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"Stay That Way" is a poetic descent into shame, sadness, and shadow-self. Carved from confessions and mythic metaphors, this track is a lament from a soul caught between emotional repression and raw vulnerability.

Lines like “a sadness robe made of tainted silk” and “it’s not really shade, but a shadow that I create” hit like gothic scripture — meditating on guilt, regret, and the fear that some scars never heal.

This is for anyone who’s been told to “stay strong” when they’re already breaking.

If you’ve ever wept in silence and wore your shame like armor, this song is for you.

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with the roar of a manticore
I descend from my throne with my hands of war
heart has a blackened core
it's as if I can't control myself anymore

And these blood drops paint the quilt
a sadness robe made of tainted silk
confessing is painful still
but I need to in order for me to regain my will

I'm afraid...
the moment you realize it's not really shade
but a shadow that I create
it's obvious
if I'm around
you will seal your fate.
I'm afraid!
I'm supposed to be stoic with a brooding face
but I'm left in this foolish state
filled with shame
and I'm sure that I'll stay that way 

And these blood drops paint the quilt
a sadness robe made of tainted silk
confessing is painful still
but I need to in order for me to regain my will

I'm afraid...
the moment you realize it's not really shade
but a shadow that I create
it's obvious
if I'm around
you will seal your fate.
I'm afraid!
I'm supposed to be stoic with a brooding face
but I'm left in this foolish state
filled with shame
and I'm sure that I'll stay that way 

And these blood drops paint the quilt
a sadness robe made of tainted silk
confessing is painful still
but I need to in order for me to regain my will



Stay That Way

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"Solid Snake" is lyrical warfare — a strike mission of metaphors, chakra references, and surgical rhymeplay. With lines like “I'll raid your whole house for a buck, that’s section 8” and “putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball,” this track hits with elite-level wordplay and comic book energy.

This is Vaelrix in full combat mode — flowing with psilocybin ink, surfing syllables like a spiritual assassin. Fans of Canibus, Rhyme Asylum, or K-Rino will feel right at home in this auditory slaughterhouse.

If bars are your religion — welcome to the temple.

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my tracks glow like Zapdos
the way I rap flows, the shine bright enough to escape a black hole
give a shot out to Sweden, what a hallowed region
next to Vietnam, listening when I'm slaying demons
when it comes to rhymes, I'm inclined
to speak divine, the tongue that I wield is a secret kind
beat the life out a shaman to chakra realign
I was a red octogon, you couldn't see the signs
eat a mime then pantomime
hands of time couldn't repair the damage I left behind
megamind, a villain with sick authority
so laid back, death can never rigor mortis me
keep reporting me. I just absorb it later
already have Eobard as my greatest hater
I'll always savor the screams of people I slaughter now
every time I kill and they don't scream, it feels watered down

I've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball

I've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball

you would need Jet li to get me
when I set schemes I write til the pen empties
MCs, couldn't step into the desolate
if they felt emotion like I'd do, they'd be celibate
psilocybin inside the ink that I stencil with
so when I write incredible imagery, just expect that shit
I can write incendiary and virus
the go go gadget of literary devices
the stone faced martyr, your bones taste like fodder
heart beats radiation, it pulsates and slaughters
you can try and fight back but I won't face dishonor
when I flow, I surf and I won't wade in water
I'm a time bomb that's ready to detonate
I'll raid your whole house for a buck. that's section 8 
when I sleep I speak tongues and levitate
and when deceit comes I feed them to heavy snakes

i've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball

I've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball


Solid Snake

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"The Way I Write" by Vaelrix
An apocalyptic lyrical sermon where the pen becomes blade, the page becomes battlefield, and every verse distorts reality. A fusion of divine metaphor, anime intensity, and baroque brutality—this is the art of destruction, the sin in a synagogue, the plague in the pentecost. This is the way I write.

expression is heaven sent, destruction is imminent 
delivered in Venom tint, rhythm is intimate
victim depiction, stick to the diction and sentiment
the pencil is scripting mental division and pestilence
stand here, lack fear, been here since last year
the fear, and vast tears appears and that's clear
this the juxtaposition, of a drug and physician
I'm a therapist spitting, with a derelict's wisdom
only thing I'm afraid of is my apathy
alcoholic Goku, training in high gravity
the roads thin, emotion is a narrow path
all my words solid, my verse written in epitaph
dope spewer, flow smoother than suede robes
under my hypnosis, and you'll escape when I say so
Case closed, John Doe will get burned alive
Toe tagging a rapper, making sure his death is certified

