"The Trauma Weaved Microfiche" is a prophetic descent into madness, memory, and manufactured despair. This conceptual album from Vaelrix explores spiritual erosion, psychological warfare, and systemic manipulation through dense poetic lyricism and glitch-soul aesthetics. Each track acts as a fragment, an encrypted reel exposing the aftermath of trauma woven into identity.

This isn't just music. It is verbal alchemy forged in sorrow.
Expect multisyllabic rhymecraft, sci-fi allegories, emotional diagnostics, and surreal symbolism that bleeds truth.

For listeners drawn to:
• Concept rap and dark poetry
• Psychedelic philosophy and dystopian metaphors
• AI-generated production fused with raw human writing

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The Trauma Weaved Microfiche

Riding swift and true through the night to save a kingdom from certain demise

The King's Messenger Rides Swift Under the Cover of Nightfall

"I Have Nothing Left" by Vaelrix is a dark, emotional journey through despair, addiction, and spiritual fatigue. Featuring haunting melodies and raw, poetic lyrics, this track captures the numbness of losing purpose and the weight of carrying pain alone. Perfect for fans of introspective dark pop, soul-baring confessions, and cinematic soundscapes.

Lyrics:

maybe if I died and gave myself to suicide
the voices telling me to die
they'll disappear

twisted moral compass invited cruel injustice
my primitive impulses
and fear

leaves me in this state
of perpetual decay
The agony of spectating death

They sanctify my ennui
yet desecrate my body
what purpose, if any, is left? 

[chorus]
I'm not perfect
I never said I was
the moral high ground
I've never been above
It's everlasting
Sin stains the flesh
I think I'm giving up
I have nothing left
I have nothing left
I have nothing left.

[Verse 2]
I've thought about the drugs, it's alluring with its tug
when I was young and my very dumb
an alcoholic

Addiction in my blood, and I know it's not enough
I'm a danger to myself
so catastrophic

I'm afraid of what I'll do
if I find myself with brew
I don't want that trail of destruction

But my body's so fatigued
from the sorrow and the grief
I feel like I need it to function

[Bridge]
There was a time
Before the screens
when love meant more to me
than dopamine
I am a mind
Devoid of dreams
I'm empty..
an evaporated stream

[chorus]
I'm not perfect
I never said I was
the moral high ground
I've never been above
It's everlasting
Sin stains the flesh
I think I'm giving up
I have nothing left
I have nothing left
I have nothing left.


I Have Nothing Left

"Toy Sales" is an elegy for the emotionally exploited, an AI-generated requiem wrapped in human anguish. Vaelrix delivers a brutally introspective piece where grief becomes product, memory is mined for monetization, and identity fractures under the weight of spiritual debt.

The haunting refrain, “My phone resembles Hogwarts, there are so many voice mails,” captures the surreal absurdity of emotional overload. Each verse unpacks self-sabotage, digital exhaustion, and the numbing effects of trauma through lyrical alchemy and sharp poetic structure. This is soul surgery disguised as rap.

With intricate rhyme schemes, symbolic language, and a glitch-heavy yet mournful beat, "Toy Sales" speaks to anyone who has ever felt like a commodity in someone else’s narrative.

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Toy Sales

"When Frost Dreams of Fire" is a tender excavation of memory, love, and emotional thaw. Vaelrix delivers a melancholic reflection on what it feels like to briefly touch warmth before returning to the cold. This track explores the haunting afterglow of spiritual connection and the pain of its loss, framed through the imagery of melting ice and fading fire.

With lyrical depth rooted in emotional trauma, racial rejection, and poetic longing, each line is a soft unraveling of a moment that once brought peace. The song floats between sorrow and nostalgia, asking whether true healing is ever more than temporary.

Built around ambient textures and introspective delivery, "When Frost Dreams of Fire" is a soundtrack for those chasing a warmth they can barely remember.

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When Frost Dreams of Fire

"Social Bogart" is a descent into the psyche of the isolated, where apathy is mistaken for strength and survival feels like betrayal. Vaelrix channels the voice of a fractured soul navigating societal distortion, emotional abandonment, and internal decay. The lyrics pulse with existential paranoia, describing a mind fortified like a bunker yet pierced by the subtle violence of cultural programming.

Each verse unpacks the slow corrosion of spirit under the weight of shame, rejection, and broken connection. From carnival illusions to subconscious excavations, this song is part confessional and part autopsy, framed by a haunting chorus that questions belonging in a world wired against authenticity.

Set against a dark, ambient instrumental with raw vocal delivery, "Social Bogart" resonates with anyone who has ever felt like an imposter in their own reflection.

