 nymphomaniac who said they loved me

A sexual freak a tantric lover beast 

Polyamorous but only to Two  under my sheets 

Past experience hurts  but I was left in a happiness that bleed down the sink

But in the end it became heavier than soaked graveyard dirt 

Even still I want it today 

But only if she says so I don't know how to cheat 

But everyone else did who I layed in bed with because I was so much more different then the sea of society 



(Chorus)



Doll Cracked face in neon colors

Drifting into a horror Wonderland  a trauma Story 

Bloodily scissors

Midnight poisons

Drunk just not to feel the nightmares they fucked inside of me 

Acid paper heart holes in my soul's 
Life just doesn't mean a thing 

But I must stay in the light

 

(Verus 2)



As Heroin was my lover for so long and now just a bad dream locked frozen in a cryogenic suspended anti gravity fuckery 

I wish I would have just walked away

But I couldn't 

So use to being used 

I just learned a Stockholm victim mentality   

Hypersexually 

So wrong or so right when you need seductive energy just to feel love 

For every cut

For every burn 

For every Cigarette burn on my skin for every year I got worst 

No one saved me and I couldn't save myself 

So I stained and took every blow every fuck every argument every assault I just let it bleed off me seconds after attack stuck with these dissociative identities



(Chorus)



Doll Cracked face in neon colors

Drifting into a horror Wonderland  a trauma Story 

Bloodily scissors

Midnight poisons

Drunk just not to feel the nightmares they fucked inside of me 

Acid paper heart holes in my souls 
Life just doesn't mean a thing 

But I must stay in the light

 



(Verus 3)



Stop Romanticizing Trauma 

Sick fuck go off your wrists you stupid fuck 

Adderall Prozac and being a guinea pig Sucks 

DID sucks 

ASPD is social suicide 

When your a sociopath BPD 

struggle to live with CPTSD 

PTSD amnesia blends and blurs 

as I lose time I keep staring at the clock just to make sure 

I didn't switch 

When a alter is summoned to Protect I lose what little pieces left I have of self until I return



(Bridge)



Odium

Alice

5

Helix

Nexus 

Echos

Mothyii

Phil

Etheric

Khimera
 

Why can't I make you disappears 

only Co consuness  with 2   

But you mess up my life fucking way to much 



(Chorus)



Doll Cracked face in neon colors

Drifting into a horror Wonderland  a trauma Story 

Bloodily scissors

Midnight poisons

Just fuck me and get it over with I won't cum until you say please 

When I'm the dead child with voided eyes dreaming in MelanKholyia 

My system 





(Outro)



Co-consciousness is a state 

where two or more distinct personalities, 

alters, in someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) are aware of each other and the external world simultaneously. This can involve sharing thoughts, feelings, and experiences, allowing for internal communication and a continuous sense of time, though it can also be experienced as being a passive observer. It is different from co-fronting, where more than one alter is actively in control of the body at the same time. 


Stay N The Light 7

Stay N The Light 8

(Verse 1)
Nymphomaniac who said they loved me
A sexual freak, a tantric lover beast
Polyamorous but only to two under my sheets
Past experience hurts but I was left in a happiness that bled down the sink
But in the end it became heavier than soaked graveyard dirt
Even still I want it today
But only if she says so
I don't know how to cheat
But everyone else did who I laid in bed with
Because I was so much more different than the sea of society
(Chorus)
Doll
Cracked face in neon colors
Drifting into a horror wonderland, a trauma story
Bloody scissors, midnight poisons
Drunk just not to feel the nightmares they fucked inside of me
Acid paper heart, holes in my soul
Life just doesn't mean a thing
But I must stay in the light
(Verse 2)
As heroin was my lover for so long and now just a bad dream
Locked frozen in a cryogenic suspended anti-gravity fuckery
I wish I would have just walked away
But I couldn't
So used to being used I just learned a Stockholm victim mentality
Hypersexually
So wrong or so right when you need seductive energy just to feel love
For every cut
For every burn
For every cigarette burn on my skin, for every year I got worse
No one saved me and I couldn't save myself
So I stained and took every blow, every fuck, every argument, every assault
I just let it bleed off me seconds after attack
Stuck with these dissociative identities
(Chorus)
Doll
Cracked face in neon colors
Drifting into a horror wonderland, a trauma story
Bloody scissors, midnight poisons
Drunk just not to feel the nightmares they fucked inside of me
Acid paper heart, holes in my soul
Life just doesn't mean a thing
But I must stay in the light
(Verse 3)
Stop romanticizing trauma
Sick fuck, go off your wrists, you stupid fuck
Adderall, Prozac, and being a guinea pig sucks
DID sucks, ASPD is social suicide
When you're a sociopath, BPD struggle to live with
CPTSD, PTSD, amnesia blends and blurs as I lose time
I keep staring at the clock just to make sure I didn't switch
When an alter is summoned to protect
I lose what little pieces left I have of self until I return
(Bridge)
Odium, Alice 5, Helix Nexus
Echoes, Mothyii, Phil Etheric Khimera
Why can't I make you disappear? Only co-consciousness with two
But you mess up my life fucking way too much
(Chorus – Final Variation)
Doll
Cracked face in neon colors
Drifting into a horror wonderland, a trauma story
Bloody scissors, midnight poisons
Just fuck me and get it over with
I won't cum until you say please
When I'm the dead child with voided eyes
Dreaming in Melankholyia
My system
(Outro – Spoken Word Fade)
Co-consciousness is a state where two or more distinct personalities, alters,
In someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) are aware of each other
And the external world simultaneously. This can involve sharing thoughts,
Feelings, and experiences, allowing for internal communication
And a continuous sense of time, though it can also be experienced
As being a passive observer. It is different from co-fronting,
Where more than one alter is actively in control of the body at the same time.




