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At the end of time
There's a certain sound
The beauty of extinction
Drowning out

Of all the ones who died
There is only one alive
From the brink of time
There is only one alive

As the stars align
In the blackened sky
And everything is screaming
Hold on tight

Of all the ones who died
There is only one alive
From the brink of time
There is only one alive

With a heavy heart
With a teary eye
She said
"Goodbye"
Goodbye
Goodbye

Of all the ones who died
There is only one alive
From the brink of time
There is only one alive

And of all the ones who died
There is only one alive
From the brink of time
There is only one alive
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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.

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