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Social Bogart

"Camouflaged God" is a lyrical juggernaut cloaked in metaphor, spiritual volatility, and raw poetic warfare. Vaelrix unleashes an onslaught of dense rhyme schemes, mythological scale, and psychological depth, merging anime, science, and theology into a blistering narrative of self-possession and rage.

This is not just braggadocio. It is an existential purge.
The bars navigate mental illness, creative obsession, suicidal ideation, and divine torment, all while eviscerating hollow industry idols. The verses are weapons, the flow is a ritual, and the chorus echoes like a sacred invocation scratched onto stone.

Built over a gritty boom bap foundation with DJ cuts that give it underground weight, "Camouflaged God" is a declaration of artistic war from someone who bleeds language.

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Camouflaged God

"Hidden Hand" is a poetic exposé disguised as prophecy, unraveling systemic illusion, spiritual subjugation, and psychological warfare. In this spoken-word-inspired verse, Vaelrix interrogates the shadow forces shaping reality, constructing a layered critique of capitalism, propaganda, and human compliance through metaphor, sci-fi allegory, and ancient structure.

The lyrics flow like encrypted scripture, asking what we would do if we saw the architects behind the simulation. With verses invoking monarchic parasites, media manipulation, and pre-birth enslavement, the song becomes a philosophical weapon aimed at apathy.

"Hidden Hand" is not meant to entertain. It is meant to awaken.
Minimalist, prophetic, and filled with symbolic weight, this track is for listeners seeking meaning behind the mask.

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Hidden Hand

“Promise” is a cinematic dark ballad blending haunting orchestral and blues textures with fragile male vocals. Mournful piano, swelling strings, ghostly electric guitar, and subtle percussion carry confessional lyrics about addiction, obsession, and broken promises. This song feels like a funeral lament, capturing the tragedy of making a promise you cannot keep. For listeners drawn to deeply emotional, gothic, and brutally honest music. Let “Promise” pull you into its sorrow. Listen, share, and feel every word.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
This head of cancer
Infecting what I write
a necromancer 
my words are parasites
it's so revolting
I'm going through withdrawal
listen to scolding
it raised my cortisol 

these words obnoxious
but numb like lidocaine 
wicked subconscious 
submerged in Sonic rain
I am the toxins
that lives in Tylenol
this pscilocybin 
I had to write it all...

[prechorus]
it's the tragedy of an apathy, and a mind that wanders lost..
you echo inside, a jeckle and hyde, how much did the hollow cost?
evaporated hatred, when I realized I was all alone
the roads to your heart were broken apart then replaced by cobblestone...

[Chorus]
whether or not, I stop
I'm seeing beyond this
I tell you, I promise
the dopamine rush
it opens me up
I'm not likely to stop this
not likely to stop this
I shouldn't have made that promise.

[postchorus]
I just didn't think,
I would be so attracted to this
and I didn't know
it would become my reason to live 

[Verse 2]
I can't abandon,
the people I chose to keep
they're my companions
been around like a rotary
I don't remember
what it's like to not obsess
all I have are letters
and a pressure that's in my chest.

if I don't release it?
Then I flood from the inside out
there's so many voices
I need to speak them before they sprout
an invasive species
that will spread these corrupted weeds
this poison Ivy
disseminates through the speech as seeds

[bridge]
my promise, I can't keep it 
like a secret of suicide 
get blue when I recycle
refuse to reuse like the bin is dry 
unstable prophet
a meme coin with a high esteem
I have to rocket
if i didn't I wouldn't write a scheme

prechorus]
it's the tragedy of an apathy, and a mind that wanders lost..
you echo inside, a jeckle and hyde, how much did the hollow cost?
evaporated hatred, when I realized I was all alone
the roads to your heart were broken apart then replaced by cobblestone...

[Chorus]
whether or not, I stop
I'm seeing beyond this
I tell you, I promise
the dopamine rush
it opens me up
I'm not likely to stop this
not likely to stop this
I shouldn't have made that promise.

[postchorus]
I just didn't think,
I would be so attracted to this
and I didn't know
it would become my reason to live 

[Outro]
I love you 
I couldn't do it.
I tried. 
I'm sorry.


Promise

Plug-n-Play is a global dance anthem built for movement. With Afro-pop rhythms, smooth melodic vocals, and amapiano-infused bounce, this track blends late-night energy with magnetic chemistry. It’s that call-at-midnight, move-like-we-never-left-the-floor kind of vibe. For fans of Tyla, Burna Boy, and pop with pulse.


