Hello? 

Who are you? 

Don't you know?

BPD

I'm Your DID
Look in the mirror and see who you are 

We are you helping you survive 

Can't trust the world we help you let go

Burying the pain in amnesic memories

You don't remember 

But we know all you hide 

Ten years passes with no memories of what I did  

15 - 17

Nineteen to twenty nine,  years a blanks space no time no place no face 

Walking in a empty space I called my home 

A world inside 

While I ran on autopilot 

High out within my mind I hide from life breaking out in clips 

Frames chips of film play by smell, tastes, and touch, a panic rush 

Full of dread and the feeling of death I'm running from  

29 I'm awake for a moment to move to the next place in life 

Got married started a life 

Memories shaky but I manage to stay in the light 

Seeping out into my eye 

The breaks in time were I fought to survive

PSTD  

Blacked out till 31 evolved by 38 

Sitting in a room 

With Four unknown until I'm told that's not normal 

People don't do that 

We don't work that way 

We do though

No one understands 

I walk in a infinity a cosmic gate many

I am so like shattered glass

I'm so alone but not alone at all 

I feel you moving under my skin 

Their echoing voices of memories 

Hello?

You don't remember.

But we've been talking to you for a long time 

Now you notice us 

Now we can come together to support you.

Inside of hiding you in the light and dark 

Of dissociative mental states 

We are the love 

The fear 

The hope 

The destruction of you 

Protector 

Lover 

The torched like black as embers glow 

Self distortive only when the pain leeks out of are cut skin  

We speak to help you not to nose dive 

Into a hell you never knew 

But crawled through over like embedded razors on naked flesh

Hello?

Your not crazy you're just noticing Us now,

We've been here along,

No memories that we don't hold from you're heart,

It's nice to be with you

This is evolution

Trauma evolution

Hello you know 

Your not doing this alone 

We have our own illnesses 

Ideas 

Thoughts 

Hold emotions like masks with sub layers of attached memories 

Places,

People,

Faces,

We are you,

Just hiding the pain internally

If we let you see 

Well all died with you

You wouldn't be able to handle 

The visions we each hold for you to live    




Hello

Ever wonder why consumption is the goal?

Over stimulated with distractions, 

 The tool to direct control,

Feeling emotions from reactions that are synthetic strategized ,

Years in advanced, 

 News, speeches, protests, engineered disasters , 

To cause emotional fight or fights survival fixations ,

Manifestation,

To all part of the plan,

Made by the Puppets masters hidden by,

A false perception over every inch,

Of this worlds conquered land,
We are,

Caged in a Illusion,

Reality is not what it seems

We are trapped in a mental prison without bars,

 Made to think we think with our own minds,

Synthetically created, 

To control,

Using fear as the mind control ,

Introspection and investigation?

Where's the time to step back,

When it's just forced in our face,

We are,

Caged in a Illusion,

Reality is not what it seems

We are trapped in a mental prison without bars,

 Made to think we think with our own minds,

Synthetically created, 

To control,

Most lost their shelf's,

Have been replaced with a organic androids,

Oblivious of the systems mechanical design, 

Programed by the greed and lust for power,

Replaced with a external mold subliminally,

Frustration when bored no one looks at the stillness inside the mind,

Where there's no time, 

This is just the way it, is it's just life?

We are,

Caged in a Illusion,

Reality is not what it seems

We are trapped in a mental prison without bars,

 Made to think we think with our own minds,

Synthetically created, 

To control,

We are so much more,

We just have to open our eyes,

Look past the chaos that we are being fed urgency,

We're pawns in a participation,

Never seeing the strings we are being pulled by,

A game of battleship to create their division in societies delusion  

 Propaganda, Media, the illusion a prison 

The consumer always seeking more,

Never knowing there held hostage,

Never feeling the panic to escape,

This is made to enslave the people,

This is a stealth design made for the corruption to infect,

The dreams and happiness of the peaceful mind,

Divide and consume, seize, conquer, war, repeat 

The Unconscious Enslavement,

There's nowhere to hide, 

We can escape,

Just open your eyes,  

The Unconscious Enslavement N MelanKhlyia

[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.

Puppet

Puppet 013

Got a lot of blunts, pass 'em to my puffle
I'll be dead in like a week, you would never see the struggle
Had a fuckin' Mac-11 I was hiding in my duffle
I'll go out in public and make everybody suffer
I'll go out in public and make everybody suffer
Got a new shirt and the shit's so cool
If I weren't expelled then I would've failed school

memory card missing cover prod winner

дата выхода будет в тгк luxelin

project11_#кислород T_T

[Verus 1]

When people walk up to and start talking to you about something you have know Idea about but we had talked earlier that day
Getting dizzy Getting a insect crawling feeling up your back up to your head Getting the panic trigger anxiety threat instinct goes off flash back then poof
People calling you by the wrong name
Getting dizzy Getting a insect crawling feeling up your back up to your head Getting the panic trigger anxiety threat instinct goes off flash back then poof
Sometimes.

