The drift slides, colors bleeding out of me
I’m past the shade, past where I used to go
Pressure sways the border, shaping what I’ll be
The forces flare, now I finally know

Event Horizon, Event Horizon
I drift ahead, I won’t return
The motion pulls me forward, further on
And in my chest, the silence widens
The blackness owes no guidance
Event Horizon, Event Horizon

Weight of the old slipping from the tangled mind
Release the pull, release the fear
The path is clear, step through space and time
I pass the veil, I disappear

Event Horizon, Event Horizon
I drift ahead, I won’t return
The motion pulls me forward, further on
As every contour loosens
The forces realign
Event Horizon, Event Horizon

Close your eyes, let the border fade
Take the step past the turning air
Nothing left that can be saved
Cross the edge where the forces flare

I move direct, nothing takes me
The blackness doesn’t own my heart
I move beyond, nothing breaks me
I crossed the line, I tore the chart
I move direct, the mass accelerates
The forces flare, I disengage
The path is clear, no second mark
Listen close, I leave the arc
Just the drift, momentum set
Just the drift, no silhouette
Just the drift, no coming back
I move beyond, no aftermath

Event Horizon, Event Horizon
I drift ahead, I won’t return
The motion pulls me forward, further on
As every contour loosens
The forces realign
Event Horizon, Event Horizon
Event Horizon, Event Horizon
Event Horizon, Event Horizon
Event Horizon, Event Horizon
Event Horizon, Event Horizon

Event Horizon

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Event Horizon

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