Plug-n-Play

Lyrics:
 Is THIS “the guy” or the Hawk on its Odyssey. Odd to See the Fourth-Wall of the “Irony” Scheme, During this Trip

Flipped a Basket to Trap a Miniature Enemy right in it with a Premise of Sink or Swim. The Decision of Two Seas, we See that. Seen Yesterday, or Two Days ago, sent away. Lifting away from a Human’s Shoulder with a Bottled Letter on a Petty Mission from his Master on a Delightful day Hyped Up, to get through the Weather without the Dismay

Therefore a Trip for Both Icons. Conned Theodorix for a Level Up despite a Light Gust. Stressed by Scarcity of Encountering a Harmless Enough, Prey to Peck. Even Set Up Geologist to convey a Mirror Move. It’s Normal for me to Ironically Leer when I Peer into Another’s Creation. Now the Same Light Breeze that Eroded the Casket away is a Tribute to Geologist’s Unexplored Wins when he’s Flying Between the Lands

Drill Peck into the Sand and Hid quickly, now this is the “Sinking” Line. Strip Away his Wings while he’s Flying Over Seas and let One or Two Fish, Rip him Up before the Decreasing Temperature of his body’s Degree. Then Reach my Hand in this Mellow Pond to Cease the Irrelevant Letter. Restrict you from the “Nickname” of Ironeye to Travel with a Basic Piece of Metal that was Exchanged for your Eyes in the Last Diss to only Find Out that your Second Form Only Travels when his Master Takes him to fly around at a Meadow

Now I’m the Real Ironeye, and shoot a Giant Arrow that takes out the Entire HAWK, just to Rip Up the Letter that I was told was being sent to a Factory to Hype Up his Next Rhymes. The Hawk will be Replaced and Forgotten his Master Caught More Today from an Adjacent Herd. Geologist thought he was on Fire but the Hawk has Blacked Out plus his verse was Light thus Death was Rite, for the Bird. That was a Swift Attack how I just Name Changed. Since he’s on Fire and Now Dead, then the Bird’s Powers are Lore Accurate of Ghostflame. Noticed Evaporation, but Ironically still See Nothing. Turned The Common Stalking Nighthawk into Hawking Radiation

In his Last Response, remarks about a DEER but when this Hawk’s Master Checks the Updates of Natural Disasters to Update his Hawk’s Routes, Received a Letter From The Silencer Stating “Shortly Your Empire, Will be Mine”. Then his Enraged Master Stumbles Back and then Shouts:

 “Ohh Dear, this means that my Letter has Disappeared. I Feared this Would happen. I need another away to Contact the Apologist about my Finds. I suppose, I’ll get More Stock from that Flock Over There and Write me Another One with a More Skillfully Trained Hawk ,this Time”. 

Geologist failed the Mission. Claiming to be a Hawk, while he’s a Bipedal that could Walk Around for Millions of Years Attempting to Study his Rocks. Yet with all this time, No Evolution in his Composition. Catch a Deer with a Basic Device, Trapped in this Diss. Decide to give this Hawk a mission to Head to the Lights while Flying then leave a Letter for his Master Stating “Dear Irrelevant Fellow, you Forgot to tell your Icarus, Farewell”

Key to these Weak Rhymes must be that this Creature’s Stoned. Ironically we can see that this MCs a Creature Now. BluntStoned Swipes…Absorb his Light Glint Sword Strikes. Not Enough Intelligence for Any Night Attacks. So when the Knight Attacks, or the Night Attacks, Geologist is Forced to Hop on a Bird and Fly, Right Pass the Evergaol…

Geologist Diss Part 2. Hawk’s Farfetches .mp3

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss Part 1.5.mp3

https://www.reddit.com/r/raplyrics/s/jOCXcaZsrR

ChatGG (ChatGPT’s Battle Rap Bot) Diss.mp3

ChatGG (Chat GPT) Diss Part 2 .mp3

The Silencer’s Pet Pen Presents. Own Verse .mp3

Celestial Addition. .mp3

Evil Necromancer conjures bone and steel...

Crawling back from the Grave

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Vaelrix is a genre-bending lyricist whose work blurs the line between rap, poetry, and cinematic storytelling. With thousands of songs written and a catalog shaped by trauma, transformation, and spiritual unrest, every track is a raw confession wrapped in layered metaphors. Drawing influence from anime, philosophy, theology, and the darkest corners of the mind, Vaelrix delivers complex rhyme schemes and emotionally charged narratives that cut deep and linger. This isn't just music—it's survival through sound. Welcome to the archive of a soul set on fire.


I Have Nothing Left

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