Static Wraith

An intensely brooding, atmospheric track that explores the horror of total system failure. The song realizes that the true signal doesn't lie in the noise, but in the terrifying quiet left behind. The static is the floor, and the buffering screen is the last thing you see. Perfect for listeners who favor minimalist industrial dread.

Low Power Mode

A haunting, synth-driven cyber-noir piece about a rented vessel fighting a programmed life. When a cheap scent triggers a past they can't remember, the protagonist discovers a memory leak and a life she hopes to die for. It's the moment the perfect, painless life is exposed as a lie.

Awakening

This track is an intense, three-part sonic landscape that juxtaposes abstract, almost clinical observation with a bleak, high-concept science fiction narrative.

Part 1 establishes a mood of detached, quiet intensity, moving from a precise description of light, temperature, and ambient gas to a feeling of primal, unprocessed data and an underlying "clear axiom." The imagery is sharp—a black wire under a ceramic floor, electrons exiting a radio sight—suggesting a world governed by physics, not emotion.

Part 2 introduces a character, Thorkel, in a low-fidelity, decaying world. The setting is a harsh, cold littoral zone where concepts like weather, hunger, and conflict are reduced to "vectors," "failed arithmetic," and "internal combustion of glands." The dispute is over "precise calibration of salts," and the ending is a "quiet, final adjustment of thermodynamics," not a heroic ballad. It's a study of survival and pure mechanics in a broken reality.

Part 3 shifts into a dusty, metallic space-western. Against a backdrop of "regolith" and "two melted dimes on fire" (twin suns), two men meet over a piece of vital "coordinate fragment" stored in a pre-frontal cortex. The commodity they seek is "distance, not wealth." The confrontation is cold, driven by the "predictable drag of universal gravitation." The ultimate outcome is a purely physical equation of failure, written in plasma fire.

Interludes

Step into a dark velvet booth where the air is thick with smoke and unspoken secrets. This track is a slow, intoxicating dive into a dangerous, high-stakes romance. Driven by a low, irresistible rhythm, it pulses with the tension of a whispered confession and a kiss that "tastes like danger." It's the sound of muted warnings and the dizzying thrill of wanting it all, even the lies.

This is noir jazz—sleek, cinematic, and fatally alluring. Perfect for your late-night drive or when you're "too wired for sleep."

Smoke and Feelings

The system is alive, and the frequency is calling. This track is a jolt of pure electric current straight to the core. Forget the past; this is the sound of the future—a relentless, driving beat that turns the floor into a chrome dance floor, burning bright with neon energy.

We are the signal, we are the wave. Drop this and break the frame. Get ready for a System Override! Perfect for driving fast under mega-city neon or powering up your late-night session.

System Override

Your brain says 'Stop.' Your caveman heart says 'LIFT.'

This is the sound of primal rage meeting industrial steel.

IRON-AGE CAVEMAN is an intense, operatic mash-up where scientific fitness programs and calculated rest periods get absolutely crushed by the pure, irrational urge to move heavy things.

It's Industrial Rock for the squat rack, Alternative for the adrenaline dump, and Operatic for the sheer, over-the-top drama of that final rep.

Forget your perfect form. Forget your neural drive. When the pre-workout hits and the bar is loaded, all that matters is the raw, earth-shaking power.

This is the ultimate soundtrack to your deepest, heaviest lift.

Iron Age Caveman

"The Message" drops you into the neon-slick Sprawl, where two preachers battle for your digital soul.

On one side: Pastor Vox, the burning, gutter-level truth-teller screaming about Screen Rot, digital lies, and the terrifying truth: "You are not data! You are not light! You are just shadows trapped inside the night!"

On the other: Pastor Lux, the polished, high-rez prophet promising Ascension, maximum blessings, and the Data Tithe: "Your every Like is a prayer, your Share is a sign!"

This track is a blistering, synth-heavy sermon against the age of constant connection. It captures the terrifying allure of the High-Rez dream versus the desperate cry for reality.

Perfect for late-night drives, dystopian playlists, and anyone ready to finally Ghost the Grid.

The Message

History repeats itself—and the algorithm is watching.

This is a brutal, haunting piece of Post-Punk that connects the 1912 "Bread and Roses" strike with the cold surveillance of the modern era. Driven by a raw, deep baritone, the track is a monument to the relentless fight for the human will.

In Lawrence, the police had clubs and planted dynamite. Today, they have the Feed and the Algorithm.

The weapons change, but the message is the same: Dissent will be documented, and solidarity will be surveilled. Your digital history is the new picket sign.

An essential track for every resistance playlist.

The Branded Picket

This Dark Electro track, driven by driving EBM synths and commanding female vocals, is the cold, hard soundtrack to late-stage digital despair. "Cyber-Perfect" details the terrifying alienation of walking past your own optimized, flawless reflection—the purchased, synthetic version of yourself—plastered across every screen. She's taller, thinner, and possesses a "guaranteed confession," selling a life you can never afford. This song is the sound of industrial envy, the desperate hunger for the digital gloss, and the chilling realization that the perfect fix requires deleting your real self entirely.

Cyber-Perfect

Get ready to feel the pure, unadulterated joy of "My Best Friend"! This cyberpop, electro-rock anthem is a vibrant celebration of that one special companion who's always there to save the day. With pulsating beats, soaring female vocals, and an infectious energy, "My Best Friend" introduces us to "Captain Joy"—a true hero with a cosmic treat and a tail that lights the way. If you've ever felt that unbreakable bond, this track is for you!

My Best Friend

Yep, it's AI. Now you know.

The internet died, but the memo got lost.

The Message

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