Neon Cracked Doll

Neon Cracked Doll 2

Neon Cracked Doll 3

Verse 1)
Nymphomaniac who said they loved me
A sexual freak, a tantric lover beast
Polyamorous but only to two under my sheets
Past experience hurts but I was left in a happiness that bled down the sink
But in the end it became heavier than soaked graveyard dirt
Even still I want it today
But only if she says so
I don't know how to cheat
But everyone else did who I laid in bed with
Because I was so much more different than the sea of society
(Chorus)
Doll
Cracked face in neon colors
Drifting into a horror wonderland, a trauma story
Bloody scissors, midnight poisons
Drunk just not to feel the nightmares they fucked inside of me
Acid paper heart, holes in my soul
Life just doesn't mean a thing
But I must stay in the light
(Verse 2)
As heroin was my lover for so long and now just a bad dream
Locked frozen in a cryogenic suspended anti-gravity fuckery
I wish I would have just walked away
But I couldn't
So used to being used I just learned a Stockholm victim mentality
Hypersexually
So wrong or so right when you need seductive energy just to feel love
For every cut
For every burn
For every cigarette burn on my skin, for every year I got worse
No one saved me and I couldn't save myself
So I stained and took every blow, every fuck, every argument, every assault
I just let it bleed off me seconds after attack
Stuck with these dissociative identities
(Chorus)
Doll
Cracked face in neon colors
Drifting into a horror wonderland, a trauma story
Bloody scissors, midnight poisons
Drunk just not to feel the nightmares they fucked inside of me
Acid paper heart, holes in my soul
Life just doesn't mean a thing
But I must stay in the light
(Verse 3)
Stop romanticizing trauma
Sick fuck, go off your wrists, you stupid fuck
Adderall, Prozac, and being a guinea pig sucks
DID sucks, ASPD is social suicide
When you're a sociopath, BPD struggle to live with
CPTSD, PTSD, amnesia blends and blurs as I lose time
I keep staring at the clock just to make sure I didn't switch
When an alter is summoned to protect
I lose what little pieces left I have of self until I return
(Bridge)
Odium, Alice 5, Helix Nexus
Echoes, Mothyii, Phil Etheric Khimera
Why can't I make you disappear? Only co-consciousness with two
But you mess up my life fucking way too much
(Chorus – Final Variation)
Doll
Cracked face in neon colors
Drifting into a horror wonderland, a trauma story
Bloody scissors, midnight poisons
Just fuck me and get it over with
I won't cum until you say please
When I'm the dead child with voided eyes
Dreaming in Melankholyia
My system
(Outro – Spoken Word Fade)
Co-consciousness is a state where two or more distinct personalities, alters,
In someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) are aware of each other
And the external world simultaneously. This can involve sharing thoughts,
Feelings, and experiences, allowing for internal communication
And a continuous sense of time, though it can also be experienced
As being a passive observer. It is different from co-fronting,
Where more than one alter is actively in control of the body at the same time.




