Name: no signal in heaven by VOXTHÆRA
Duration: 2 min 59 s
Description: A visceral, genre-shattering odyssey through the fractured psyche of a digital generation, missed by the plot merges metalcore grit, trap beats, and nu-metal rebellion into a raw, unflinching audio diary. This 13-track manifesto captures the dissonance of modern existence: alienation masked in memes, rage filtered through screens, and love corroded by irony.

MMmmm.... Mmmm...... Mmmm...

Mm...

They say adapt... like it’s a virtue
Like we ain’t been forced to bend ‘til we break

The ice caps melt while they melt down stocks
CEOs rich off apocalypse clocks
My grandma prays, but the air still burns
And truth got sold for the profits they earn
They call it progress, we call it pain
New normals feel like a hunger game
Same flood, same fire, new name
And still no answers, just blame

We weather the changes, but barely breathe
They sit on thrones while we grit our teeth
Systems collapse, and we’re told to cope
But hope without action is just a hoax
One day at a time, they say to me
But time runs out while they plant disease

My neighbor lost it all to the sea rise
Still they deny while the coastlines die
They frame it like a freak event
While building condos where the flood was sent
Third storm this month, and they still gaslight
Telling us it’s fine in the satellite light
But we’re knee deep in debt and tide
No help coming, no place to hide

We weather the changes, but barely breathe
They sit on thrones while we grit our teeth
Systems collapse, and we’re told to cope
But hope without action is just a hoax
One day at a time, they say to me
But time runs out while they plant disease
One day at a time, they say to me
But time runs out while they plant disease

They hand us pain and call it fate
We patch what breaks and carry weight
Our kindness makes the system shake
We bend, we bleed, but never break

So we weather the changes, fists not folded
Truth in the fire, and we still hold it
This ain’t survival, this is war
One day at a time, but we want more

we weather the changes, fists not folded
Truth in the fire, and we still hold it
This ain’t survival, this is war
One day at a time, but we want more

Changes

I’m telling you...
No punchline, no smoke screen, no edit.
Just listen.
I came from the silent streetlight phases,
Where names fade quick like chalk on pavements.
Felt too much, too early, my hands too small
To carry all the weight they dropped in the hall.

No dad on the bleachers, no mom in the crowd,
Just echoes and teachers that talked too loud.
“Got potential”, they said that twice,
Then filed me away like a dusty vice.

I spit now not for the fame,
But for the voices that got lost in the game.
Every beat’s a confession, not a trick.
Every line’s blood inked with a splintered Bic.
I sleep light, dream heavy,
Still wake up ready to war with what’s left of me.
Bills stacked like doubt in a drawer,
And every call I missed feels like a locked door.

I used to pray with my hands not my words,
Now I rap like a sermon for the unheard.
Look, I'm not a saint, not a prophet, not your fix,
I’m the crack in the glass between the hits.

You hear clarity, I hear scars,
You hear rhythm, I’m counting bars
Like jail cells, each one a confessional,
Where pain rhymes perfectly with “inexpressible.”

I walked alone so long, my shadow got bored.
I talk to myself more than I talk to the Lord.
And when I say “I’m fine,” it’s performance art—
Smile tight, but my lungs falling apart.

I write lines like escape routes,
Each syllable a crack in the cell I’m tryna move out.
And sometimes I scream in silence,
Just to feel if my throat still holds defiance.

I remember her
yeah, the one with the eyes
Like cold war secrets and lullabies.
She said: “Just comfortably discomfort me inaudibly,
Why won’t you please?”, then walked out logically.
Mówię ci… this world don’t whisper back.
It shouts, then it shrugs, then it fades to black.

And still I keep going
what else is there?
Purpose ain’t pretty, and hope is rare.
But I carry it like a splinter in my thumb,
Painfully close and never undone.

I spit this for the ones still up at 3
Asking if they’re meant to be anything
Beyond a number, a screen, a trend
This ain’t a track
it’s a letter I’ll never send.

I'm Telling You

Tell ‘em I died a couple streams ago,
Came back in 4K, glitchin’ tho.
(Warp me gently through the screen,
Make a god from dopamine.)

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source
paper crown, plastic throne,
DM’d fate on a prepaid phone

My reflection doin’ fraud again
Mouth movin’ but it’s all pretend
She said “Be real" I hit refresh
Typed out pain like a stolen sketch

I’m a god with a broken login
Lost love in my two-factor coffin
They cheer loud but they never stay
I build faith out of résumé

Oh...

Oh...

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source

Oh...

Ooh oh....

I wore fame like a jacket off-rack
Didn’t fit right, but I looked like that
Comments scroll like rosaries
I confess through emojis, please

Rented thoughts on a looped beat
No soul, just curated heat
But still they stream my disrepair
A holy mess with dyed pink hair

Oohhh, fake wings... still fly / Still lie / Still cry in disguise / Ooooh.....

Paper halo, don’t fall off
If I glitch, don’t pause the song
I pray in likes and repost lore
Just another saint in a corner store

Fold me up when you lose interest
Burn my brand like it’s incense
Keep my crown, it’s paper thin
Wear it loud ‘til it caves in...

Paper Halo

Yeah…
She don’t answer.
She just leaves the room louder than she found it.

