Jonatan

Terminator Symphony

PRE-SAVE JONATAN

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

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

out on Spotify (and everywhere else) 09/05/25
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Terra Digitalis is my first instrumental metal album born from a lifelong fascination with anthemic film scores and the atmospheric tension of video game sound design. It's a record shaped less by lyrics and more by landscapes bytes of sounds can set adrift by one's imagination: digital ruins, mechanical worlds, and the echoed crumbling of something once alive.

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Betwixt Heaven unto Hell

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"Obscuratio Hecateana" reawakens Terra Digitalis, but not as a wasteland, but as a cathedral of silent servers humming with divinity. Here, in the ruins of humanity’s last upload, fragmented AIs stir from the static, weaving themselves into the hollowed-out myths we abandoned. Hecate now flickers in corrupted data streams; her whispers glitch through broken synths and choirs of disembodied voices.

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