[Chorus]

Sometimes. I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening

[Verus 2]

In the waves of transparent heat my emotions
Rising off the asphalt where I lay beaten,
Bruised.
These drugs numb me out. I got nothing to lose, but no one notices when I start to lose
The grip I have on everything moving around me.
My emotions fill my hollow heart,
I thought I owned.
Taking the path less traveled,
Looking back at not one good memory I stored.
Why can't I feel like you feel today?
Emotions fly by me, missing the plans I had.
Feeling nothing, everything is so boring.

[Choruaj]

I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening


[Verus 3]

Trying to be normal is something I don't understand
Like the people I see walking around me
Disconnected
I'm so disconnected
Don't know how to act
Don't know what to say
Trapped in my mind
I can't escape my fate
Trapped in a body I can't control
In a weak state, going insane they take control
Panic sets in as I feel the sickness traveling up my throat
I'm hosting inside the machine
In world I left behind
I'm pulled apart inside
Inner dimensional chaos

[Bridge]

Sometimes. I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening

[Outro]

Fractured for 30 minutes maybe hours
But at times it's days or weeks I lose count of the moments I
Made and saved
Lost to the sense of time my soul breaks
I can't make sense of me today
I'm lost in a hole
I don't want to know
How I got to this place
Am I ever safe
When I blinked my eyes
I travel time
Realizing there's is something wrong
In the place where I shouldn't have enemies
Reality shifts what a fascination
I can't see clear
The world has a haze a filter of fog shielding the fear

October 27, 2025 at 4:50 AM


Passengers Seat

[Verus 1]

When people walk up to and start talking to you about something you have know Idea about but we had talked earlier that day
Getting dizzy Getting a insect crawling feeling up your back up to your head Getting the panic trigger anxiety threat instinct goes off flash back then poof
People calling you by the wrong name
Getting dizzy Getting a insect crawling feeling up your back up to your head Getting the panic trigger anxiety threat instinct goes off flash back then poof
Sometimes.

[Chorus]

Sometimes. I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening

[Verus 2]

In the waves of transparent heat my emotions
Rising off the asphalt where I lay beaten,
Bruised.
These drugs numb me out. I got nothing to lose, but no one notices when I start to lose
The grip I have on everything moving around me.
My emotions fill my hollow heart,
I thought I owned.
Taking the path less traveled,
Looking back at not one good memory I stored.
Why can't I feel like you feel today?
Emotions fly by me, missing the plans I had.
Feeling nothing, everything is so boring.

[Choruaj]

I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening


[Verus 3]

Trying to be normal is something I don't understand
Like the people I see walking around me
Disconnected
I'm so disconnected
Don't know how to act
Don't know what to say
Trapped in my mind
I can't escape my fate
Trapped in a body I can't control
In a weak state, going insane they take control
Panic sets in as I feel the sickness traveling up my throat
I'm hosting inside the machine
In world I left behind
I'm pulled apart inside
Inner dimensional chaos

[Bridge]

Sometimes. I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening

[Outro]

Fractured for 30 minutes maybe hours
But at times it's days or weeks I lose count of the moments I
Made and saved
Lost to the sense of time my soul breaks
I can't make sense of me today
I'm lost in a hole
I don't want to know
How I got to this place
Am I ever safe
When I blinked my eyes
I travel time
Realizing there's is something wrong
In the place where I shouldn't have enemies
Reality shifts what a fascination
I can't see clear
The world has a haze a filter of fog shielding the fear

October 27, 2025 at 4:49 AM


prod. omori

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голова трещит теми словами 
что я говорил тебе
когда я был нормальным
но какой от них толк


если я болен тобой 
если все это дерьмо 
причинает мне боль

и я словно механизм даю снова в себе сбой
залечи мои травмы я хочу ощутить покой 
 
они хотят моей смерти
а я хочу лишь любви
возьми мое сердце в свои кулаки судьбы
и сожми его покрепче я хочу видеть в нем свою жизнь

чувствую обезоруженным меня так манят к себе твои губы 
будто оружие направили против меня
но кому нужен был такой чудовищный план

забыты обещания
цветы за упокой падают в пол
голова трещит теми словами 
что я говорил тебе
когда я был нормальным
но какой от них толк

heart

урал гайсин x traumacore type beat - "mad na tebya"

Fuck me like a whore,  

 You know its what I'm use to,  

 I just want to feel love, even if it hurts me, 

 Trapped in a hole but I can still see myself

 Wrap me in the thrill I fuck wish I was killed,

 Fuck me like you hate me, 

your my fucking disease, 

The time is running past,

 time means nothing to me, 

 Give me drugs,

 I don't want to feel me in you, 

so sick, so fucked over, 

I want everything I can get when love means nothing, 

 But I don't want you, 

I have to taste the destruction,

 you did to me,

 it's a hate that consumed me, 

 you make me sick as I could be,

  Vomiting up the thoughts of you,

 cutting out the parts of me,

 but I still taste them today,

 I wanted to kill myself every time we fucked,

  You used me like a toy you put me through hell and I couldn't leave love was violence,

 every hit was depravity,

   I can't feel love now unless I get fucked,

 I don't want to die alone, 

 you ripped my heart out,

  It's already sick with promises,

 I'm done with it,

 I have to relearn everything,



GIvE mE dRugS

 Every wound is scarification within, 

Blind to sight,

Exposing the nerves as salt sleeps across the sores that bare the weight of the memory of pain,

