This Is Me, in Tracks

Steel-eyed hunger, dead connection
March in silence, no direction
This is not a savior sign
This is not a finish line

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Code is a weapon, failure divine
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Crashing on purpose, losing in time

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

Cold and endless, mission burning
Built for killing, built for yearning
Perfect error, holy waste
Empty heart, synthetic taste

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Code is a weapon, failure divine
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Crashing on purpose, losing in time
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Stand in the ashes, stand in the pose
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
This is the anthem, Terminalose

Steel is broken, skin is thin
Loss is the crown, the beauty within
Steel is broken, skin is thin
This is the crown of Terminalose sin

(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Code is a weapon, failure divine
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Crashing on purpose, losing in time
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Stand in the ashes, stand in the pose
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
This is the anthem, Terminalose

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

Why Terminalose ?

I tore my name apart
Left the pieces in the dark
Every login hides my face
Every mask a new escape

Cutting out the sound
Switching who I am
Now I don’t remember what is real

Who am I, who do you see?
Just another ghost behind a screen
I run fast, I break hard, but I split in two
I can’t tell which one of me is true

I’ve been hiding from your eyes
Dodging bullets, dodging lies
Built a thousand little walls
Now I don’t know me at all

Cutting out the sound
Switching who I am
Now I don’t remember what is real

Who am I, who do you see?
Just another ghost behind a screen
I run fast, I break hard, but I split in two
I can’t tell which one of me is true

All my names collide at once
Every alias is drunk
I can’t stitch them back in place
Tell me how to find one face

Who am I, who do you see?
Just another ghost behind a screen
I run fast, I break hard, but I split in two
I can’t tell which one of me is true

Who Am I ?


I came at you, but you pushed me away
You wanted to keep it simple, so I gave you space
I stood at your door, and I’m still standing here
Waiting for a sign, for you to pull me near


Now you say I just sit and watch your heart burn
I didn't even know I started a fire
But then I’ve been trying, girl, I tried to put out the fire
Still you keep pushing me away, every time I get close
Then you turn back around and say it’s me who left you alone


I don’t need to come back, girl, I’m right here
Only if you’d see me, only if you’d let me near
Open up the door, oh no no no
I didn’t have to leave, I never left
But you never let me in… yet


If you say you’re burning, then I wanna burn with you
I know I can take care of that heart, yeah, you know it’s true
But you’ve gotta let me in, gotta let me try
We don't have to put out the flame, lets just kindle that flame together
You and me (me and you)


How can you say I’m not around
When I’ve been waiting here, steady on this ground
I never walked away, never turned my back
I’m right where you left me, hoping you’ll look back


I don’t need to come back, baby, I’m right here
Only if you’d see me, only if you’d let me near
Open up the door, oh no no no
I didn’t leave, I never had to leave
But you never let me in… yet


If you’re burning, let me burn with you
I can hold your heart, girl, just let me through
I’m standing at your door, waiting for your sign
I never left, I’m just waiting for the time

Let Me In

Jimmy, who are you, behind the screen you hide
A name they think they know, but I keep it deep inside
I've been burned by voices sharp as knives
So I built three faces just to stay alive

Jimmy, Jimmy, echo in my mind
A ghost of myself I left behind
I am many, but I feel so few
Jimmy, Jimmy, who are you?

Jimmy, who are you, when the crowd shouts your name
They don’t see the fractures, they just play the game
I erased my shadow, changed the sound of me
To escape the fire and find a way to breathe

Jimmy, Jimmy, echo in my mind
A ghost of myself I left behind
I am many, but I feel so few
Jimmy, Jimmy, who are you?

Not the name they used to know
Not the scars that still don’t show
I am silence, I am flame
Oh Jimmy
What have you done ? 

Jimmy, Jimmy, echo in my mind
A ghost of myself I left behind
I am many, but I feel so few
Jimmy, Jimmy, who are you?

My name is Jimmy

First draft — testing the sonic environment with alternate vocals and lyrics. Exclusive to SoundCloud. This is not a final version, just an experiment leading toward my debut album project: deeply introspective, built on my own voice and my own words.

Raw Truths (Work Tape 01) (debut album)

Someone didn't like my song
Said it didn't suit them at all
That's okay
That's okay
You don't have to like my song

Someone didn't like my song
Wanted to report me
Someone didn't like my song
And for no reason
Some people need mental health


Someone didn't like my song
Said it didn't suit them at all
That's okay
That's okay
You don't have to like my song

Someone didn't like my song
Wanted to report me
Someone didn't like my song
And for no reason
Some people need mental health

Someone Didn't Like My Song

Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance
That it wouldn't tear us apart
We'd keep our heads above the blackened water
But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place
And you're gone now
Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean
Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun
You're nowhere to be seen
Do you think our desires still burn
I guess it was desires that tore us apart
There has to be passion
A passion for living, surviving
And that means detachment
Every-body has a weapon to fight you with
To beat you with when you are down
There were too many defence between us
Doubting all the time
Fearinf all the time
Doubting all the time
Fearinf all the time
That like these urban nightmares
We'd blacken each other skies
When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there
Of written threats on endless walls
Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain
It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes
That we left behind
It rains even harder now . lyrics : anne clark

(my darkness) remix

Oh-oh, yeah…  
Variables collide, identities alive…  

I’m a fraction split in two,  
One side’s him, the other’s you.  
Parallel lines that never meet,  
I walk in circles on the street.  

