No Cure for the Night

A mirror shatters across heaven and hell, and AxAxC™ stands in the fracture.
TENƎT · DEIFIƎᗡ · REDIVIDƎЯ. 
From the haunting lull of Palindrome to the apocalyptic anthem REDIVIDƎЯ, this album blurs every boundary between melodic melodies, deathcore, ambient metal, and cinematic rock.

Here, gods walk away from their creations. Lovers become their own demons. And freedom itself burns beneath neon light.

This is judgment.

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.
#AXAXC #TENET #DEIFIED #REDIVIDER

Tracklist:
- Palindrome – 4:51
- Black Cube – 5:29
- TENƎT – 4:48
- Wounds – 3:57
- DEIFIƎᗡ – 5:44
- Mirror Law – 3:51
- Red Thread – 3:24
- REDIVIDƎЯ – 5:13
- DEIFIƎᗡ (feat. Choir From Pure Addiction) – 5:06
- Caesar’s Throne feat. Pure Addiction, Until Darkness Falls – 4:07
- Wounds (Succubus’ Cut) – 4:34
- DEIFIƎᗡ feat. Until Darkness Falls, Pure Addiction – 5:19
- Wounds feat. Until Darkness Falls, Pure Addiction (Band Cut) – 4:10
- REDIVIDƎЯ feat. Until Darkness Falls - 5:16

For fans of Sleep Token, Bring Me The Horizon, Slaughter To Prevail, Architects, and Five Finger Death Punch.
If you crave distortion that feels spiritual, this is your sanctuary.

© 2025 AXAXC Studios™ — All Rights Reserved.
AXAXC™, Distort. Distrust. Destroy.™, and the AXAXC emblem are registered marks of AxAxCStudios.

#AXAXC #AXAXCStudios #Deathcore #Metalcore #AmbientMetal #CinematicRock #Postcore #AlternativeMetal #PureAddiction #UntilDarknessFalls #SuccubusCut #MirrorLaw #Wounds #BlackCube #Palindrome #CaesarsThrone #DistortDistrustDestroy

REDIVIDƎЯ

Dark Singularity

Scapegoat Son __ Golden Child (Brothers to the End)

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Static's in my veins, pulse ticks like a bomb
Airwaves choke, suffocate the calm
Your chart-top lies, they're sugar in a needle
Feed 'em poison, call it pop cathedral

Fangs out, bite the hand that feeds
Plastic gods preach a gospel of greed
Slick suits, dripping in counterfeit charm
Break their antennas, set off alarms


F*** your radio songs, your sanitized trash
Whitewashed melodies, they burn to ash
We ain’t tuning in, we’re breaking the dial
F*** your radio songs, they’re toxic bile


(Yeah, yeah) Static in the system
(Yeah, yeah) Screaming in the friction


Glitch in the matrix, I spit with a vengeance
Lyrics like daggers, cutting through pretensions
Minds enslaved by a four-chord plague
We torch the playlist, let the frequencies rage

Bassline stomps like boots on your throat
Synths scream murder, the devil took notes
Rip the signal, tear down the towers
Noise revolution, rise in the hours

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Fuck Your Radio Songs

A song about the characters Robert Robertson and invisigal from the video game dispatch.

Signal Through The Static

When The Credits Stayed Behind

Mix 2 is rendered with a deeper sense of freedom and release...

“I’m Not the Man I Used to Be” is a song about what happens after rock bottom — that quiet turning point where survival becomes transformation.
It’s the moment you stop running from yourself, stop fixing everyone else’s storms, and finally face the truth you’ve been carrying for years.

This track is about evolution…
About burning the old versions, breaking the inherited patterns, and choosing to rise anyway.
It’s healing, raw, honest — a reminder that scars aren’t failures; they’re blueprints for who we become.

I wrote this for anyone who’s ever rebuilt themselves from the inside out.
For anyone who’s carried ghosts, chased the wrong salvation, or lost a love that cracked them open.
For anyone who finally said, “I’m done hiding. It’s time to be me.”

If this song finds you at the right moment, I hope it gives you the same strength it gave me while writing it.

Lyrics:

I used to run from every shadow,
Hide my hurt behind a grin.
Played the joker, played the fighter,
Never let the real me in.
I carried ghosts like armor,
Thought the weight would set me free…
But all it ever really did
Was steal the breath right out of me.

