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'MY LITTLE END OF THE WORLD' is a concept album that delves into an alternate reality, a dystopian universe where the very essence of art has been lost to time. In this world, art no longer carries meaning; it has become a hollow shell, a disenchanted fusion of once-beautiful things. The colors are faded, the melodies muted, and the words have lost their depth. What was once alive with creativity, sincerity, and emotion is now but a hollow echo of itself.

The story unfolds from the perspective of an artist—an individual caught within this crumbling reality—who looks back on a time when art was alive, when it resonated with the soul and could transcend the mundane. The artist is trapped in a world where creation has turned to mere imitation, where the purity of inspiration has been smothered by a mechanical, lifeless approach to creation. The artist’s memories are all they have left—visions of times spent with the Fallen Angels, beings who once personified the core values of creativity, sincerity, and emotion.

The Fallen Angels are no longer with them. They have disappeared, lost in the bleakness of this world that has forgotten how to feel. The artist’s journey is a search for them, a longing to reconnect with the emotions, the authenticity, and the deep well of creativity that once shaped their art. As they navigate this world of artistic decay, the artist reflects on the profound relationship they once shared with these ethereal beings—the angels that sparked their muse and allowed them to express what was previously inexpressible.

is anyone there?

searching for eternity

will you be with me forever?

my little end of the world

you can rest now

awake

They’re After You (w/ Ren.)

anyone there? - xngelblxde remix

Every signal the mind sends is a flicker, a gust of living lightning.
That's why the phrase social battery rings so true. Some of us
recharge in moments. Others take days. And some… never quite
hold a charge again. But what happens when a battery falters?
When the current surges, wild and uncontained? It burns.
It short-circuits. It collapses under its own voltage – a quiet
implosion of wires and will. Just like a person under too much
pressure, too much strain, too much power coursing through
a fragile frame. We don't fade gently – we flare. We burn out
in a blaze of emotion and exhaustion.

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Human Short Circuit

Before the first bird dares to sing, the alarm wails its fear some
hymn. Another week begins its toll, another fall, another fold.
How far will I sink this time? Will I rise to meet tomorrow's sun,
or lose myself in the shadowed labyrinth of anxiety and noise?
No answer rides the morning light, only the sun's gentle fingers
brushing the threshold, beckoning me through the bleak,
uncertain gate of my doorframe.

Burn Like The Sun

In the morning thunder of engines, the full spectrum of life fades,
distilled into three colours, and only one truly matters: green.
I must arrive on time. Just like the driver behind me, or the fifth car
ahead – all chasing minutes as if they hold the meaning of years.
But why? Must I? Or do I simply obey? Will two minutes won in this
slow-motion race reshape the next twenty years of my life? I will
never know. For now, another traffic light fixes me in its emerald
gaze, severing the final thread of a fleeting peace I didn't know I had.

Breakcore

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