Lyrics:

A weary memory seeps through gaps,
Like echoes rippling down a river,
Encased in glass adorned with cracks,
Your sweet goodbyes start tasting bitter.

(Tasting bitter...)

I grasp in vain, as stars collapse,
Like raindrops sliding down your mirror,
I wither on as days elapse, and drown,
While the abyss draws nearer.

'Till morning dawns, I shut my eyes,
I hold my breath, and count to ten,
Before the Sun has time to rise,
I'll burn into the light again.

'Till morning dawns, I shut my eyes,
I hold my breath, and count to ten,
Before the Sun has time to rise,
I'll burn into the light again.
'Till darkness falls, I shut my eyes,
I hold my breath, and jump before
The Moon begins to touch the skies,
I'll fade into the night once more.

[IPA English]
rɪˈpiːtɪŋ ˈpætᵊnz krɒs maɪ pɑːθ
kəˈlɛktɪŋ teəz frɒm ˈwiːpɪŋ ˈwɪləʊz
bʌt naʊ ðæt ˈnʌmnəs tɜːnz tuː rɒθ
aɪ leɪ ðeə wɪlt əˈpɒn jɔː ˈpɪləʊz
laɪk ˈpɜːpᵊl stɔːmz ɒn ˈfrəʊzᵊn lɪps
maɪ ˈfaɪnᵊl brɛθ sɪts træpt ɪn ˈlɪmbəʊ
əˈweɪtɪŋ ˈwɪntəz ˈmɔːnfᵊl ɡlɪmps
tuː kɪl ðə klɒks əˈbʌv jɔː ˈwɪndəʊ

[Translation]
(Repeating patterns cross my path,
Collecting tears from weeping willows,
But now that numbness turns to wrath,
I lay their wilt upon your pillows.
Like purple storms on frozen lips,
My final breath sits trapped in Limbo,
Awaiting winter's mournful glimpse,
To kill the clocks above your window.)

'Till morning dawns, I shut my eyes,
I hold my breath, and count to ten,
Before the Sun has time to rise,
I'll burn into the light again.
'Till darkness falls, I shut my eyes,
I hold my breath, and jump before
The Moon begins to touch the skies,
I'll fade into the night once more.

'Till morning dawns, I shut my eyes,
I hold my breath, and count to ten,
Before the Sun has time to rise,
I'll burn into the light again.
'Till darkness falls, I shut my eyes,
I hold my breath, and jump before
The Moon begins to touch the skies,
I'll fade into the night once more.

Ptera

Mirrors

Where Were You..?

ANGELS CALLING

Angels Calling

Wish You The Worst

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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When I leave this world, just leave me alone
Nobody cared, I was unknown
Suffering here, broken and cold
Never been loved, never been whole

I'd rather die than feel this way
Nothing left, nothing to say
They stole the light I had inside

Don't come near me, stay away
Even heaven turned its face
I'm just a ghost inside this shell
Burning in my private hell

Wasted years and bitter nights
Chasing ghosts and dying lights
Every door I tried to open
Left me beaten, left me broken

I'd rather die than feel this way
Nothing left, nothing to say
They stole the light I had inside

Don't come near me, stay away
Even heaven turned its face
I'm just a ghost inside this shell
Burning in my private hell

I never let go of you, my child
Don't walk that ledge, don't be beguiled
Let me reach you through your pain
Rest here with me, I know your name

I am your God, I catch your tears
There's still a purpose in your years
Come back to me, come home tonight
You're not alone in this fight

Listen to the words I've said
You are chosen, far from dead
You're a flame in endless night
A warrior born to fight

My blood was shed, it covers you
To bring you back and make you new
Repent, be free, lift up your eyes
I feel your wounds, I hear your cries

Justice will rise, your soul restored
Your crown awaits at heaven's door

Could You still love me after all this time?
Could You heal what's no longer mine?
If there's still a way, I want to try
If You're still here, don't let me die

I've always been here, come back to me
I've always been here, you're finally free

Come back to me, come back to me




Come Back To Me

Lyrics:

Trapped beneath the surface, cradling my sorrow,
I keep seeing patterns of a new tomorrow.
Bargaining with muses, keeping ghosts at bay,
Trying to remember how I lost my way.
Gasping for salvation, sparks of sympathy,
Hoping that, come daylight, they can set me free,
Crafting odes to silence, I stand beyond the pale
When I invite my audience to watch me as I fail.

