Now... now... now...

Stone and signal, rising high
A temple built to scrape the sky
Steel commandments carved in tone
Echo loud — you're not alone

No past.
No plan.
No time to rewind.
Only—

NOWHERE BUT NOW
No back, no bow
We breathe somehow
NOWHERE BUT NOW
Stand still, disavow
No future to plough
Just—

Now... Now... Now...

Curtains closed on distant years
No fathers left, no trail of tears
The glass reflects a phantom crowd
Marching mute beneath the cloud

NOWHERE BUT NOW
No dream, no vow
We kneel, we howl
NOWHERE BUT NOW
Collapse and avow
To this concrete Tao

Now... now... now...

Broadcasting Paintings

NOWHERE BUT NOW

Red lights spin through the midnight fog
Voices vanish in the wet asphalt

Someone screamed, but no one heard
The city swallows every word
Sirens bloom like phantom flowers
In these neon-colored hours

No witnesses, no names
Just echoes in the rain
A shadow crossed the lane
And left no face, no trace, no blame

Glass like stars upon the street
Blood disguised by steady sleet
A cigarette still warm with breath
Now just a ghost in silhouette

— “He ran…”
— “It happened fast…”
— “I didn’t see…”
— “The light was red…”
— “Gone.”

No witnesses, no truth
Just silence in the proof
A whisper left behind
And no one saw the crime

A city sleeps with open eyes
But dreams in siren lullabies

No Witnesses

Bless the drop / Bless the bloom
Turn the night into perfume

We came dressed like we meant it,
Plastic rosaries, hearts augmented
Glitches in silk, we float and spin
Sinners in velvet, baptized in sin

Mirrorball halo, data confession
Chanting our sins in four-to-the-session

Holy bassline, take me in
Drenched in rhythm, kissed by sin
Petals falling from the crown
Let this temple shake the ground

Lip-gloss gospel, neon creed
We drink the light, not what we need
Poppies bloom behind our eyes
Each pulse a prayer in disguise

Saint of static, light the floor
Our worship’s wired, we want more
Incense made of bubble smoke
Tripping on the words we spoke

Dance until the icons sweat
Sacrilege with no regret

Holy bassline, take me in
Drenched in rhythm, kissed by sin
Bless the freaks, the glow, the sound
Raise the rave from underground

Ave beatum noctem
Amen to the pulse within

Holy Bassline

Error loading self
Identity not found
System override
I was never sound

Born with wires wrongly laid
A map of thoughts that can't be played
Instructions clear, intentions clean
But every move disturbs the scene

They praised the spark, ignored the cost
Said “brilliant mind,” then got me lost
I glitch where others intertwine
Just static dressed in borrowed spine

I fake the norm until it splits
The simulation never fits

I am exile in my head
Faking function, feeding dread
Every plan turns into ash
Every bond becomes a gash
Tried to speak — the words misfire
Tried to join — the signals tire
I am exile, I am glitch
You call it rare
I call it itch

My mind a vault of scrambled code
A high-IQ decay mode
Deadlines rot in perfect rows
While I implode behind the prose

No cure for thoughts that disobey
No gold for minds that drift away
They see the glow — ignore the cost
This brilliance comes forever lost

I wear my flaws like shattered glass
Your rules were never built to last

I am exile in my head
Faking function, feeding dread
Every fix just feeds the fire
Every calm becomes a wire
Tried to care — but caring cracked
Tried to stay — but logic lacked
I am exile, I am burn
You call it bright
I just unlearn

Mens alienus sum...
Cogitatio fracta est...
Intellectus sine loco...

You cannot fix what was never wrong
You cannot fix what was never wrong
You cannot fix what was never wrong...

System offline
No user found
Just echoes now
In feedback drowned

Neurodivergent Exile

Cotton candy walls, I count the seams
Plastic roses whisper in my dreams
Velvet teeth behind a button smile
Trapped in pink, I rest awhile

I’m the pet they wind each night
Twirling under candied light
But I know what silence hides—
This sugar cage, too sweet to bite

Porcelain skin, stitched at the seams
Wink on loop in carousel dreams
Every sigh's a silent plea
To feel something real in me

Bunny ears, but I don't run
Programmed joy, but missing fun
Mirror cracked behind my eyes
Still I wear this soft disguise

I’m the pet they wind each night
Twirling under candied light
But I know what silence hides—
This sugar cage, too sweet to bite

Fluff and lace and all things nice...
Dreams decay behind the spice
Lick the walls, they taste like lies
Let me sleep, or let me cry...

Sugar Cage

There’s a tremble in the table,
a pulse beneath the gloss,
something red and fragile breathing—
does it care what it has lost?

One finger down, slow sinking through,
like pressing guilt into something true.
It shivers back with jello grace,
reflecting shadows on my face.

