Screaming

just a smooth jam 
saliva vibes 🔥 🎸 

all that I see

I'm the crack in the mirror
The shadow on the wall
The ghost in the machine
The echo in the hall
I’m the friction
The fiction
The itch you can’t scratch
Tear it all apart
There’s no perfect match

Disharmonious

Departure Delayed

Hypnotic

🜂 SINGULARITY
💿 Final track from the concept album Across The Infinite
🧠 Concept
Singularity is the end of the journey — the moment where distance, time, and identity collapse into one point of becoming.
After crossing vast inner and outer worlds throughout Across The Infinite, the traveler reaches the threshold where expansion can go no further. Here, the infinite does not stretch outward — it folds inward. Everything converges. Everything becomes still.
This track explores transcendence not as escape, but as integration — the realization that the seeker, the journey, and the destination were never separate.
🎧 Sound & Style
A cinematic progressive-metal finale built on scale, gravity, and release.
Expansive guitar layers and evolving rhythmic patterns create a sense of cosmic pull, gradually drawing the listener toward a central, inevitable moment. Ambient textures widen the soundscape while heavier, deliberate passages anchor the piece with emotional weight.
The dynamics are patient and purposeful — motion giving way to clarity, intensity dissolving into unity — mirroring the collapse of infinity into singularity.
🜂 For the Listener
This is not an ending — it’s a convergence.
If you’ve ever chased meaning across distance and time…
If you’ve ever felt the universe grow quieter as understanding deepened…
If you’ve ever realized that becoming whole required letting go —
Singularity is where you arrive.
📖 Album Context
As the final chapter of Across The Infinite, Singularity closes the arc with resolution rather than finality. The infinite is not conquered or escaped — it is understood, and in that understanding, something new begins.

Singularity

Lyrics:

"Six feet under? Nah, I ain’t departed.
Buckle up, my brothers; I’m just gettin’ started."

Grave dirt cracked, I rose in flame,
Carved my truth from a world of shame.
Hands still bleeding, boots still worn,
Been dead before, I’m just reborn.
Knuckles hit gravel, dust kicks high,
Grin full of trouble, fire in my eye.

Smoke in my lungs, mud on my hands,
Ain’t got much, but I still stand.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Told me “sit down,” but I stood my ground,
Kicked the door in when they came around.
Every scar’s a medal, every bruise a brand,
You ain’t alive till you learn to stand.
World tried to crush me, I bit back twice,
Carved my truth in blood and vice

Blood on my knuckles, grin on my jaw,
You can’t scare a man who’s seen it all.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Death carved my name into stone too soon,
I walked right out of that shallow tomb.
Tried to take my breath, I bit the rope,
Turned the gallows into a joke.
Cracked a grin, then laughed, “Not yet,”
“I ain’t cashed in all my debt.”

They dropped me low, said I’d rot and stay,
But I clawed right out...made the dirt obey.
Every scar I wear’s just proof I live,
Every shot they take just makes me give.

Ghost in the gears, crack in the chain,
Built in the smoke, baptized in pain.
They wrote me off ...I rewrote the book,
Now death steps back when I give that look.

Boots still stomp, jaw still set,
Ain’t met a grave that’s held me yet.
Tongue like brass, words like lead,
I spit 'til the silence bleeds instead.

I burn through fear, I laugh through hell,
Ain’t got a soul left to sell.
Six feet down, but I still fight,
Talk your talk ...I live that bite.

Grit in my teeth, pulse in my head,
Blood in my hands says I’m not dead.

If death comes calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up its ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

"Nope...this ain't my dying day motherfucker!"

Six Feet Under

Ashes to Dust

“Freak Out” – Fractured Kin

“Freak Out” is a volatile, heavy-rock warning shot — a snarling anthem for every bad mood pushed past its breaking point. With gritty riffs and a pulse that feels ready to snap, the track builds tension like a fuse burning fast. The female lead vocal shifts from low, seething restraint to explosive fury, daring anyone to keep pushing their luck.

When the chorus hits, it detonates — all rage, release, and unapologetic power. This is the moment where patience dies and fire takes over. Push too far, and you’ll regret it.

A ticking bomb. A final warning.
This is Fractured Kin on the brink.

Freak out

[Verse]
You walk in the room and the laughter fades
Your shadow's a cloud that blocks all rays
Every joke turns stale
Every smile betrayed
Buzz kill baby
You ruin the parade

[Chorus]
Buzz kill baby
You’re the end of the thrill
You crush the vibe
You break the chill
No party survives when you’ve had your fill
Buzz kill baby
You're the king of the kill

[Verse 2]
The music skips when you take a step
A joy thief’s curse
A vibe intercept
You turn wine to water
Dreams to debt
Buzz kill baby
A night’s worst threat

[Prechorus]
How do you do it
Is it a skill?
The way you silence
The way you still

[Chorus]
Buzz kill baby
You’re the end of the thrill
You crush the vibe
You break the chill
No party survives when you’ve had your fill
Buzz kill baby
You're the king of the kill

[Bridge]
You’re the needle that pops balloons
The screeching brakes in happy tunes
A rainstorm dousing fireworks too soon
Buzz kill baby
You’re the ruinous monsoon

Buzz Kill Baby

Black commands

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