A blend of vulnerability, dark humour and stark honesty, it captures the quiet chaos of emotional collapse through compulsive cycles of self-sabotage and despair.

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Burning Bridges

Love from a distance


Lyrics:
It’s only you,
It’s only you,
It’s only you,
It’s only you, 
Only you…
Only you…

I’m hearing sirens when you call
My name,
Nobody knows,
The way you make me feel, 
Your sun rich skin,
I’m drowning in, you’re
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I came too late,
Sorry I kept you waiting,
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I can’t deny it, can’t deny it at all

That was enough,
Never again, our eyes would touch, 
Searching for you, but no one does,
The same things that you had done for us,
Fleeting chance, another glance,
Sleepless nights, the toxic chants,
Craving you, tenderly,
Wishing for this ecstasy,
Never ending, wishful thinking,
I knew you were gone,
I should’ve told you, what this was,
A line was drawn,
Peace everlasting, your body i’m holding
if only you knew me, if only…
If only…
(Hey)

I’m hearing sirens when you call
My name,
The world knows,
You’re my one and only
Your hands on my body, 
You’re the missing piece for me, you’re
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I can’t deny it,
My heart is beating outta my chest
Captivating, 
Soul embracing,
I can’t deny it at all

Sirens

In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

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Fever Dream.mp3

Maps To Nowhere In Particular

Production by Saint Mike
Vocals & Lyrics by Me
- another blow to the heart again
- why do I do this to myself
- swimming up stream to get some air
- sometimes I wish I would just choke
- yearning for dreamscapes it isn’t fair
- I don’t know what is real
- the more I reach out, seems nothings there
- but still it won’t conclude 

- the minutes the moments, the seconds go by
- it’s still living rent free in my mind
- I drown it all out, pouring into myself
- I love me but I’m so fucking lonley 

- But why was it you
- And not someone else
- I’m dragging my feet
- through some made up hell
- I wish I could speak to my past self
- And tell her to never hit you up again

- new faces come by but I compare
- them to what I saw in you
- trying to fit a circle with a square
- it will never make a two

- the minutes the moments, the seconds go by
- it’s still living rent free in my mind
- I drown it all out, pouring into myself
- I love me but I’m so fucking lonley 

- But why was it you
- And not someone else
- I’m dragging my feet
- through some made up hell
- I wish I could speak to my past self
- And tell her to never hit you up again

- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out
- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out
- just drown it all out
- I'm just drowning it out


#grunge #alternativerock #alternative #alt #emo #deftones

Limerance

All songs copyrighted 
Lyrics

Intro – Spoken/half-sung, atmospheric]
Yeah, they trim the trees,
They rake the fire away.
Build fences strong,
But can’t outrun the laws today.

[Verse 1]
Juan’s got a scar that runs ear to chin,
Said it came from Sonora, not from sin.
He brings his boy on Sundays, just to play
Near the pool he’ll never swim in anyway.

[Verse 2]
Mowin’ lawns under redwood shade,
Hands in dirt while the rich get paid.
Sings to the birds in broken slang—
Every word feels like a chain that hangs.

[Verse 3]
They came last night in unmarked vans,
Took three men like they weren’t even men.
Left their tools in the morning dew,
Leaf blowers still, boots filled with truth.

Verse – Chicano’s Voice]
I send my pay to a border town,
Where mamá lights candles when the sun goes down.
My name’s not ‘hey’ or ‘you in the hat
I got stories, but no time for that.


[Bridge – whispered, rising tension]
Is this freedom, is this fear?
Do we only welcome those we mirror?
My friend cries but hides his face—
Guilt’s a shadow you can’t erase.

[Final Chorus – crescendo, all-out delivery]
They build your world and vanish in the smoke,
Names unspoken, dreams that broke.
You walk on marble, they crawl through flames,
Still you can’t even learn their names.
No green card, no last call—
But they stood taller than us all.

Eucalyptus Blues

This is song written by Jeremy Ryan Martin at a time when he was reminiscing on his past remembering all the loved ones he'd lost particularly his mother he lost when he was in his early 20's

Spinning Wheel

A journey from the end of days to the rise of an empire.

Rusted Halo (Ashes And Empire)

If you've ever felt like a ghost in a getaway car...

★ Raw • Haunting • Cathartic ★

Dive into a ghost story where pop-punk’s confessional rage meets hauntcore’s eerie intimacy. This acoustic-driven track wraps desperate highway imagery ("headlights, red lights, sirens bright") in stripped back guitar rawness, capturing the exhaustion of outrunning your own shadow.

Key themes:

☠️ Self haunting (“I’m my own worst memory”)

🚗 Escapism’s dead ends (“Can’t outrun myself in either lane”)

⚰️ Resignation (“Dig myself into a little plot of grass”)

Lyrics:

I distanced myself to see what would stay near
Admittedly I don't see much, all too clear
Head lights, red lights, and sirens bright at the rear
But the subject in the mirror is much closer than it appears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Windows down, July rain as cold as your glare
Heavy is the head, cold wind, silence in the air
Better left unsaid, can't speak what's not here
Never tried my best, couldn't make myself seem to care

But every mile I drive is a roadside flare
Double parked going sixty, lighting a cigarette, texting "I'm almost there"
Can’t outrun myself, in either lane, always left, right, disappear
Wind blows tumble weeds down a familiar road of tears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Am I running from the past or chasing what’s ahead?
These sirens behind me can’t drown what’s in my dread
The lights are getting closer, fear is getting clear
Is it a dead end ahead or highway deer

Rearview conversations I never will outpace
Every mile marker takes a turn to make their case
Tires drift the shoulder, rubber stays in place
Fell asleep at the wheel trying to erase

And I see it now, where I was supposed to be
Spent to much time at lights in disbelief
I believe you now, I just don't trust the memory
Cause you can't get that far with a tank on E

I missed my turn a while back
Think I'll park in the shade
Dig myself into a little plot of grass
I tire of taking winding paths too fast, too fast

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If I Could Turn Back Time

When the lights are off, and you're all alone, I'll be there.

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