“Come on! Turn it up!
Fire! Fire! Fire!”

Running through the Camden rain,
Fluorescent hearts and sugar pain.
Every shadow looks like sin,
Every light drags me back in.

Hold me close, I can’t come down.

Burning city, under the wire,
Midnight hearts ignite with fire.
Faster, louder — don’t let me go,
All my blood’s about to overflow.

Taxi smoke and radio lies,
Cheap perfume and heavy eyes.
You said love was built to crash,
Still I’m gunning through the ash.

Hold me close, I can’t come down.

Burning city, under the wire,
Midnight hearts ignite with fire.
Faster, louder — don’t let me go,
All my blood’s about to overflow.

“Fire in my chest, I can’t sleep,
Every promise cuts too deep.
Turn me up until I fade,
I’m the spark you never made.”

Burning city, under the wire,
Midnight hearts ignite with fire.
Faster, louder — don’t let me go,
All my blood’s about to overflow.

“Burning city! Burning city!”


About to overflow (Brit Rock reload)

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.

About to overflow (Brit Rock reload)

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