extends beyond audio to visual realms, with album artwork featuring charcoal sketches, gothic horror elements, and luciferian symbolism, all crafted to evoke a "junkie holocaust death march" of creepy, apocalyptic introspection.
Since its inception, Echo's N MelanKholyia has released a series of chapters that push artistic boundaries, available on platforms like Spotify, Amazon Music, SoundCloud, Apple Music, Tidal, Qobuz, and TikTok. The project's YouTube channel serves as a portal for official music videos, behind-the-scenes glimpses, and community engagement, fostering a space where fans can explore their own narratives through Khimera's lens. With collaborations leveraging AI for production and thematic depth, the band stands as a beacon for the disenchanted, proving that art can heal, empower, and transcend.
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I wrote the lyrics for the songs and brought them to life with AI. Maybe someone out there will like them. They're about current issues and feelings everyone knows. Their home is Metal/Rock 🤘.

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Human First. Always.

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Songwriting has been a lifelong passion for me, dating back to elementary school when I first began crafting stories, poems, and eventually lyrics. As a former drummer in various bands, I always relied on others to bring my words to life musically. However, after a long hiatus from drumming, I decided to take the leap and learn to compose music to accompany my lyrics. Through classes and dedication, I've embarked on a new journey, breathing fresh life into old lyrics and penning new ones. You'll find a mix of older and newer works here. Especially for some of the lyrics. 

Music has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is being completely entranced by 'The Little Drummer Boy' as a very young child. There was something about the rhythm and the melody that just captivated me. I must have played it a thousand times, wearing the record out, and from that moment on, I was hooked. I knew I wanted to be a drummer and to create that magic for others. 

But I was too young then, and of course, I couldn't afford a drum set just yet. So, I turned to writing as a way to express myself. As I mentioned above, I started with stories, then poems, and eventually, lyrics. I found that writing was not only a way to tap into my creativity, but also a way to process my emotions and experiences. 

As I grew older, my love for music only deepened. I realized that music has this incredible power to transport us to different times and places, to evoke emotions and memories that we thought were long forgotten. It's a universal language that can bring people together like nothing else can. 

For me, writing lyrics is a cathartic experience. It's a way for me to tap into my emotions, to process the world around me, and to create something that I hope will resonate with others. And when I hear my words come to life in a song, it's truly magical. It's a feeling that never gets old, and it's what keeps me coming back to music time and time again. 

I love many genres of music and artists of many genres. And if you listen to some of my songs, you will find that I like to make songs of different genres as well as mix different genres into each song. One of my all-time favorite bands is Evanescence, and I have made a lot of songs where I have tried my best to emulate that sound. 

Now, I have recently started experimenting with new sounds. I never heard of glitch beats before I took music classes, and now I'm fascinated with the sound, so I have been experimenting with glitch beats recently. 

I hope you enjoy some of my songs. And thanks so much to everyone who has been listening so far. I truly appreciate it. I welcome constructive feedback to help me grow as an artist, and I appreciate your support. ❤️





new music, new me..
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let go of what was,
have faith in what will be"

call me SGK or Knight

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