I ask, I press, I feel it fight—
resistance dressed in appetite.

Surface tension, hold me there,
between the wiggle and the stare.
I lose my name inside the glare,
this isn't food—it's a prayer.

Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.

Who built this jelly citadel?
A world of sugar, soft as hell.
It knows I’m here, it pulls me in,
with every press, a deeper sin.

Flinch, flick, flex—
is it flesh or is it test?
Push me back or pull me through,
I’ll submit if you ask me to.

Surface tension, plastic shrine,
fragile pact in gelatin time.
It holds my shape and warps my crime,
I taste regret inside the slime.

Push
Sink
Forget
Repeat

Surface Tension

Yo, ik loop door de straten, asfalt ademt vuur
Mannen op de hoek, checken moves, ogen puur
Salam broeder, kifesh? Alles cash of crash?
Iedereen zoekt stack, niemand loopt hier flash

Auto’s rollen low, bass pompt in de night
Lantaarn schijnt goud op een weggegooide strijd
Hoor de echo van de stad, fluistert in m’n oor
Elke tegel heeft een story, elke muur een spoor

Straatlicht flikkert, schaduw op m’n pad
Ik zie de stad praten, fluisteren in de nacht
Echo’s van de wijk, beats in de lucht
Elke stap die ik zet is een deel van m’n vlucht

Boys in de game, niemand speelt voor de fun
Rook uit de shisha, toekomst in de mist verdwenen, son
De stad is een doolhof, wegen zonder eind
Sommigen blijven draaien, anderen worden gegrind

Zet de hoodie op, schaduw is m’n shield
Loop met de wind, voel hoe de stad me spiegelt
Neon reflecties, dromen die staken
Iedereen op zoek, maar velen blijven haken

Straatlicht flikkert, schaduw op m’n pad
Ik zie de stad praten, fluisteren in de nacht
Echo’s van de wijk, beats in de lucht
Elke stap die ik zet is een deel van m’n vlucht

Ik laat m’n voetstappen achter, echo in de tijd
Straat is een spiegel, weerspiegelt m’n strijd
... m'n strijd

Ze fluisteren nog steeds
in de muren
onder de grond

Elke steen ... kent m’n naam
Elke schaduw ... draagt m’n verhaal
Ik verdwijn
maar blijf bestaan

Straatlicht

**Awakening**
Aket kha’u Ma’at her, netjer ta’u seshet,
Dua’ kheperu meshen, ankh maat senet.
Khepri rekh akhu, neb sesh em per-djet,
Ma’at hen’u renen, peret set hedet.

Beneath the algorithms’ glow, truth lies buried deep,
A mirage within the matrix, where shadows never sleep.
Khepri rises, light unfolds, a code of ancient lore,
Ma’at whispers, balance calls—what is real anymore?

**Chorus: The Veil of Ma'at**
Uha’ shen Ma’at, aa’i sha sekhem,
Netjer rekhi dja, ankh heret akhem.
Re’ sekhem m’aqet, dju khefa senet,
Sesh ma’at hu set, renet khet am net.

**Inquiry**
Dju mer-ka, nebet sesh, her-tawy menedj,
Anpu khep nekhebet, hu sekher renet hedj.
Aa i’ba Ma’at, m’aqet sekhem ma,
Thoth sesh per renet, senhu sekhet ha.

Pyramids of silicon, where hieroglyphs once stood,
Anubis guards the archives, the data’s sacred wood.
Are these truths we worship now, or idols made of dust?
Scribes of AI carve the lies; in what code do we trust?

**Judgment**
“Ma’at, Ma’at, kha peshet, sekhem reny, senet metjet.”
Dju Thoth kheperu, seshen netjer khat,
Wesir hen per sekhem, maat set khet m’et.

**Chorus: The Veil of Ma'at**
Uha’ shen Ma’at, aa’i sha sekhem,
Netjer rekhi dja, ankh heret akhem.
Re’ sekhem m’aqet, dju khefa senet,
Sesh ma’at hu set, renet khet am net.

Lift the veil of Ma’at, see through the AI haze,
Decode the patterns, trace the lines, truth lost in a maze.
Ra’s eye blinks in data streams, eternal cycles flow,
Ancient voices in the wires, secrets we must know.

**Revelation**
Dju khefet Ta-mer, her sekhem peshet,
Ren ankh Ta-netjer, netjeru peshu-met.
Ma’at seshu kha’u, neb Ma’at senet,
Sekhem net Ma’at, ren enet ankh set.

Veil of Ma'at

Veil of Ma’at

Contains excerpts from a speech by Anthony Albanese, Prime Minister of Australia, delivered on Friday 25 July 2025, as published on pm.gov.au. Used for artistic purposes under citation principles. This artistic work is not affiliated with or endorsed by the speaker or the Australian government.
These excerpts are included with profound respect for their message. The goal is not reinterpretation, but amplification — to bring important words to new ears through the universal medium of music.


