Lyrics:

It's dirty floors
And bloody walls
And broken glass I'm seeing
I tried to call
I tried to call
If you pick up, I'm screaming
Seen you freeze up when I tried to talk
If you try to talk, I hate it
If this gon' carry on
I shouldn't get involved, but
(I get high off it!)

I can't run away from this!
The way she spoke just made me sick!
Paint my walls red and drink a fifth!
Cause you still ain't holding me close
So wake me up when this gon' be over
The way you looked just made me get cold
Ring me up if you ever get lonely
I'm still in love so I'm prolly gon' fold

I keep running myself in circles
Tryna find any way back into your arms
But you still ain't holding me

Close, okay okay
I was gone for a minute, I'll be back in another now
Oh, okay I'll stay, started acting super freaky 
so I guess that she could get it now
Woah, yes that's my baby
I should prolly head home, she gon' hit me any minute now
Woah, it's okay if she hates me
I'm still stuck up on a chick that ain't worth saving

I know you hated every word I wrote
But baby I'm still singing
You wanna get involved?
I saw you text and call
But I'm too drunk to read them
I know it pissed you off when I would try to talk
I know that one of us is gonna end up getting hurt
Know you still want me dead, or worse
I hate fire but I watched it burn!
(I get high off it!)

I can't run away from this!
The way she spoke just made me sick!
Paint my walls red and drink a fifth!
Cause you still ain't holding me close
So wake me up when this gon' be over
The way you looked just made me get cold
Ring me up if you ever get lonely
I'm still in love so I'm prolly gon' fold
I can't run away from this!
The way she spoke just made me sick!
Paint my walls red and drink a fifth!
Cause you still ain't holding me close
So wake me up when this gon' be over
The way you looked just made me get cold
Ring me up if you ever get lonely
I'm still in love so I'm prolly gon' fold

I keep running myself in circles
Tryna find any way back into your arms
But you still ain't holding me!

dirty floors

Wheels Keep Turning

fuel

How You Like Me Now

Power Play

I found your lighter in my coat
Didn’t cry — just felt the smoke
Your echo lives behind the door
But I don’t feel it like before

Some ghosts don’t need to talk
They just sit there and rot

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

Your records still spin in my head
But they scratch like everything you said
I bled enough on all your lines
Now I just cross out your signs

I don’t miss, I dissect
What you ruin, I protect

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

All the blame you threw like knives
Guess what — I'm still alive
Every lie you wrapped in silk
I wear them now like scars, not guilt

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe
Just fuck you

I wonder sometimes (Post Punk Rock reload)

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)

Conspiracy Minded

Can't Forget You

A dark twist on a classic tale. “Alice in Chains” leads listeners deep into a haunted Wonderland — where innocence meets insanity and shadows whisper her name. With thunderous guitars, eerie melodies, and Don Dalo’s haunting vocals, Ravenshield transforms fantasy into a gothic metal nightmare. A cinematic soundscape for fans of dark storytelling and Halloween chills.

The Halloween Saga (Halloween Special)

30.10.2025

Alice In Chains

Alice in Chains

Tribute to the winner of the Escobar Award

Escobar Award

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.

I wonder sometimes (Post Punk Rock reload)

Terminalose