There is no god.
No sky to save.
Just the weight,
Of the world we crave.

Smoke and soil, we rise from dust,
Breath of the void, corrode, combust.
No holy hands, no distant throne,
We walk the dark — we’re not alone.

Only us — fire and rust,
Only bones learning trust.
Only us — the living clay,
Fading slow, we burn, we stay.

Stone to blood, the ground still hums,
Echoed hearts become the drums.
No prophets speak, no stars align,
We are the pulse, the fault, the sign.

Only us — fire and rust,
Only bones learning trust.
Only us — the living clay,
Fading slow, we burn, we stay.

No god. No throne.
No light beyond the stone.
Only bodies — only breath.
Only silence — only death.

Only us… only us…
Only us… only us…
Only us… only us…
That’s enough.

Only us (Stoner Doom 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.

Only us (Stoner Doom reload)

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