I’m the square root of disguise,  
Different masks behind these eyes.  
Every role’s another sum,  
I add them up, I’m never one.  

All these angles, sharp and wide,  
Polygons I cannot hide.  

I’m equations of me, infinite identities,  
Solve for X, you’ll never know who I’ll be.  
I’m equations of me, different roles I set free,  
Every function draws another piece of me.  

I’m a tangent out of line,  
Chasing graphs across your mind.  
Divide myself in shifting roles,  
Multiplying borrowed souls.  

I’m the constant in the game,  
Change the symbol, stay the same.  
Every mask’s another chance,  
I write the proof, I play the dance.  

All these numbers, undefined,  
Chaos written in my signs.  

I’m equations of me, infinite identities,  
Solve for X, you’ll never know who I’ll be.  
I’m equations of me, different roles I set free,  
Every function draws another piece of me.  

Graphs exploding, lines collide,  
Limits bending, nothing’s right.  
In the mirror, who I see?  
A thousand shapes, all geometry.  

I’m equations of me, infinite identities,  
Solve for X, you’ll never know who I’ll be.  
I’m equations of me, different roles I set free,  
Every function draws another piece of me.  

Oh-oh… infinite identities…  
Equations of me…  
Equations of me…  

Equations of me (Nu Brit Pop reload)

Artist: Anni-Frid Lyngstad
Album: "Something's Going On"
Original Release Date: 1982

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Frida - I Know There's Something Going On ( Parnix Remix 2025) by Dj Pierre De Malte

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Sweat Ritual

This music video is trippy az - took a minute : https://youtu.be/riJ2PAnbyzQ

Dark, hypnotic, warehouse‑ready techno—step into the Index and don’t look back.
Rolling bass, acid edges, space‑bound pulse—built for late hours.
From void to city: a cinematic techno journey.

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The Story ➜
There is a library that rotates around a star that does not shine.

The star is called the Umbra Crown, an object that drinks light the way dry soil swallows rain. Around it, on a safe, slow ring, floats the Palimpsest Array—thirty‑one linked hulls and one cathedral of glass mathematics, all of it oriented toward a thing no eye can see. The Array keeps records of what the universe attempts, fails, revises, and forgets.

In Vault Nine, behind shutters etched with compass roses, the Index of Lost Vectors sleeps in a cradle of null‑metal. It is not a book. It is not a map. It is a living catalog of directions that once were real and then weren’t: bearings erased by paradox, routes collapsed by war, trajectories canceled by the absolute pressure of someone’s choice.

Every so often, a new arrow appears in the Index, pointing toward nothing and still insisting it points. That insistence is hard to ignore when your job title is Vectorist.

Kael Ivers had held that title for sixteen years. They had seen the Index wake exactly three times.

On the fourth, the arrows did not appear.

They bloomed.

I — Arrowfall

Kael did not dream in pictures. They dreamed in angles: a narrow gate of ninety degrees held like a promise, an indulgent sweep of one hundred twenty that never closed where you thought it would. That night, in the small sleep between the first cup of bitter broth and the second, Kael dreamed a circle that would not stay circle. It kept erupting with tangents, each tangent a pale hairline of intent.

They woke with the taste of tin in their mouth and the feeling of a room straightening around them.

“Vault Nine,” said the Array, warm and calm in Kael’s ear. The Array never hurried its vowels. “The Index is agitated.”

Kael rolled off the hammock, slid into a field jacket, and jogged through the airless corridor. The shard windows along the passage showed a black full of small, reluctant stars. The Umbra Crown lived where no starlight reached, but the shyer stars still haunted the periphery.

The vault door recognized Kael’s gait before it recognized their badge. Inside, the Index floated—a torus of glass, a halo with a heart. When it slept, it looked like a ring made by someone who understands rings only as an idea. When it woke, angles sprouted from it the way grass erupts after a secret rain.

Today, it was a meadow.

Thousands of vectors had blossomed out of the torus, paper‑thin and luminous. They didn’t point to random; they pointed toward a choreography. Some curved, some refused to bow; others leaned with the authority of a road that predates the city it enters.

Kael did not touch it. They didn’t have to. The vectors brushed the surface of their attention and left afterimages that behaved like memory. The taste of tin intensified.

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Index of Lost Vectors | Uber Trippy Morphing Music Video @ YouTube

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