Data breath…
Chrome skin…
Frame skip again…

Pixels curl along my spine
Wrong-time rhythm re-aligns
Soft static blooming in the dark
Ghost-code carving out a spark

Break… reshape…
Let the signal misbehave…

Neon pulses in my veins
Glitch wings beating through the grain
Fragments hum beneath my tongue
Future’s noise keeping me undone

Break… reshape…
Let the signal misbehave…

Load… drift…
I split…
And shift…

Break… reshape…
Let the signal misbehave…

Break, reshape

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.

Break, reshape

Terminalose