03 - Oct. 26

Yes, I'm ok dad

i am the sun 
and i am the moon 
and i am every star in the sky 
and i am everything 
and anything 
inside and out 
but i can’t feel it 
potential i’ll never touch 
and my dreams will stay as dreams 
an endless reach 
empty red painted walls 
pictures torn 
boxes tucked far away 
an emptiness in my chest 

and back then you were so cool 

i faded to black and i never came back 
that part of me i’ll never get back 
when can i catch my breath? 

we can hide in your closet 
and you wont ever touch my hand 

we. can. hide. in your. closet. 
and you. can’t. ever. touch. my hand

Sowithout. - Brimstonehell;me

Baby's Breath

These Chords Mark Our Significance To Stay As Staples Of One...

redwood

redwood.mp3

running from my friends (demo)

Split with vs self

I love you now I love you never

A Shout to See

Wednesday

Safe Haven

Pseudo Manifesto is a blistering fusion of post-hardcore urgency and jazz’s fractured elegance, a record that cuts deep into the cracked glass of modern existence. At its core, the album is a critique of postmodern disillusionment and the hollow promises of systems built by the ultra-rich and egomaniacal. Each track becomes a vignette of survival—average lives clawing through chaos, corporate towers looming like false gods, and the struggle to cling to faith, love, or sanity in a culture bent on consumption.

This is not a sermon of despair but a raw testimony: the sound of people fighting, failing, and resisting in a world that tells them they are powerless. Pseudo Manifesto becomes the rally cry of the disenchanted, the fractured philosophy of those who refuse to be swallowed whole by greed’s machinery. A soundtrack for the last stand of the everyday soul against empires of arrogance.

Black Sigil Economy

https://www.instagram.com/satellitecrash/

https://www.discogs.com/user/nickdurazo/collection?header=1

Sowithout. - Brimstonehell;me

dull