Neon Cracked Doll 4

Neon Cracked Doll 5

demo (prod.by greyrock)

[0:00-0:20] Intro  
Sterile hospital rooms with stark white walls and sturdy wooden doors stretching into the distance...  
Echoing silent hallways lined with cold blue linoleum floors, a vast and disorienting space that feels eternally lost and unforgivingly frigid...  
The ground beneath shifts from smooth tile to rough, unyielding stone, evoking ancient ruins buried in modern despair...  
(Snap to 110 BPM, the rhythm kicking in like a sudden heartbeat awakening from numbness.)

[0:20-1:00] Verse 1  
Deep cuts and bruises scattered across fragile skin, carefully wrapped in layers of pristine white cotton bandages that whisper of hidden wounds...  
Emotions muted like distant vibrations, muffled voices clinging close in the haze, holding on as if afraid to let go into the void...  
Soft whispers weave a haunting lullaby, cradling the shattered mind in four dissonant tones, while invisible voices grip from behind and the sides, pulling taut like unseen chains...  
No fragments of memory remain, trapped in a caged holder of forgotten moments, where dripping IV lines deliver fleeting clips of reality that blur and blend into chaos...  
Given and taken away in an instant, numbed skeletons coursing through veins like icy rivers, freezing the core from within...  
A numb expression masks the raging fire burning deep inside, as the world outside turns blurry through fogged glasses that switch between fractured minds...  
Emotions unravel like tangled threads, conjuring phantom faces emerging from the shadows, forth into a waking dissociative dream where faded ghosts melt seamlessly within the self, dissolving boundaries until nothing feels real...

[1:00-1:20] Chorus  
Disabled and defiant, refusing to surrender to rest or the pull of sleep's dark embrace...  
The doctor attempted to offer help, but it twisted into a forsaken future, and they simply walked away, leaving echoes of abandonment...  
Flight or fight surges through the blood like adrenaline-fueled lightning...  
Dysphoria spews forth in bitter fragments, gender splintered and buried under layers of unrelenting pain...  
Numb to the physical and mental disaster that consumes everything in its path...  
End it all, let the final curtain fall on this endless torment...

[1:20-2:00] Verse 2  
Nurses administer pills that erase the mind's sharp edges, wiping away thoughts like chalk from a blackened board...  
Sudden attacks crash against unyielding steel doors while the body lies in forced asleep, trapped in a cage of involuntary stillness...  
Injected sedatives course through the bloodstream, holding back the screams of excruciating pain that echo from the depths...  
Wrapped in white restraints, the mind switches to a fierce protector mode, emerging forth to singe the edges of sleep with defiant fire...  
Cycling emotions drift like storm clouds across a turbulent sky, moving in unpredictable patterns that leave no peace...  
Locked in frozen states of static, where echoing memories hold the self hostage across infinite multiverses riddled with bullet holes from past battles...  
Brought to this forsaken place by an attack from a person intent on killing the faulty programmer within, striking blows that resonate around the soul...  
Crushing the self with venomous words that inflict hurt and shame accumulated over years, where suicide has stalked like a shadow through walking dreams, whispering invitations to the end...



Room 013

I Want To Pull The Trigger

I Want To Pull The Trigger 2

Verse 1
Falling down the rabbit hole,
I can't see my fingers in front of my face.
I see the cat turn into a guide,
Taking me on the path to insanity.
Smoking opium with the caterpillar,
Waiting on the Mad Hatter for tea...
In the decayed garden, where shadows play.
Pre-Chorus
Bleeding heads on rose bushes,
Tears sprinkle up from the ground.
I see that I might be crazy,
But I guess that's just the way it really is.
Chorus
Am I crazy?
Am I falling?
Down, down, down the rabbit hole...
(Whispers echo: Down, down, down...)
Am I crazy?
Am I falling?
Down, down, down the rabbit hole...
Where the madness feels so sweet.
Verse 2
Playing cards with angels and demons,
Laughing above the blood-red skies.
In the clouds with the Jabberwocky,
Grinning wide with razor eyes.
The garden whispers secrets dark,
Petals drip with crimson spark...
But oh, how cute the chaos seems.
Pre-Chorus
Bleeding heads on rose bushes,
Tears sprinkle up from the ground.
I see that I might be crazy,
But I guess that's just the way it really is.
Chorus
Am I crazy?
Am I falling?
Down, down, down the rabbit hole...
(Whispers build: Down, down, down... giggling fades in)
Am I crazy?
Am I falling?
Down, down, down the rabbit hole...
Where the madness feels so sweet.
Bridge (Slow, distorted, with overlapping whispers)
The cat's grin lingers in the dark,
Caterpillar's smoke curls 'round my heart.
Hatter's tea is poisoned delight,
Angels deal, demons bite...
Jabberwocky laughs, oh so merry,
In this hole, forever buried.
(Soft, cute hum: La la la... twisting into a low growl)
Final Chorus (Fading out with eerie music box slowdown)
Am I crazy?
Am I falling?
Down, down, down the rabbit hole...
(Echoes: Crazy... falling... down...)
Am I crazy?
Am I falling?
Down, down, down... forevermore.
(End with a single, tinkling chime and a distant, childlike giggle.)