I broke, I bled, unraveled—
But the fall taught me to see:
Somewhere in the wreckage
There was more to me than grief.

I’m not the man I used to be.
I’m standing here with open eyes.
No more running from the mirror,
No more swallowing the lies.
I walked through fire just to feel
My own heart beating honestly…
And now I know, for the first time,
I’m not the man I used to be.

I used to chase the wrong salvation,
Tried to save everyone I loved.
Fixed their storms while mine kept raging,
Built a shelter with no sun.
But something broke—and then I opened,
Let the truth come pouring in…
You can’t heal another’s damage
When you’re bleeding from within.

Lost, betrayed, awakened—
Every scar rewired me.
Pain became my teacher
And it finally set me free.

I’m not the man I used to be.
I’m stronger where the fractures are.
No more begging for acceptance,
No more worshipping the stars.
I don’t need the past to tell me
Who I am or who to be…
‘Cause now I know in every heartbeat:
I’m not the man I used to be.

I buried old illusions,
Burned the versions built on fear.
I lost a love that broke me—
But it brought me back to here.
Back to the center of my spirit,
To the man I couldn’t see…
Sometimes you lose your whole world
To find who you were meant to be.

I’m not the man I used to be.
I’m wide awake and breathing deep.
No more clinging to the memories,
No more sinking in the deep.
I walked through hell and learned to heal,
Learned that truth will set you free…
And now I rise, rebuilt, reborn—
I’m not the man I used to be.

Not perfect… just present.
Not broken… just free.
A little scarred, a little wiser—
But finally…
finally…

I'm not the man I used to me

I'm not the man I used to be - Mix 2

[Verse 1]
In the city of shattered glass,
where masks decide who gets to pass, Elaia lived, a silent flame, restoring faces lost to shame.

[Verse 2]
The masks were borrowed skin and lies, truth buried deep beneath disguise.
But in her soul, a tremor grew
a face unveiled, a voice that's true.

[Chorus]
Truth is costly, fierce, and raw,
it breaks the glass, defies the law.
But those who sing without a veil ignite a fire that will prevail.

[Verse 3]
Elaia spoke with fearless grace,
her real face lit the sacred place.
And one by one, the masks fell down, like autumn leaves upon the ground.

[Bridge]
They erased her from the screen, but her name lives in every scene.
"Truth is costly, but it’s worth the pain" whispers the wind through every lane.

[Final Chorus]
Truth is costly, fierce, and raw,
it breaks the glass, defies the law.
But those who sing without a veil ignite a fire that will prevail.

Story
The Price of Truth. The Crystal Mask
In the city of Lumina, everything glittered. The facades were polished mirrors, the faces flawless, the words measured like expensive perfumes. There, truth wasn't a virtue: it was a threat.
Each citizen wore a Crystal Mask, a technology that projected the ideal version of themselves. It didn't show who you were, but who you were meant to look like. Emotions were filtered, thoughts were edited, and memories were rewritten in real time. Authenticity was considered a disease: "Naked Syndrome."
Among them lived Elaia, a restorer of ancient art. Her job was to erase cracks from sculptures, polishing paintings until they looked newborn. But in secret, Elaia collected broken fragments: cracked faces, torn canvases, forgotten truths. Her workshop was a sanctuary of imperfections.
One night, Elaia found a manuscript hidden in the frame of an antique mirror. She said:
"The truth doesn't beautify, but it liberates. Whoever speaks it, let them be willing to lose everything."
Moved by a force she didn't understand, Elaia decided to remove the Crystal Mask in the middle of Echo Square, where everyone gathered to project their most admirable selves. Her real face appeared: dark circles, scars, a gaze that didn't ask for approval.
The silence was absolute. Then, the system reacted. Elaia was marked as "Distortion." Her image was erased from the archives, her networks blocked, her name turned into noise. But something unexpected happened: a girl removed her mask. Then an old man. Then a famous singer. Echo Square was filled with real faces, tears, awkward laughter, and looks that couldn't lie.
Elaia disappeared that night. Some say she was exiled. Others, that she became a legend. On the city walls, someone painted his face with the phrase:
"The truth is hard, but it's worth more than any mask."

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