Psychosis is not a heroic journey. It’s not a spiritual treasure. There’s nothing glorious. Nothing to keep. Only the collapse of reality that feels, for a moment, like a doorway. But what lies beyond is no gift — just a mirage of a silver skull.

Blacktop Voodoo drips with Southern heat, haunted swagger, and swamp-rock danger. It’s not just a show — it’s a ritual. With syncopated drums, smoky vocals, and a boot-stompin’ voodoo groove, the band faces down the devil himself in a backroad bar where the bartender’s eyes blaze and the crowd’s already hexed. Play it loud or don’t play at all.

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Blacktop Voodoo

"Hearts in Crossfire" is a dark and emotional post-punk anthem that explores the breakdown of a once-passionate relationship turned into a battlefield of silence, pride, and unspoken pain. Set against a bleak but atmospheric backdrop, the lyrics portray two lovers caught in emotional warfare—each armored, each wounded, neither willing to surrender. The song moves through moments of cold reflection, bitter accusation, and aching nostalgia, with vivid metaphors like broken guitars, shattered mirrors, and poisoned beds. Musically, it pairs melancholic melodies with driving rhythms and icy synth textures, building from restrained verses to explosive choruses. The spoken bridge adds a raw, intimate touch before the final reprise leads into a haunting instrumental fadeout. It’s a story of love lost not in a moment, but in a drawn-out war neither side could win.



Hearts in Crossfire

(Verse 1)  
The first time I saw you, my heart skipped a beat, A long-haired hippie, in a back pew seat. Wondered why you came, but I felt a spark, Wanted to be your friend, to light up the dark.  

(Chorus)  
With a heart so bright, you shine like the sun, In this dance of life, I knew you were the one. From bowling nights to pizza dreams, You’re my best friend, or so it seems. In this journey together, we’ll find our way, With love that grows stronger, day by day.   

(Verse 2)  
Volunteering together, I saw your grace, A caring soul, in this sacred place. Each moment we share, brings joy anew, In every laugh and every tear, I cherish you.  

(Chorus)  

(Bridge)  
One year later, and I love you still, Through complicated paths, we climb every hill. One day we’ll be free, to love openly, Together forever, just you and me.  

(Chorus)    

(Outro)  
So here’s to our love, so wild and true, You’re my crunchy, I’m your princess too. Through the nights and the days, I’ll cherish our song, In this beautiful chaos, is where we belong.


Lyrics By: Princess Chaos - Crunchy Creations - 2025

Day By Day

The Silver Skull 1982

Terminal Love

The Journey

A cover of this song by my Miss B rock star persona.

We're Unified

(Verse 1)
Love's just a cheap word when the hurt is the only thing that feels real, and hope is a fool's prayer, a ghost in the static you think that you hear, but no one is there, and shadows become so real.

(Chorus)
Another dream in the dust, with jagged edges that cut to the soul, been broken one last time, now I can't be broken no more.

(Verse 2)
Yeah, love is a cheap word, 'cause the hurt is the only damn thing that I feel, and your hope is a fool's prayer, a ghost in the static that ain't even real, no one will be there, and no one ever will.

(Chorus)
Another dream in the dust, with jagged edges that cut to the soul, been broken one last time, now I can't be broken no more.

(Bridge)
Through the grime on the glass under a sky bleedin' gray, I watch the sun choke on the dark, just another damn day, as the black night crawls my way.

(Chorus)
Another dream in the dust, with jagged edges that cut to the soul, been broken one last time, now I ain't broken no more.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025



Jagged Edges

Conquer the Storm is about the hurdles you overcome in life. 

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"How to Make the Best of Things" is a Slacker Rock anthem for the doomscrolling generation. Blending the angular guitars of Art Punk with the infectious rhythm of Dance-Punk and the grit of Lo-Fi Indie, this track turns a boiling pot of anxiety into a danceable groove.

Style: Slacker Rock / Dance-Punk / Art Punk

Conduit - How to Make the Best of Things

Text:
Verse 1
Neon brennt auf meiner Haut,
Stadt pulsiert, als wär sie laut.
Jede Ecke flüstert Sünde,
jedes Flackern wirft mich um.
Du tanzt wie eine Warnung, Baby,
ziehst mich rein in deinen Schwung.
Ich weiß, du willst mich brechen,
doch ich will genau darum.

Pre-Chorus
Dein Blick — wie ein Messer,
schneidet tief, doch fühlt sich besser.
Ich fall ins Feuer, wieder mal,
du bist mein dunkles Ritual.

Chorus
You’re the flesh of the future,
electric, wild, magnetic danger.
Hit me like a revelation,
strike me with your fantasy.
Oh, the flesh of the future,
I’m burning in your energy.
Baby, you and me — this chemistry,
it’s more than just a fantasy.

(solo)

Verse 2
Step for step, so nah am Rausch,
schwarze Leder, roter Traum.
Deine Hände — heißer Wahnsinn,
jede Kurve reine Glut.
Du bist Blitz und ich die Leitung,
und das ganze Zimmer flutet.
Ich will schreien und ich will fallen,
alles in mir brennt nach Blut.

Pre-Chorus
Dein Beat unter meiner Haut,
zieht mich tiefer, ungebaut.
Und ich hör Orchester-Hits,
als würd die Nacht explodieren jetzt.

Chorus
You’re the flesh of the future,
electric, wild, magnetic danger.
Hit me like a revelation,
strike me with your fantasy.
Oh, the flesh of the future,
breaking every law in me,
Baby, take it, take the lead,
we’re more than just a fantasy.

Bridge (mit Steve-Stevens-artigem Gitarren-Whammy-Dive)
Ride it, ride it —
flame me, claim me —
lightning in your hungry grin.
Shock me, lock me —
push the night right through my skin.
Baby, no resistance —
every distance melts within.

(solo)

Final Chorus (größer, lauter, orchestral)
You’re the flesh of the future,
burning bright, a new religion.
Take me under, pull me deeper,
ignite my primal vision.
Oh, the flesh of the future,
tonight we rewrite history,
Baby, crash into me boldly —
we’re living our own fantasy.

Flesh of the Future

AI doesn’t write my songs. I do – and the AI brings them to life, like a team of session musicians and sound engineers behind me.

Hungarian composer and songwriter exploring the future of music with a guitar, a voice, a phone, and a vision.

With 94–98% Audio Influence, the AI strictly follows my musical input. The songs musically and lyrically are completely and meticulously written on a guitar or on piano before I start work with AI. 

These tracks show what happens when you lead and control every detail of the musical production – and AI listens. From a simple game it turns into a smart musical instrument.

The songs are examples of early AI music production preserved for the future.

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