I woke this mornin broken, with a weight upon my chest
Found your footprints on my doorway, where you left my heart distressed
You swore you’d stand beside me, said your truth would never bend
Now your double-faced affection brings another bitter end

Oh betrayal cuts deeper than a rusted blade
Leaves a soul so weary, wishin all this hurt would fade
I gave you all my comfort, you left me bruised and low
Now I sing these downcast blues so the whole wide town will know

I heard the women talkin, say you smiled their way at night
While I waited by the lamplight tryin hard to keep it right
I held on through the tremors, tried to soothe your restless stride
But you tossed away my kindness for a cheaper, colder pride

Oh betrayal cuts deeper than a rusted blade
Leaves a soul so weary, wishin all this hurt would fade
I gave you all my comfort, you left me bruised and low
Now I sing these downcast blues so the whole wide town will know

Your honey-talkin manner used to charm my troubled mind
Now it sounds like hollow murmurs from a man who wandered blind
I patched the cracks you opened, tried to mend what came undone
But you traded all our promise for a fleeting, careless run

One day you’ll feel the burden of the sorrow you designed
When the nights grow heavy quiet and your lies come back to grind
But I’ll walk a steadier pathway, let my wounded spirit rise
And the truth I carry with me won’t be shaped by your disguise

Oh betrayal cuts deeper than a rusted blade
Leaves a soul so weary, wishin all this hurt would fade
I gave you all my comfort, you left me bruised and low
Now I sing these downcast blues so the whole wide town will know

Deeper than a rusted blade

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.

Deeper than a rusted blade

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