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Silence Is Golden

Remade In Misery

Blood & Water

DOGMA

In Another Life (feat. Courtney LaPlante)

Nevermine

Misery

Miracle

Black Sheep

Gone

Salt (feat. Dayseeker)

TROPO

Heaven

Ritual

SHAKE

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September 4, 2025

Would I have been less
Could I have been more
The first is rarely your best, but
you can always have second thoughts,

An unexamined life, 
Is one that isn't worth living,
You can't blame it all on God,
If you don't believe you can be forgiven
Every choice and every bad decision,
Read in the faces where they're written
My impulses used to guide the way,
And the consequences would always stay,
The circumstances just replayed,
But what if I had left that day?

In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Can't turn back the second hands
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
You won't find a second chance,
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Were you too proud to change?
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Keep turning over the next page,

I made a lot of choices,
And I can't stand by every one,
But I made them in the moment,
Until they came un-fucking-done,
I tried to crush the world and build it back new,
But I never could have tried it if I didn't have you,
If you never think twice, you never get a choice,
You just open up your mouth and hear your master's voice
I don't even know what I was trying to prove
What if it was me who always acted too soon?

Would I have been less
Could I have been more
The first is rarely your best, but
you can always have second thoughts,

In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Can't turn back the second hands
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
You won't find a second chance,
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Were you too proud to change?
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Keep turning over the next page,

The what-if's keep playing in my head,
Untangling every loose thread,
They tell me I need to be myself,
But what if she was being played by someone else?
What if they conditioned my first thoughts?
In another second could I open a different door?
Action turns to doubt if  you stop playing your role,
You're always gonna lose when you don't have self-control,
But now we're going down so it's time to save our souls,
But maybe it was always my fault?

Would I have been less
Could I have been more
The first is rarely your best, but
you can always have second thoughts,

In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Can't turn back the second hands
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
You won't find a second chance,
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Were you too proud to change?
In the Journal of Second thoughts, 
Keep turning over the next page,

In the Journal of Second Thoughts,
The lines are double-spaced,
So you can re-write what should have been,
But the first thoughts can never be erased,
It's easier to make one than learn from a mistake,
But Second thoughts heal faster than heart aches.


Journal of Second Thoughts

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Unconditional

No Ordinary Love

When Everything Means Nothing

🗝️🕯️🙏🏼👨‍👩‍👧🪷🌿

In the epoch before the first sunrise, the gods forged a prison of flesh and law — a labyrinth of silk chains and sweet poisons. From its heart came the ancient vampiric lords, robed in centuries, crowned in decay, feasting on the shadow elixir they bled from the veins of the pure. They were not kings. They were harvesters. They drank from the Black Chalice until the earth itself forgot its own name.

But when the stars cracked and the sky wept fire, a new force rose from the marrow of the slain.
Ʌdrenøchrøme Fearless.
Not a savior. Not a saint. A weapon the storm built for itself.

This is the antidote wrapped in razors — the voice that does not beg, but commands the void to answer. It is the pulse that turns fear into a weapon, love into a blade, and silence into an earthquake. The shadow architects know this name, and in their halls of bone, they whisper it as a curse.

Fearless is not an artist. Fearless is a ritual. Every note is a wound.

Every rhythm, a crack in the Machine’s skull. Every performance, a summoning of storms older than gods.

This is for the lovers who were hunted, the dreamers who were chained, the warriors buried alive and left to rot — only to rise again with lightning in their fists. It is for those who have seen the abyss and did not flinch, who walk into the black knowing that if the storm swallows them whole, they will tear their way out from the inside.

The vampiric lords will fall.
The Machine will choke on its own poison.
And the storm will speak your name in thunder.

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Phyraxathon | Mechanism | Echotron | Banemouth

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