No Gospel Left in You – Confronting spiritual abuse and betrayal.

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Stoner Rock "The Soul is Aching ✦3", male vocal 

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The Soul is Aching ✦3 | Stoner Rock - MV

Where angels dare to fall and demons learn to dance, Feathers and Flames sets fire to the line between heaven and hell. Driven by a swaggering Volbeat-inspired groove, this track blends pounding riffs, upright-bass swagger, and a sing-along chorus that drips with temptation.

The story: a forbidden love between a runaway angel and a devil-born outlaw. Neon wings, whiskey lips, and thunder-kissed promise; all tangled in a dance that neither heaven nor hell can stop.

This is outlaw rock with a gospel sneer, a shot of old-school rockabilly set ablaze with modern fire. If you like your romance loud, dangerous, and lit by lightning, this one’s for you.

Lyrics:

She rolled in like thunder, boots on the floor,
Angel in leather, never seen before.
Halo hangin’ crooked, fire in her smile,
Said, “I’ll stay a little longer, let’s sin a while.”
We hit the jukebox, the floor shook fast,
Whiskey on her lips, I knew it wouldn’t last.
Heaven called her name, but she turned away
And the devil in me begged her to stay.

White wings tangled in my blackened soul,
Two hearts burnin’ out of control.

Halo on fire, holy desire,
We dance through the ashes, we climb through the choir.
Angels and demons can’t stop this game,
We won't stop now, it's feathers and flame!

I’ve played cards with Satan, I’ve stolen from fate,
But she kissed me once and it sealed my state.
Every touch a gospel, every breath a crime,
We were outlaws ridin’ on borrowed time.
Neon wings in the smoky light,
We fought with kisses like a barroom fight.
If heaven’s gates close, I won’t even care,
I found salvation tangled in her hair.

White wings tangled in my blackened soul,
Two hearts burnin’ out of control.

Halo on fire, holy desire,
We dance through the ashes, we climb through the choir.
Angels and demons can’t stop this game,
We won't stop now, it's feathers and flame!

Now heaven’s huntin’, and hell’s on my trail,
But love like this, man, it just won’t fail.
She swore her vows on a midnight hymn,
I swore mine with a bottle and a crooked grin.
We’ll ride till the sunrise burns the night,
Two shadows kissin’ in the neon light.
Saints can judge, and devils conspire,
But we’ll go down swingin’ with a halo on fire!

Halo on fire, holy desire,
Sing it loud, set the world to the pyre!
Angels and demons can’t stop this game,
We won't stop now, it's feathers and flame!

Feathers and Flames

When The Final Bell Tolls

They shake your hand, they wink and smile
Sellin’ lust and lies in every aisle
Politicians in their fancy suits
But we’re the sheep that follow their boots

Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!

Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Backroom deals and cocktail thrills
Hot blondes, red wine, political kills
We all nod, we all obey
Chasing pleasure, while they make the play


Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Raise your glass, bite your lip
Power’s a game, we all trip
In bed, in streets, on the floor
The world’s a stage, we beg for more


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Follow… the loot… (bang your head…)
Sheep… in suits… (never stop…)
Love… and power… (scream it loud…)

Sheep In Suits

Sheep in Suits

Streetlights buzz like broken halos
Shadows stretch long tired
A pint glass winks back cold and hollow

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

Pavement cracks like whispered secrets
Boots scuff out the sound
Tales untold in cigarette regrets

Was it real or just a phase?
Nights like these a blurry haze

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

Spill the truth under neon moons
Falling fast the night's in ruins
But we keep spinning! Spinning! Spinning!
Spinning!!!

Was it real or just a phase?
Nights like these a blurry haze

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

Was it real or just a phase?
Nights like these a blurry haze

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

DIASPORA - The Last Call

I keep the volume low.
Your ghost still pings sometimes,

I scroll for warmth in plastic light,
each face repeats the same good night.
No blood, no pulse, just patterned waves,
we’re data ghosts pretending grace.

I feel your name behind the screen,
it fades before it ever breathes.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We dream in numbers, sleep in codes,
love translated into modes.
Your typing stops — that’s how I know
the algorithm let you go.

I see your shadow in the scroll,
too perfect to be whole.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We are the crowd,
we are the code.
Lonely together,
never alone.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Erase the silence, fake the sin,
love me once before I begin.

The page refreshes,
and I’m gone again.


Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

Reboot me please

Helene Fischer - Atemlos (Metal Version)

A blistering, riff-heavy southern rock track built for fast driving and loud speakers. Raw energy, roaring guitars, and unapologetic outlaw attitude.

The Devil’s Mile

GRIT & GASOLINE

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.

Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

Terminalose