Emotional Torment,

Rages like a tempest,

Forever lasting till the grave,

So is mood no Identity I can't keep it I walk away,

Finding myself in a room of mirrors,

Reflecting the parts of me,

Fragmented faces whisper tears to shine speak the last words of desire and suffering,

In the light of self thats missing a mouth,

One turns to four 

Host, 

To protector,

To destroyer,

Last The child,

Like a dagger splitting my mind in quatres,

But breaking the ties of thought and emotion 

In two that are destructive,

To infatuation a wild soul,

Love to self destruction, 

Stories untold, 

Slipping secrets to the world, 

One line at a time ,

My art of the mystery of what no one can see,

Trapped,

But I see the window the sun I might recover,

So in this winding road of words a hyperactive release of pain and agony,

I let the secrets breath to be seen,

In coded art of emotional thoughts I burn the symbols of communication 

To speak what I could never,

I want to be free,

I'm seeking peace,

But the sea of the world will soon over flood,

Running out in a disparate flash,

Please take these words to heart,

Their perfect but a broken part of me,

I want to speak,

I hope, 

It will be a good read,

I coil codes of memories that bleed into memory,

The blood of pure detached suffering,

Looking for a way to break the cycle within,

  

RooM Of MirRorS

A place where light can hide, intrusive thoughts of suicide and a deep love  

The soul that was ripped apart, I hold in this vessel dreaming,

 For all my Scars and burns that run deep over my veins I must confide,

So my sights so empty I can only feel of moments that breathe, 

 So the edge of this knife, 

Cuts out the parts of the damage I hold, I pray to god they die with me,

Which I can not find relief, from the nightmares that rape my mind,

 Hollowing out myself, 

Just to walk among the living,

Disconnected, shapeshifting, wearing a mask of many smiles with blacked marble gloss eyes,

But underneath that mask 
Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spiting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death
Is the mask of the dead child , 

Now the man transformed into the chameleon  of flowers to the beholder,

  The child that was once my inner self ,  

That's been lobotomized, from the hands of the adversaries, 

For every time you screamed at me, for every time you beat me,

To the false feeling of love being used when you got to close to me,

Just to be ripped away by the infidelity but thankful you where destroyed ,  

 For I lived through a waking hell, 

From being tortured continually abandoned looking for love in the abusive void, 

Used sexually like a doll in a barless cage,

 A torment enduring the shame of feeling anything at all

The shame of having emotions,

 That bleed all over the floor, from the loss of my innocents,

Cradled deep below inside the dawn of my memory ,

I find myself crying to the sounds of the breaking morning,

As sleep is the enemy I must reflect on this,

Shattered like a church window,

The glass that is as stained as my soul 

Fractured but not lost forever

I one day will be whole  

Even if the pieces don't fit perfectly,   




Lost Innocence Suicidal Poppy

Visual Audio Trauma Art Therapy Traumacore Music Art Therapy

A place where light can hide, intrusive thoughts of suicide and a deep love  

The soul that was ripped apart, I hold in this vessel dreaming,

 For all my Scars and burns that run deep over my veins I must confide,

So my sights so empty I can only feel of moments that breathe, 

 So the edge of this knife, 

Cuts out the parts of the damage I hold, I pray to god they die with me,

Which I can not find relief, from the nightmares that rape my mind,

 Hollowing out myself, 

Just to walk among the living,

Disconnected, shapeshifting, wearing a mask of many smiles with blacked marble gloss eyes,

But underneath that mask 
Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spiting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death
Is the mask of the dead child , 

Now the man transformed into the chameleon  of flowers to the beholder,

  The child that was once my inner self ,  

That's been lobotomized, from the hands of the adversaries, 

For every time you screamed at me, for every time you beat me,

To the false feeling of love being used when you got to close to me,

Just to be ripped away by the infidelity but thankful you where destroyed ,  

 For I lived through a waking hell, 

From being tortured continually abandoned looking for love in the abusive void, 

Used sexually like a doll in a barless cage,

 A torment enduring the shame of feeling anything at all

The shame of having emotions,

 That bleed all over the floor, from the loss of my innocents,

Cradled deep below inside the dawn of my memory ,

I find myself crying to the sounds of the breaking morning,

As sleep is the enemy I must reflect on this,

Shattered like a church window,

The glass that is as stained as my soul 

Fractured but not lost forever

I one day will be whole  

Even if the pieces don't fit perfectly,   



October 27, 2025 at 11:57 PM


Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spitting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death

Drown Me OBE

私もあなたも実際には存在しない

Echo's N MelanKholyia: A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of Goshen, 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 Echos or Mothyii—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, 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.
Subscribe to Echo's N MelanKholyia on YouTube for a journey into the melanKholyia—where echoes of the past forge omegas of the future. For inquiries or collaborations, connect via Facebook or X (@Mothyii13). All rights reserved © 2025 Echo's N MelanKholyia.

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