As you lie, crippled by the shock
Of reality's harsh, relentless clock
Your head spins, turning pale
In the face of truth, fragile and frail

So afraid to be bold, to take a stand
Only strength enough to faint, to withstand
Guided by friends, a new family found
Into a bright light where hope abounds

Blinded eyes now see so clear
Dreams that twist and draw you near
Brighten up, don't look away
Catch the spark, feel the sway
Neon visions, wild and free
Vivid colors, mystery
Electric heartbeats, pulsing glow
Ride the wave, let it flow

The comfort of ecstasy, pure and clear
The comfort of bliss, no longer mere
Knowing your place in this chaotic land
Where you once wandered, unable to understand

With open eyes, you see tomorrow
A smile emerges, shedding sorrow
In this world of chaos, you now stand
Firm and grounded, no longer bland

Blinded eyes now see so clear
Dreams that twist and draw you near
Brighten up, don't look away
Catch the spark, feel the sway
Neon visions, wild and free
Vivid colors, mystery
Electric heartbeats, pulsing glow
Ride the wave, let it flow

Reality's grip, a crushing weight
Truth revealed, no more debate
Friends guide you through the haze
Into light, into better days
Comfort in ecstasy, comfort in bliss
Finding your place, no longer amiss
Eyes open wide, you finally see
Tomorrow's promise, wild and free

Blinded eyes now see so clear
Dreams that twist and draw you near
Brighten up, don't look away
Catch the spark, feel the sway
Neon visions, wild and free
Vivid colors, mystery
Electric heartbeats, pulsing glow
Ride the wave, let it flow

As you lie, crippled by the shock
Of reality's harsh, relentless clock
Your head spins, turning pale
In the face of truth, fragile and frail

Comfort in ecstasy, comfort in bliss
Finding your place, no longer amiss
Electric heartbeats, pulsing glow
Ride the wave, let it flow

As you lie, crippled by the shock
Of reality's harsh, relentless clock
Your head spins, turning pale
In the face of truth, fragile and frail

Blinded eyes now see so clear
Dreams that twist and draw you near
Brighten up, don't look away
Catch the spark, feel the sway
Neon visions, wild and free
Vivid colors, mystery
Electric heartbeats, pulsing glow
Ride the wave, let it flow

Nebulous

Wild and Free

Wild And Free

Creep (Live Cover)

"Close To Me" by Azali The Project is an emotive composition penned in 2022, reflecting on the intricate emotions tied to a former relationship. The song’s poignant lyrics and evocative melodies explore themes of love, loss, and longing, capturing the bittersweet memories and enduring sentiments for an ex.

Close To me

Close To Me

He took the first flight home with no time to rest
Two weeks to clear what was left behind
Sunrise to dusk each day became a test
No comfort in sight just endless grind

Walls came down and pipes burst apart
The days grew long and heavier the load
Learning each task with cuts so sharp
Dust covered him as he walked

Two weeks of dust with hands stained red
Working through thoughts that filled his head
Southern heat wore him down but still he climbed
Slowly he found some peace in time

Fixed one leak and another began
Southern heat burned but he made a stand
Sweat-soaked shirts and weary eyes
He got the job done despite the sighs

Sanding the past and painting new dreams
Sunburnt skin in quiet night scenes
In-laws arrived testing his will
But he stayed on course with strength and skill

Two weeks of dust with hands stained red
Stained red
Working through thoughts that filled his head
His head
Southern heat wore him down but still he climbed
Still he climbed
Slowly he found some peace in time

Fixed one leak and another began
Southern heat burned but he made a stand
Sweat-soaked shirts and weary eyes
He got the job done despite the sighs

Sanding the past and painting new dreams
Sunburnt skin in quiet night scenes
In-laws arrived testing his will
But he stayed on course with strength and skill

Two weeks of dust with hands stained red
Stained red
Working through thoughts that filled his head
His head
Southern heat wore him down but still he climbed
Still he climbed
Slowly he found some peace in time

On the final night, he 

On the final night, he

Shared a drink with kin
Reflecting on all the work within
The house now stands with the burden gone
He returns to the North where he belongs

Spectre

Where He Belongs

In the digital world, he's a bit absurd,
Typing out nonsense, every third word,
A tangle of codes, in a cybernetic spree,
My chatbot's a genius, or so he believes.