Alice N HorrorLand

Alice N HorrorLand  2

Alice N HorrorLand  3

Alice N HorrorLand  X

не нужна пища (prod. weikoo)

SYFM (feat madk1d)

ты всё так же закрываешься в ванне под лил бо вип 
с ума сойти оставляя пути назад 
надежда что всё наладится
не покинет, даже если нам встретится айсбергом 
твоя последняя весна

я в эту зиму уезжаю навсегда
забрав с собой дорогу к берегу

Каплями вниз стекал
Пришвартовав на кромке мира
плот покрытый помоями
Бьёт ключом по больному
бери ведро заткни ногами пробоины

верь мне на слово нас точно ждёт покой
не забывай свои хорни заскоки
лол
хикикомори подхватил тахикардию
терапия трипами
не верю в худо
ври себе но не другим
дорога в мир покрыта влагой

так и таю как сахар
страпоня саван руками
пытаясь дать себе вдохнуть напоследок солёный запах стен 

на раз раскрываюсь как бересклет
но знаю что тебя только ликорис торкает
в реках такого нет

Разбитый в хлам плыви как пьяный корабль куда-то вдаль
Подбитый ветром так жадно глотаешь воздух от паники
ляг на кафель проснёшься тоска туманом на город накатит
в море дрейфуй по парадам волн да по радугам

надо мной облака грохотали 
крошится тело на тени стёкол осколков от звуков резких хлопков 
эту тупую пыль соберёт небосвод опомнюсь фугасной гранатой
к тебе влетаю с двух ног накопил обид раздался гром

ночами прыгал с голым торсом
привлекал к себе грозу
кивай как будто понял что-то
засыпай пока в дороге
незнакомы места но пробьют в моменте на тоску
заживляя ожоги на коже растрёпанной ветрами

как футболка с дебильным принтом
тебя съедает время
как дети ногти грызут
что помогло то и отравит

прибивает поспать
но беги пока не видишь край на вид конечного рассвета
раскатом накатит зуд

туманный взгляд застилает дома постельными тонами
нервотрёпка
теряю контроль
на грани опять
но возьмёт навряд ли сон
останемся телами на крышах закат встречать
не проканает так не жди меня
помощь уже пришла

как трупа прячет снег 
в одном и том же сне забронил место
хочешь лягу здесь
неинтересно падать на одной и той же высоте
вдруг стало тесно
никого не знал кто сам бы так залез

Разбитый в хлам плыви как пьяный корабль куда-то вдаль
Подбитый ветром так жадно глотаешь воздух от паники
ляг на кафель проснёшься тоска туманом на город накатит
в море дрейфуй по парадам волн да по радугам

надо мной облака грохотали 
крошится тело на тени стёкол осколков от звуков резких хлопков 
эту тупую пыль соберёт небосвод опомнюсь фугасной гранатой
к тебе влетаю с двух ног накопил обид раздался гром

обрести пустоту
засиять как на небе зрачки
издевательски мило на вид
только манямирок всё равно без тебя не найти
как покой под могильными плитами

в птиц обратиться кошмарить трамплинами в мир обывал разорвало петардой битарда
убитых тупыми ножами не жалко вруби мне шопена мешапы шаги в твою
комнату напоминают отца
эти стыки картин оставляют следы
не стереть до конца   
хоть стопариком спирта 
хоть маской лица

но ты скальпом снимай этот старый нарост тонилайф
лиминальные прут корридоры во мне паранойю
я выгляжу как кататоник 
катана в руках на нихонго базаришь братуха
давай по накатанной вниз может там будет где-то проём
и по разным путям одним поездом в небо 
готов будь упасть как монетка ребром
но хотя бы вдвоём

пьяный корабль (prod. Encore)

If you need to get a hold of me for a reason this number you can text. (574) 465-0265 Echo's N MelaNKholyiA : A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of Syracuse ,  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.
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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