I Fight My Own Battles

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Heavily inspired by the mood, structure, and style of “Zombie” with socially conscious lyrics and a raw emotional charge.

Echoes of Silence

Smell Of Rain

Digital Heretic marks the 45th chapter in the PulseMeld project — a culmination of rage, resistance, and raw industrial expression.

This 12-track assault peels back the digital skin of modern life and spits in the face of algorithmic obedience. It's the sound of wires screaming, of cracked mirrors reflecting what we've become — and what we refuse to be.

“I was born with a firewall halo.”
— Digital Heretic

Tracks like “You Are My Zombie”, “Cemetery Wifi”, and “Your Utopia Not Mine” pulse with sarcasm, venom, and deliberate chaos. Elsewhere, the devastating crawl of “Bury Me With Hate” and the warped euphoria of “Black Mirror Ball” linger like a virus in the bloodstream.

No genre cages, no apologies.
This is PulseMeld at its most unapologetic, unfiltered, and electrified.

🩸 For the heretics, the glitched-out souls, and the wired ones who never fit in — this is your cathedral of distortion.

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Embrace the Reaper

Deja Vu

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I kept my kindness blunted, filed down to fit the room,
til the room grew teeth and called itself a womb.
You measured my worth by the quiet of my throat,
then sold me a raft with holes for a boat.
I traced the fault lines running under your grace—
contracts in cursive carved into my face.
A lifeline shouldn’t be a leash on the wrist;
I bit through the braid when the rope turned to fist.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t be the soft place your violence lands,
not the velvet beneath your iron plans.
If mercy has bones, let it keep them intact—
I’m done bleeding for your sacred act.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!

[Verse 2]
You called my boundaries “barbed” when they cut your demand,
yet wore a crown of thorns and said it was “the plan.”
You sanctified harm with the right kind of light,
but holiness breaks where it hides what it bites.
I kept receipts inked under the skin—
ledgers of nights I refused to give in.
When “peace” was a muzzle, and “care” was a cage,
I learned to spell “freedom” in bone and in rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
If truth is a field, I’ll harvest it raw—
no more pruning the thorn to flatter the law.
If hope is a ladder, let each rung be real;
no painted ascent, no counterfeit steel.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!!

[Bridge]
If grief is a coastline, then time is the tide—
it takes and it gives, but it will not decide.
I plant my fingers in the granite of dawn,
and pull the whole day up like a song.

Hold—hold—hold the stone.

Home—home—home in bone.

YOUR GENTLENESS WAS A GLOVE FOR THE KNIFE.
I’M DONE HIDING THE BLOOD THAT PROVES I’M ALIVE.

[Final Chorus]
So I grow claws where I once grew doubt,
grip in the gale till the thunder runs out.
If love lights a fire, let it warm these flaws—
not remake me smooth, but honor the claws.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
When you call it “order” while you tighten your jaws—
I’ll keep my throat,
and keep my claws...

Claws Ft.OracleCat

Alt-pop / dark rock in D minor (102 BPM). Cutting verses, explosive chorus with doubled vocals and post-chorus “I won’t break,” halftime bridge for catharsis. An emancipation after a toxic tie. Fits Viral Pop / Hot Alternative / Breakup Bangers.

“Mirrors at Dawn” is Leya’s cinematic alt-pop/ modern rock concept album about breaking cycles and choosing the morning after. Eight songs move from darkness to clarity: stadium hooks, intimate bridges, and anthems for starting over.

Tracklist:
1) Draw the Line (This Side Is Mine) — E minor, 108 BPM — boundary-setting anthem.
2) I Hate You — D minor, 102 BPM — alt-pop bite with a viral hook.
3) I Hate Love (Pull the Plug) — F# minor, 140 BPM — dark synthpop / alt-trap.
4) Mother, After (I Hate My Mother) — B minor, 84 BPM — intimate indie/folk catharsis.
5) I Curse the Day I Trusted You — E minor, 96 BPM — cinematic rock release.
6) Saltwater Baptism (Wash You Out) — A minor, 118 BPM — nocturnal synthwave cleanse.
7) Glass Back (Won’t Break) — D minor, 104 BPM — stadium resilience.
8) I Hate Goodbye (But I Love the Dawn) — G minor, 84 BPM — closing sunrise.

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Mirrors at Dawn

I Hate You

Copyright 2025 Drop Stereo. All songs written, created, performed, recorded by Timothy Anderson.

Verse 1
The cracks above are showing through,
blue’s been bleeding into gray.
We tried to build a world from truth,
but it keeps slipping away.
I’m tired of pretending I’m fine,
just to keep the peace inside.
We’re all screaming under glass skies,
hoping someone hears the fight.

Pre-Chorus
Every headline feels like static,
every dream feels automatic.

Chorus
So I’m tearing down the walls again,
let the noise come rushing in.
If this is what it takes to feel,
then cut me open — make it real.
We’re the kids they left behind,
still learning how to heal in time.
Every scar a battle cry,
underneath these glass skies.

Verse 2
We used to talk about forever,
now we just survive the day.
Our heroes turned to shadows,
and our faith just fades away.
But somewhere in the wreckage,
I still feel a pulse beneath.
It’s fragile, it’s defiant —
but it still belongs to me.

Pre-Chorus
Every silence feels electric,
every truth a bit prophetic.

Chorus
So I’m tearing down the walls again,
let the noise come rushing in.
If this is what it takes to feel,
then cut me open — make it real.
We’re the kids they left behind,
still learning how to heal in time.
Every scar a battle cry,
underneath these glass skies.

Bridge / Breakdown
Break me down, rebuild what’s left,
I’ve been waiting for my breath.
If the world won’t bend — then I’ll defy,
one last truth beneath the lie.

Final Chorus / Outro
So I’m tearing down the walls again,
let the storm come rushing in.
We’re not lost — just undefined,
still alive beneath the grind.
Every scar a reason why,
we survive these glass skies.

Tearing Down the Walls

Dead Weight Ritual

Shatter the Silence by CuddleCat

Neon Heartbreak

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".