Down to the ashes, down I fall…  
Systems broken, shadows call…  

I descend to the thighs of ruins,  
Through the cinder of fractured systems.  
I drink the heat of dying flame,  
Leap into air, unbound, unnamed…  
With closed eyes…  

To strike dissolution’s hand,  
In the curves where matter bends…  

Shall I break the entropy of my form?  
Shall I break the entropy of my form, my form?  
Or crown the chaos as my vow,  
The entropy I serve is now…  

I will enter the fingers of disorder,  
With the rigor of frozen equations.  
Through every law, through every loss,  
My body bends, my body caught.  

To strike dissolution’s hand,  
In the curves where matter bends…  

Shall I break the entropy of my form?  
Shall I break the entropy of my form, my form?  
Or crown the chaos as my vow,  
The entropy I serve is now…  

What if I wed entropy?  
What if I circle entropy?  
What if I tame entropy?  
What if I master entropy?  

Entropy… entropy… entropy…  
I break, I bind, I breathe… entropy.  
Entropy… entropy… entropy…  
My body’s vow, my only creed…  

Entropy…  
Entropy…  
Entropy…  

Entropy (Baroque Pop 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.

Entropy (Baroque Pop reload)

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