Post… post… posthuman  
Shimmer and lie  
 
Wired skin, showroom smile  
Glitching eyes that hide a file  
Cold design, mechanical  
Shining bright, symmetrical  

Nothing burns when I disguise  
Polished screen, electric lies  

Post, post, posthuman  
I can shimmer, I can hide  
Post, post, posthuman  
Synthetic heart inside  

Bend the code, swallow light  
Echo silence in the night  
Programmable mannequin  
Pulse replaced with adrenaline  

Nothing burns when I disguise  
Polished screen, electric lies  

Post, post, posthuman  
I can shimmer, I can hide  
Post, post, posthuman  
Synthetic heart inside  

Don’t let them trace your heat or shame  
Cached desires, delete the name  
Reload the shell, insert the dream  
Call it life inside the stream  
 
Post, post, posthuman  
I can shimmer, I can hide  
Post, post, posthuman  
Synthetic heart inside  
Post, post, posthuman  
I can shimmer, I can hide  

Post… post… posthuman

Posthuman (Electro 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.

Posthuman (Electro Pop reload)

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