[chorus]

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue 

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn 
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 


l'm a giant, every step I take is intercontinental
the reach is so extensive, with the flood of instrumentals
when it comes to rhymes, I slaughter at all times
be careful, or you'll get surrounded by a chalk outline
you draw a line, I'll cross it, you're Barack Obama
call a drone strike if you wanna stop the slaughter 
meditate in ice, and turn water to hottest lava
in my mental plane, the pilot higher than marijuana
you'll never eat the fruit of knowledge without feeling something
so please tell me why I'm numb, but the blood is flooding.
inside my dungeon, I got about a dozen ovens
and people caged up crying like they're cutting onions
what about the all the skeletons in my closet?
crush that shit down til it's gelatin in my pocket
verbal genjutsu, enveloping what I'm dropping
I'm Sasuke and Itachi developed inside a coffin

[Bridge]
I buried peace beneath the ash where the prophets fell
live your day like it's your last day before you rot in hell
villainous war cry, the pain in the syllables
the truth bleeds slow when the pen is unforgivable

[chorus]

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue 

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn 
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 


The Way I Write

"Read, Richards." is a lyrically explosive Vaelrix showcase — a fusion of boom bap precision, progressive electronic energy, and cinematic wordplay sharpened to a blade’s edge. This track blends comic book mythos, anime ferocity, and political venom into a relentless barrage of multisyllabic rhyme schemes and symbolic punchlines. From Bullet Bill-sized bars to crystalline poet sigils, every line is engineered for impact, weaving pop culture, mythology, and raw poetic fire into a signature Vaelrix delivery. Perfect for fans of complex lyricism, battle rap mastery, and high-concept hip-hop.

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Read, Richards.

“Somnolent” closes the album like a fever dream. Vaelrix narrates from a watchtower of ashes, wrestling with addiction and survival guilt, ending in a desperate plea to wake up.

Somnolent

Aggressive yet mournful, “Red Hands” fuses battle rap delivery with sorrowful sung refrains. Vaelrix dissects moral stain, bloody palms, and self sabotage against an ominous backdrop.

Red Hands

“Sad Guy” is a whispered confession turned anthem. Ambient textures and swelling strings carry verses about suicidal ideation, fractured identity, and the mask of normalcy beneath a suit and tie.

Sad Guy

A claustrophobic eruption of guitars and synths, “Monsters” confronts hidden trauma turning into nightmares. Vaelrix paints nuclear fallout and boiling water metaphors to explore paranoia, shame, and the fragile possibility of survival.

Monsters

The opening track pulses like a synthetic heartbeat, layering airy pads with mournful guitar delays. Vaelrix frames dopamine as a dragon in the mind, chasing relief while unraveling at the seams. This is the gateway into the album’s emotional architecture.

Dopamine


"Garage" by Vaelrix (The Mutant) is a progressive electronic journey steeped in sadcore melancholy and sci-fi ambient textures. Mutant’s voice drifts through irradiated seeds, impostor confessions, and fractured memories, dissolving into cinematic synth swells and sorrowful atmospheres. The track feels like unlocking a hidden room in the mind... a desolate garage filled with ghosts of the past, digital echoes, and fleeting mirages. Equal parts introspective and otherworldly, Garage delivers a hypnotic immersion for listeners drawn to experimental melancholy, futuristic ambience, and emotional storytelling in sound.


Garage

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Vaelrix is a genre-bending lyricist whose work blurs the line between rap, poetry, and cinematic storytelling. With thousands of songs written and a catalog shaped by trauma, transformation, and spiritual unrest, every track is a raw confession wrapped in layered metaphors. Drawing influence from anime, philosophy, theology, and the darkest corners of the mind, Vaelrix delivers complex rhyme schemes and emotionally charged narratives that cut deep and linger. This isn't just music—it's survival through sound. Welcome to the archive of a soul set on fire.


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