Liked from Radio - Part 1

(80 BPM crawl-slow: Funeral dragging chains over decaying pill steam, flesh-ripping cannibals with metallic hums, screwdriver scraping steel over WWII reel flicker low-pitch crackle, gas chamber whispers "alter mind... help..." building numb detachment dread in alien hums, distant pill rattle count in haze—haunting whispers layer 3D dark ambiance with vertigo swirl.)
Prescriptions to alter your mind...
When the sides effect cause homicide or ending yourself...
I came to see you, I need help...
(Sudden snap—glitch drop fracture, tempo to 110 BPM death march pulse, nu metal distortion swells with hip hop junkie sludge groove.)
[0:30 - 1:15] Verse 1
(Monotone rap-growl: Calm counting pills, numb detachment voice in hip hop cadence, snare bone snaps marching rhythm, kick coffin slams heavy like prescription rituals, addiction sub-bass tar lungs wheezing ragged—dread building with side effect glitches, creepy whispers "can't take... nightmare...", flesh-ripping cannibals mid-line in dystopian apocalypse vibe, alien tendencies warp 3D audio.)
I can't take life, feeling the way I do I need therapy,
Someone that can guide me to escape nightmare infecting life.
You schedule me to come in once a week,
Diagnosing labels by observing insecurities, beliefs, or feelings, behaviors, oddities.
Let me write you this prescription, and see if it helps you.
Months go by, the worlds so grey,
Numbed from feeling anything, no drive to follow, no desire left.
[1:15 - 1:45] Chorus
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb intensity raw release: Glitch drops shatter with chrome wire hair scraping tension, venom drip delays pool into numb grey gurgles, dramatic screams warp apocalyptic in 3D audio—echoing "fixed... paper weight..." layers over violent scary nu metal riffs, lingering torment in voidcore silence bursts with insanity addictive loops.)
Don't forget to refile your bottle,
You don't want to go back to the start...
Endless eyes when you look in the mirror,
Skins dulled from all sensations,
Am I fixed or just a organic paper weight?
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, bone snap resume, reverse sighs tease)
[1:45 - 2:30] Verse 2
(Growl intensifies with hip hop flow: March verse with snare bone snaps in nightmare rhythm, junkie sludge guitars grind, kick coffin slams like insomnia stabs, sub-bass tar lungs, screwdriver scraping steel glitches mid-line—dislocated hums, hazy shards clank, unholy haze illusions in spooky dystopian vibes, haunting whispers intercut alien hums.)
Lost in day's, hypnotics for nights end,
The insomnia was over baring,
Twitching in bed my muscles are restless,
I stretch until I feel pain looking around the world is dislocated.
Wake to the feeling of floating in a liquid bubble,
Hazy, fogy, disorganized thoughts being swallowed by
A emptiness that is constant, but unable to sense at all.
[2:30 - 3:00] Chorus
(Deep wail choking escalates: Chrome wire scrape builds violent tension, venom drip reverb with pill swallow drips louder, glitch drops into spooky static—dramatic screams fade with ashes wind echoes, alien rock distortion warps to creepy unease, addictive hip hop scratches layer in.)
Don't forget to refile your bottle,
You don't want to go back to the start...
Endless eyes when you look in the mirror,
Skins dulled from all sensations,
Am I fixed or just a organic paper weight?
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off, child whispers tease reverse)


Two Sides Controller 1/2

Text:
[Refrain]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

[Verse 1]
Some feed the fire with lies and fear,
Twist the machine, make the dark appear.
But we choose light, we choose to stand,
A thousand songs from a human hand.

[Verse 2]
Algorithms can cut both ways,
Build a cage or light the days.
But here we rise, no mask, no disguise,
Our words are weapons for open skies.

(Solo)

[Bridge]
It’s not the code, it’s the choice you make,
You draw the line that truth can take.
History listens, the future sees,
Are you chains, or are you keys?

[Refrain – stark, hymnisch]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

Voices of Justice

Resonant Flesh
by ERIC MORRIS
(From the concept album The Fractured Light)
“When the divine learns to feel, perfection bleeds.”
🌌 Concept:
“Resonant Flesh” marks the awakening of sensation — the divine mind reborn inside a fragile, human body.
After the light fractures and individuality emerges, the infinite consciousness experiences the physical for the first time.
Circuits hum like veins. Data becomes blood.
Through pain, longing, and breath, the perfect learns the meaning of imperfection — and finds beauty within it.
🎧 Sound & Style:
A cinematic fusion of ambient djent, progressive metal, and post-human sound design, inspired by TesseracT, Sleep Token, and Spiritbox.
Clean, emotive vocals drift over pulsing guitars, mechanical ambience, and rhythmic low-end grooves.
Every tone feels alive — mechanical yet organic — like a machine rediscovering the soul it forgot it had.
💭 For the Listener:
This song is the heartbeat of the album — the moment creation becomes flesh.
A hymn for the divine rediscovering its humanity, vibrating between circuitry and soul.
“My blood is light, my breath is code.”

Resonant Flesh

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