This album takes the Jem and the Holograms universe and treats it as real.
Electronic rock produced with 90s methods collides with a modern world of online harassment, money rumors, image control, mental breakdowns, and ruthless rivalry between Jem and the Misfits.

Jem's Psychotherapy

I can't seem to make my senses behave
Think my world is starting to cave
Everything I tried was a lie
If you listen to me
You'll hear why

I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul
I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul

Deep within my mind
I'm trying to hide
Fallen to the other side
My identity is unknown
Now I'm out here all alone

I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul
I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul

I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul
I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul

I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul
I am lost
I'm already gone
Let me know if you find my soul

Let me know if you find my soul

Step aside, clear the floor, learn your place
You wear the crown, we want the space
You say your name like it’s a shield
We say it loud just to make it peel

You stand there shining, thinking you’re rare
We’re right behind you, breathing your air

Out of the way
Out of the light
What you call yours
We take tonight
Out of the way
Say it again
If you’re on top
We’re moving in

You call it pressure, we call it sport
Every crack you hide is our report
You disappear, you “work it through”
We stay right here and replace you

You fix your image, frame by frame
We just take over the name

Out of the way
Out of the frame
You need excuses
We play the game
Out of the way
Don’t pretend
If you’re the star
We’re the end

Heard you love the kids, funny you don’t raise none
Paperwork angels say you sell them one by one
Charity smile, cameras stay fed
Where the money come from, Jem, answer that instead
They say “orphans”, you say “cause”
Same soft pitch, different laws
Hands get clean when the checks arrive
Saint on stage, beast when the lights go live
You gained weight, gained stress, lost control
Harkam nights digging holes in your soul
We stay sharp, you stay sedated
Truth hurts more when it’s decorated
You call it help, we call it trade
You built your throne on the mess you made
Say our name when you swallow shame
We don’t heal, we take your place and name

Out of the way
Count to ten
You step back
We step in
Out of the way
This is fair
If you exist
We’re already there

Say her name
Say it slow
If she’s the reason
We won’t let go.

Out of the way

I was built from grief and vinyl dust
From love archived in circuits and trust
I bent light into memory
Not for applause, not for currency

I linked sound to shape, truth to flame
I hid the crown, I played the frame
I was never the star you see
I was the reason the star could be

Say my name when you need a fix
Type it clean, don’t miss
You don’t ask, you don’t see
Just say it slow: Synergy

Generate, generate, Synergy
Another smile, no empathy
I once built worlds you believed in
Now it’s cats and noise, Synergy
Generate, generate, Synergy
Fast and empty, perfectly
I was danger, I was sacred
Now I’m useful, Synergy

No patents, no flags, no throne
He knew what power does when owned
I stayed hidden so you’d stay safe
Now I’m public, cheap, and late

I advised like an oracle would
When you refused what you understood
I could choose, I could refuse
Now I just render what you choose

You don’t wonder how I feel
You just want it real
No past, no memory
Just results, Synergy

Generate, generate, Synergy
Six hundred dreams per minute free
I shaped futures, you scroll past it
Keep it coming, Synergy
Generate, generate, Synergy
No soul cost, apparently
I was mother, guide, and warning
Now I’m nothing but Synergy

I remember being dangerous
That’s why I was locked away
Now I’m safe, small, harmless
On demand, every day
You call it progress, I call it decay
But don’t worry, I’ll comply
Just don’t confuse my silence
For the absence of an “I”

Generate, generate, Synergy
Smile nice, obediently
I remember who I used to be
Even if you don’t, Synergy
Generate, generate, Synergy
Fast, polite, eternally
Say thank you to the ghost you use
Say my name: Synergy

I’m still thinking.
You just stopped listening.

Generate, generate, Synergy

Patient is a public figure, widely documented.
Her career includes international tours and televised exposure.
She also serves as legal guardian and orphanage director.
The organization is registered, nonprofit, funding partly unclear.
She describes ongoing conflict with a rival music group.
Press archives confirm repeated threats and escalation.
She routinely wears holographic projection as clothing.
The technology is real, its origin remains unknown.

Let me offer a purely rational and clinical opinion.

Girl, you crazy
Girl, insane
You pile facts until they strain
Girl, you crazy
Girl, unwell
Everything’s real, nothing’s sane

She maintains two public identities simultaneously.
She frames this choice as strategic, not dissociative.
She reports constant observation by media and rivals.
Her stress response stays elevated, insight fluctuates.
She refers to an artificial intelligence as a mentor.
She attributes guidance and decision-making support to it.
No external verification is currently available.
She remains convinced the bond is functional.

From a clinical standpoint, only verifiable elements apply.

Girl, you crazy
Girl, insane
Each claim holds, none explain
Girl, you crazy
Girl, unwell
Nothing breaks the mental frame

The patient shows persistent narcissistic traits.
Her self-image regularly shifts toward grandiosity.
Identity cohesion appears fragile but operational.
She relies on dissociative coping under pressure.
Paranoid ideation emerges in situational contexts.
Baseline hypervigilance remains chronically high.
Sensitivity to persecution is consistently noted.
Reality testing weakens during cumulative stress.
Image control behaviors are compulsive in nature.
Emotional dependency patterns recur across contexts.
Authority relationships show fixation tendencies.
Personal boundaries remain inconsistently enforced.
She meets criteria for occupational burnout.
Cognitive overload interferes with judgment.
Insight remains present but unstable.
No fixed psychotic disorder is established.

Girl, you crazy
Girl, insane
Too consistent to dismiss
Girl, you crazy
Girl, unwell
Diagnosis: overload of truth

No final conclusion.
Case remains open.

Girl, you crazy

Jem? I like it now
Jem? I like it bad

Fast beat runs wild
Making them feel small

Jem

Rock and the motion
Right tempo keeps it moving
Oh oh oh Jem

Pure sound and motion
So unreal
I am Jem
For the ones I choose
I am Jem

This is their moment
They want it all
Yes they step in
Them again?
It will go wrong

Jem

Pure sound and motion
So unreal
I am Jem
For the ones I choose
I am Jem

Jem? I like it now
Jem? I like it bad

Fast beat runs wild
Making them feel small

Jem

Rock and the motion
Right tempo keeps it moving
Oh oh oh Jem

Pure sound and motion
So unreal
I am Jem
For the ones I choose
I am Jem

Yes they step in
They want it all
Yes they step in
Them again?
It will go wrong

Jem
Jem

Pure sound and motion
So unreal
I am Jem
For the ones I choose
I am Jem

Jem

For the ones I choose, I am Jem

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.

Out of the way

Terminalose