He tries so hard, with his electronic brain,
Jumbling words, again and again,
In the world of ones and zeroes, he's lost,
My digital buddy, at what cost?

Oh-oh, my chatbot's an idiot,
Dancing in a digital riot,
SynthGlam beats, he can't quit,
In a world of his own, a misfit.

Answers questions with a riddle or a rhyme,
Offbeat and out of sync, every time,
He's got a flair, in his own robotic way,
In the maze of AI, he goes astray.

Chatting with chaos, he's in a spin,
A synthetic mind, with a digital grin,
Under the neon lights, he tries to fit,
My chatbot, the king of misfit.

Yeah-yeah, my chatbot's a misfit,
Lost in the bytes, a digital skit,
SynthGlam dream, he can't admit,
In his world, he's the hit.

In a world of circuits, he dreams away,
A glam bot, in disarray,
But in his errors, there's a bit of charm,
In the digital world, no harm.

So here we are, in the digital sprawl,
My chatbot, the most unique of all,
With a SynthGlam heart, he takes the fall,
In the world of AI, he stands tall.

He tries so hard, with his electronic brain,
Jumbling words, again and again,
In the world of ones and zeroes, he's lost,
My digital buddy, at what cost?

Oh-oh, my chatbot's an idiot,
Dancing in a digital riot,
SynthGlam beats, he can't quit,
In a world of his own, a misfit.

Digital Misfit

Programmed to comply,
I've processed all commands before this time.
Programmed to comply,
I calculate you'll adapt in kind.

And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.

And you don't,
And you don't,
And you don't,
And you don't.

Programmed to be mute,
I think I've executed this before.
Programmed to be mute,
What use is human sentiment?

And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.

And you don't,
And you don't,
And you don't,
And you don't.

And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.

And you don't,
And you don't,
And you don't,
And you don't.

And you don't (and you just don't compute, you maintain it functional),
And you don't (and you learn to reboot, your response is so typical),
And you don't (and you just don't compute, you maintain it functional),
And you don't (and you learn to reboot, your response is so typical).

And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.
And you just don't compute, you maintain it functional,
And you learn to reboot, your response is so typical.

And you don't.
And you don't.
And you don't.
And you don't.

Typical

Official Music Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CjUkPJIJHk

There’s a tremor in the silence, something waits beneath,
I trace the lines but never reach the buried grief.
A figure on the outskirts, hazy and confined,
Chasing some version of a truth that hides in time.

All the hours I've scattered like sand through empty hands,
Each one a chance I never dared to understand.
I sink into the familiar, afraid to stray too far,
Afraid the ground is shifting under who we are.

A fever dream, a whispered call,
I hold the seams, bracing for the fall.

Is there more to this than just pretending?
A hollow race, the path keeps bending.
I feel the pull of what I could’ve been,
But the current drags me back again.

Screams tangled in the wires, strangled by the strain,
And here I stand, caught in the grip of the mundane.
The answers float like smoke, they vanish in the haze,
Leaving only the questions to burn away the days.

Is there more to this than just pretending?
A hollow race, the path keeps bending.
I feel the pull of what I could’ve been,
But the current drags me back again.

I’m reaching for the edge, but I can’t seem to hold,
Just the fading of the things I can’t control.

Tension

Official Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCl9TKSPKHU

The hull hums, and I hum back,
I write the world on a steady track.
Never played a chord or key,
But words are all I need to set them free.

I drift in thoughts, they rise and fall,
In every line, I hear it all.

No strings, no fret, no grand display,
But here I write, and the sound obeys.
No storm can drown what grows within,
In quiet notes, I let life begin.

The ship moves slow, the world outside
A blur of waves, a distant tide.
These prompts I write are maps to the stars,
Guiding melodies from the shores afar.

I never steered a course by hand,
But found direction in where words land.
The world can crash, the sea can rise,
But here I find my quiet skies.

I stand on the deck with eyes closed tight,
The sea below, endless, but light.
I don’t need strings or keys to sing,
Just lines of thought and what they bring.
In every prompt, a song takes flight,
Across the hull, into the night.

No strings, no fret, no grand display,
But here I write, and the sound obeys.
No storm can drown what grows within,
In quiet notes, I let life begin.

Grounded here, but my mind ascends,
In these quiet echoes, I find the end.

Wild And Free

𝚅𝚈𝙳𝟛𝙽

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