Echo lips, say it, vanish
Moves in waves like static damage
Every goodbye sounds rehearsed
Every look like a subtle curse

Left her gloss on my glass rim
Now it’s lipstick ghosts where the light’s dim
Speaks soft, but her silence sharper
Than anything I’ve heard since the last departure

She spins me like late night radio
Soft hums, but the tension heavy though
Choke on words I’ll never send
She reads my pulse like a message I bend

I called her bluff, she called my soul
No ring, no tone, just black hole scrolls
Her name’s still etched in my passcode log
And I still breathe her in when I miss the fog

She’s the glitch in my clean cut vibe
The late reply in a neon lie
Fingertips cold like she types with ice
But the burn she leaves? Man, it hit precise

I said “stay”, she said “define it”
Told her “forever”, she redefined it
Now my nights repeat like a chorus gone rogue
Trying to find peace in the echo she stole

Echo lips... still ringing
In the space where the message stops singing
No closure, no reverb fade
Just a memory framed in a voice that stayed

Echo Lips

Ashtray full. Head empty.
One last drag from the version of me I didn’t choose.

I left myself on read
Somewhere in that thread
Where I said I’d try
But never said when

The glass tongue cracked,
Words leaked like steam
Dreamed in grayscale
Woke in a meme

She whispered, “You ain’t broken, just abstract,”
I laughed like a vinyl scratch
That’s the truth
A bit warped, but still loops

Fade me out like smoke in reverse
Leave my name in lowercase curse
If you miss me,
Just rewind the hurt

Blue smoke exit.
No applause. No alert.

Blue Smoke Exit

Can't tell if I'm breathing, or buffering
Every light feels like it's screaming
Why is everything too much

My jaw is tight, my teeth are codes
Grinding through another overload
I scroll and scroll, but nothing lands
My hands don't feel like my own hands

White noise in HD, too loud, too close
My chest a theater, where panic hosts
Don't touch me, don't talk
I'm leaving, but I'm not

I'm here, but uninvited
I'm real, but divided
I'm overstimulated
Everything's a trigger

Thoughts loop louder, and my skin feels thinner
Don't need a hug, just give me air
Turn the brightness down, I'm not all there
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in

Tried to meditate, but the silence screamed
Tried to sleep, but I heard machines
My mind's a maze, with no clear center
Each turn's a trap, each thought's a sensor

I need escape from this cage of sense
Turn me off, just for a second
I'm not lazy, I'm surviving, 
in a world that keeps colliding
I'm overstimulated, every sound's a knife

This is not a phase, this is my life
Don't tell me to calm, don't ask why I'm quiet
This body's a riot, and I'm just trying to ride it

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, 

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, 


System at capacity, shutting down sensory feed, reboot... uncertain

Overstimulated

I ain't whole, but I'm holding it together
Better than yesterday
Beat drops, soft laugh
Call that progress

Used to sleep with my fists clenched
Woke up like I fought myself
Uh, therapist said
That's progress

Didn't feel like help
I water my plants now
I answer some text
I forget slow

But I forget less
I'm not a phoenix
But I rose weird anyway
Ash is still in my hair

But I showed up today
I'm healing
Not cute, but it's mine
Messy little miracle on borrowed time

Stitches show, but I still shine
Don't need to be perfect to claim what's mine
I'm healing
And it ain't always clean

It's dancing with ghosts
In washed out jeans
I laugh more now, like really laugh
From the belly, not the mask

Still freeze up in grocery lines
But I shake it off
Baby steps count when you've crawled that far
No epiphany, no lightning crack

Just one quiet morning
Where I didn't look back
No spotlight, just soft light
Peace don't scream, it whispers right

I'm healing
Still tender, still wild
Still got questions, but I wear that smile
Blood and soil, roots in the grind

I'm not whole, but I'm finally mine
I'm healing
I'm healing
I'm here

I'm still here


Everything I Didn’t Say is a dark pop and emotional pop album exploring the silent struggles we carry beneath the surface. Across 10 deeply personal tracks, it captures the journey through overstimulation, trauma, healing, and acceptance. Blending haunting piano melodies, cinematic synths, minimalist beats, and vulnerable lyricism, this record creates an intimate, raw space for reflection. From the chaotic anxiety of Overstimulated to the soft resilience of Soft Armor and the aching closure of Splinters in Winter, each song reflects a step in the healing process — imperfect, beautiful, and painfully real. Perfect for late-night drives, introspective moments, and anyone piecing themselves back together. If you've ever struggled to say what hurt you most, this album was made for you. Stream, comment your favorite lyric, and share it with someone who needs it. #darkpop #altpop #emotionalpop #traumarecovery #healingmusic #newmusic2025 #voxthaera #independent #artist

Healing

out on Spotify (and everywhere else) 09/05/25
https://open.spotify.com/artist/73TPeF8na0n2sWtAW50nLW

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A visceral, genre-shattering odyssey through the fractured psyche of a digital generation, missed by the plot merges metalcore grit, trap beats, and nu-metal rebellion into a raw, unflinching audio diary. This 13-track manifesto captures the dissonance of modern existence: alienation masked in memes, rage filtered through screens, and love corroded by irony.

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Voxthaera was born from the desire to explore those perspectives simultaneously: the personal, the observational, the cosmic, and the emotional. From ambient alt-rock ballads to cinematic metal instrumentals and spoken word odysseys, Voxthaera’s work spans genre but remains united by one goal - emotional truth.

Voxthaera’s music doesn’t just speak; it listens. Every release is designed to hold the listener like a mirror to say, “I see you. I’ve been there.”

For fans of introspective alt rock, thoughtful rhymes, or avant-metal: Voxthaera offers a genre-fluid journey of emotional recognition and release.



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