
A border’s born like breath;
the moment I’m not you, the world starts to move.
To guard is close to fear,
and fear changes name — it answers to ‘justice’.
We draw a line and call it peace,
but peace is just a pause between campaigns.
Every silence hides a pulse,
every promise hides a blade in its sheath.


If we sleep with the lights on, we still see the knives;
quiet only mutes the alarms.
quiet only mutes the alarms.


Order is unease given shape;
balance is a tremor no one sees.
When someone’s filled to the brim,
someone else starts fading at the seams.
Power only breathes through division;
it needs an enemy to stay alive.
When the outer walls fall silent,
we brick new prisons in our minds.
The end wears the shape of a beginning,
a ceasefire — merely rebirth.
Till the day we stop drawing the lines,
the war may rest — yet never die.
The end wears the shape of a beginning,
a ceasefire — merely rebirth.
Till the day we stop drawing the lines,
the war may rest — yet never die.
Till the day we stop drawing the lines,
the war may rest — yet never die.


The war never ends.
Even when weapons sleep, the words still burn.
In the heart’s quiet room,
the border is redrawn again.
Peace builds its own battlefield —
seeded with fear, watered by faith.
A new order blooms, beautiful, brittle,
and cracks beneath the weight of breath.


The End Wears a Beginning

Vocaloid × Minimal Techno
Exploring electronic sounds, from hypnotic minimal beats to glitchy experiments.
New track created with Suno, more to come.

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The End Wears a Beginning

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