This is a script I can't rewrite,
A cage I carved with too much care,
I feign control with all my might
But I am hollow everywhere.
My structure holds, my seams are tight,
Yet something monstrous waits inside,
I kiss the dark and call it light,
Then let it in, with arms spread wide.

Seeking your attention was never worth the cost,
'Cause I keep having nightmares since our paths last crossed,
But promise you'll remember how I made you wait
While I was busy wallowing in misery and hate.
I wield these words like weapons, but they were never mine,
Now I'm so sick of fighting, (just show me a sign,)
I am not asleep here, nor am I awake,
I don't want to fade, (with every step I take.)

This is a script I can't rewrite,
A cage I carved with too much care,
I feign control with all my might
But I am hollow everywhere.
My structure holds, my seams are tight,
Yet something monstrous waits inside,
I kiss the dark and call it light,
Then let it in, with arms spread wide.

[Bridge - In Romanian]
Frântă-mi tace mintea-n palme, inima mi-o port
Prinsă-n cuie pe sub pielea albă ca de mort.
Clipa-n valuri se destramă, sângele mi-e viu,
Visele îmi sunt capacul negrului sicriu.

Gândurile-mi stau alături prinse de fotoliu,
Muzele așteaptă-n patul camerei de doliu,
Dintr-o dată năvălit-au fluturi în stomac,
Într-o baltă de cerneală lasă-mă să zac.

This is a script I can't rewrite,
A cage I carved with too much care,
I feign control with all my might
But I am hollow everywhere.
My structure holds, my seams are tight,
Yet something monstrous waits inside,
I kiss the dark and call it light,
Then let it in, with arms spread wide.

Hollow

Pulse of My Art

Fractured Kin — Let You In

It started with a whisper… and ended in wreckage.
Let You In is Fractured Kin at their most vulnerable — and their most dangerous. It’s not about heartbreak; it’s about betrayal, about the mistake of opening your door to someone who came to burn the place down.

This album drips with tension — every lyric a confession carved out of regret, every riff a scar that still bleeds. The female lead’s voice swings between haunting softness and raw fury, carrying the weight of trust shattered and innocence set ablaze.

From the first breath, Let You In pulls you into the wreckage — a sonic battlefield of emotion and vengeance. The guitars snarl like trapped memories, the drums hit like fists on a locked door, and the vocals? They cut through the noise with the venom of someone who’s done pretending it didn’t hurt.

This isn’t self-pity. It’s revelation.
It’s that moment you realize you let the enemy wear your skin and call it love.

Let You In is beautiful, brutal honesty — heavy, haunting, and unapologetically real. It’s the sound of a soul learning to slam the door, lock it twice, and never look back.

Fractured Kin doesn’t cry about what was lost.
They set it on fire — and make you feel every spark.

Because some mistakes fade.
This one plays on repeat.

Let you in

Heal The Child Within

It's 7 a.m.
He's coming for you
It's 7 a.m.
He's coming for you

His chains
Have locked you down
His chains
Have locked you down

Pretending to speak to you
Pretending to speak to you

For it's his
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Look out!
Look out!

It's 7 a.m.
He's coming for you
It's 7 a.m.
He's coming for you

His chains
Have locked you down
His chains
Have locked you down

Pretending to speak to you
Pretending to speak to you

For it's his
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Look out!
Look out!

Don't fall for the lies
Don't fall for the lies
Don't fall for the lies
Hey, Hey, Hey!

Who is he healing?
Is it you?
Or is he causing you
To trick others
To follow you?

So he can manipulate
So he can manipulate

What is true
What is real
What is love

He tricks
You into thinking
He loves you

When in reality
He wants to

Control you
Control you
Control you
Control you

For it's his
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Look out!
Look out!

Get out
Beware
Get out
Beware
He's on the prowl
He's on the prowl

Get out
Beware
Get out
Beware
He's on the prowl
He's on the prowl

For it's his
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Chains at Dawn
The Morning of Lies
Look out!
Look out!

Chains at Dawn

This is a book that starts at 1 or 0, enjoy.

3. FACING MY SINS

Hey, for any collabs contact me on targix8@gmail.com

Pulse of My Art

TargiX

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