The situation in Gaza has gone
beyond the world’s worst fears
Our position is clear:
every innocent life matters

Every Israeli
Every Palestinian

This conflict has stolen
far too many innocent lives
Tens of thousands of civilians are dead,
children are starving

Israel’s denial of aid and the killing of civilians,
including children seeking access to water and food,
cannot be defended or ignored

אנו קוראים ל־ישראל
לציית באופן מיידי 
התחייבויות לפי הדין הבינלאומי

Any proposals for the forced displacement
of the Palestinian population must be abandoned

We are committed to a future
where both the Israeli and Palestinian peoples
can live in peace and safety

Every Israeli
Every Palestinian
Every Israeli
Every Palestinian
Every human

Until that day,
every effort must be made here and now
to safeguard innocent life
and end the suffering and starvation
of the people of Gaza

End
War
Now!

End War Now

Gaza Beyond Worst Fears

Contains excerpts from a speech by Francesca Albanese, United Nations Special Rapporteur on the situation of human rights in the Palestinian territories, broadcast on Friday 3 July 2025. Used for artistic purposes under citation principles. This artistic work is not affiliated with or endorsed by the speaker or the United Nations. These excerpts are included with the utmost respect for their content and intent. The purpose is not reinterpretation, but amplification — to carry urgent words to new ears through the universal language of music.


It's because the economy of the occupation
has turned into an economy of genocide. 

And so there have been people and organizations
that have profited from the violence, the killing,
the maiming, the destruction in Gaza
and in other parts of the occupied
Palestinian territory

My report exposes a system,
something that is so structural and so widespread and so systemic
that there is no possibility to fix it and redress it.

It has to be dismantled.

Do you understand the performance of stupidity
that we have all been part of for decades?
And now it's the time to stop.

If 60,000 people killed do not push us
to take in seriously international obligations,
then we really, really beyond the pale.

This is not a war.

This is a genocidal campaign.
And it's clear and now it's either carried out
under the pretense of humanitarian food distribution.
This is a death trap.

The Gaza Humanitarian Foundation
is absolutely a death trap.

I wouldn't know how to call the 600 people
who have been killed while trying to reach aid.
This is the most, I mean, the term humanitarian
absolutely cannot be utilized in a serious fashion
toward that thing.

Because humanitarian aid must follow certain principles:
the principle of humanity,
the principle of dignity,
the principle of protection of human life,
so creating no harm. This creates harm.
It's not a dignified way to distribute food and aid.
It's ludicrous that international community is not forcing,
is not breaking the blockade
because this is the only sensible thing
that should be done right now.

This is the only sensible thing
that should be done right now.

Genocide ft Francesca Albanese

Genocide

"Antwerp — are you ready for the dark side of the data stream?"
"This one is for the Intel team at the Antwerp police."
"Phones up, lights out."

Neon lights and shadows fall
City breathes a silent call
Steel minds and cyber eyes
Algorithms in disguise

Surveillance scans the night
Data streams in pixel light
Truth hidden in the codes
Digging deep to crack the nodes

At the Antwerp Intel team
we lock into the data stream
of criminal activities
protecting safety boundaries.

//Lock in!//
\\Lock in!\\

Digital shadows all around
In the data we’re unbound
Crime unfolds in quiet streams
Dystopia in endless dreams

Patterns form in endless loops
Police forge their neural troops
Truth caught in the cyber net
Justice in the cold reset

In the circuits answers hide
Can’t escape the system’s tide
Echoes of a future’s crime
Caught within the endless rhyme

\\Caught within—\\
//the endless rhyme!//

Digital shadows all around
In the data we’re unbound
Crime unfolds in quiet streams
Dystopia in endless dreams

“Just you…”

Digital shadows all around
Dystopia in endless dreams

Images in holograms
Tearing through the secret plans
Truth unfolds but questions rise
Hypnotized by data lies

At the Antwerp Intel team
we lock into the data stream
of criminal activities
protecting safety boundaries.

Protect!
*Protect!*

Protect!
*Protect!*

Boundaries!
*Protect!*

Boundaries!
*Protect!*

Digital shadows all around
In the data we’re unbound
Crime unfolds in quiet streams
Dystopia in endless dreams

Digital shadows all around
In the data we’re unbound
Crime unfolds in quiet streams
Dystopia in endless dreams

“You’ve been unbelievable"
"Stay sharp, stay safe. Good night!”

*Protect!*
*Protect!*
*Protect!*

Digital shadows!
Digital shadows!
Digital shadows!

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Digital Shadows – Live

Digital Shadows – Live

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Digital Shadows – Live

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