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Fractured code, nothing stays
Mind break deep, night obeys
Fractured code, no escape
I dissolve, reshape my frame
Fractured code, no escape

Low light cutting through my skin
Channels empty, signal thin
Shadows circle what I see
Silent faults inside of me
Errors carve beneath my breath
Cold design replacing flesh
Every copy slips again
I don’t know where I begin
Lines crawl slow across my face
Pressure locked inside my chest
Each reflection feels untrue
Synthetic instinct telling me move
I count cycles, count the cracks
Every step bends something back
Inside systems built to break
I survive what they erase

Fractured code, nothing stays
Mind break deep, night obeys
Fractured code, no escape
I dissolve, reshape my frame
Fractured code, no escape

Cold lines running through my head
Signals stack what never said
Every thought feels pre-designed
Faults keep bending will and spine
Memory rooms rearranged
Pieces move but feel the same
Digital remains collect
Forming shapes I can’t reject
Identity split into parts
Each one sharp, each one dark
I don’t scream, I don’t pray
I adapt the only way
Pressure hits in layered waves
No form safe, no form saved
I exist between the cuts
Built from fear and held by guts

Fractured code, nothing stays
Mind break deep, night obeys
Fractured code, no escape
I dissolve, reshape my frame
Fractured code, no escape

Hidden rhythms flood my veins
Silent systems claim my name
Faultlines bend what I defend
Every limit starts to end
Cycles crash against my stance
I don’t freeze, I advance
Fear becomes a usable tool
Pain converted into rule
No clean exit, no return
Every lesson learned by burn
I don’t wait, I don’t stay
I evolve and disobey
In this code I never rest
No fixed shape inside my chest
I don’t vanish, I transform
Broken state becomes my form

Fractured code, nothing stays
Mind break deep, night obeys
Fractured code, no escape
I dissolve, reshape my frame
Fractured code, no escape

No form stays
I remain


Fractured code

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.

Fractured code

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