Great track! the energy the lyric writing. solid!

I wrote this song because I wanted to capture the feeling of slowly drifting away from who you used to be, especially after going through something that changes you deep inside. It’s about the quiet, creeping darkness that settles in when you stop fighting your inner demons and start living with them. The moth symbolizes fragility and transformation—when it dies, it marks the end of something soft and vulnerable. This song is my way of expressing that shift, not with fear, but with acceptance.

When the Moth Dies

Artist: Entity
Composers: Entity, Christopher Joel Martin
Lyricist: Christopher Joel Martin

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Someday
Somehow
I'm gonna figure it out
But not
Right now
'Cause there's too much goin' on

I'll wake up
And I'll disappear
I've had enough
Of living with these fears

I don't wanna be here

Someday
Somehow
I'll fucking figure it out
Why not
Right now
While my whole life's goin' wrong?

I'll stand up
And I'll walk away
I've given up
With coping through the days

Someday (someday)
Somehow (somehow)
I'm gonna figure it out
But not (but not)
Right now (right now)
'Cause there's too much goin' wrong
Someday (someday)
Somehow (somehow)
I'll fucking figure it out
But why (but why)
Not now (not now)
'Cause I've got shit goin' on
Help me get out of here

I'll wake up
And I'll disappear
I've had enough
Of living with these fears
I'll stand up
And I'll walk away
I've given up
With coping through the days
Help me get out of here

Someday (Somehow)

This World Is Ours

🎵 Bikeriders
by The Mainside Project

Engines roaring at the break of day
Cigarette lit, eyes chasing the grey
Worn-out jackets, stories on their skin
They live fast, no need to fit in

Burning the blacktop, no looking behind
On curves of fate, they’re forged and refined

Bikeriders — riding into the flame
Hearts are beating like a runaway train
Through deserts, storms, and city lights
They chase the road, no end in sight
Bikeriders — soul, machine, and fire

Love that’s wild, gone with the breeze
Tales told over beer and gasoline
Every mile’s a scream of truth
No regrets, just the hunger of youth

The wind is the anthem, the throttle’s their prayer
Fuel in their veins, no fear, just dare

Bikeriders — riding into the flame
Hearts are beating like a runaway train
Through deserts, storms, and city lights
They chase the road, no end in sight
Bikeriders — soul, machine, and fire

They ain’t heroes, they ain’t thieves
Just men chasing what they believe
With the weight of the road on their back
Still laughing loud down every track

Bikeriders — brothers of the storm
From mountain cold to desert warm
No maps, just instincts in control
They are the journey, the fire, the soul
Bikeriders — forever on the roll

Bikeriders

The song explores the human struggle with the passage of time, focusing on themes of mortality, regret, and the weight of the past. It presents time as an inescapable force that shapes existence, haunting us with memories of lost moments and the inevitability of death. The cinematic and haunting musical direction amplifies this sense of existential tension, blending introspection with urgency.

The core message is a reflection on how we grapple with time’s relentless march. The lyrics suggest that people often fear the future and death, but the real loss lies in the past—moments, dreams, and opportunities that have already slipped away. The song urges listeners to confront this reality, let go of lingering regrets, and embrace the present as the only true moment of existence. The rap verse and bridge emphasize a shift toward acceptance, encouraging resilience and mindfulness ("Only now exists") to find peace amidst time’s haunting presence. The recurring motif of being "haunted by time" underscores the tension between clinging to the past and living fully in the present.

Haunted by Time

Losing control

The core message emphasizes the importance of purposeful speech and the wisdom of restraint. The lyrics suggest that silence is not just an absence of sound but a powerful space for reflection and clarity. Speaking should be reserved for words that carry weight, truth, and impact—words that are "worth the silence." The song critiques the tendency to fill space with meaningless noise and instead advocates for thoughtful expression that breaks through the "shadow" of superficiality. The rap verse and bridge reinforce this by highlighting the responsibility of words and the strength found in pausing to ensure what is said matters. Ultimately, the song encourages listeners to embrace silence as a source of wisdom and to speak only when their words can truly resonate and endure.

Sound Worth the Silence

Heavily inspired by the mood, structure, and style of “Zombie” with socially conscious lyrics and a raw emotional charge.

Echoes of Silence

Arena Rock best describes this hard edged tracj reminecent of the late 70;s to early 80's rock artists.

Glide

Running From the Fire

🔥 This one hits different.
“Grace on Fire” opens with a spoken intro — a raw, heartfelt message straight from Risen & Reckless to the fans — thanking every single person who’s been there from day one. Then it explodes into pure Faith Metal energy: soaring guitars, thunderous drums, and lyrics that light up the soul.

This track fuses mainstream rock intensity with a bold Christian message, proving faith can roar louder than fear. It’s gritty, emotional, and built for anyone who’s ever fought their demons and came out stronger on the other side.

🎙️ Intro is spoken — not sung.
🎸 Final line “Grace ain’t quiet… it’s Risen & Reckless” spoken outro.

🔥 Genre: Faith Metal / Christian Rock
🔥 Vibe: Creed × Shinedown × Jelly Roll meets Sunday salvation
🔥 Message: Faith isn’t quiet — it’s on fire.

🎧 Listen now ▶️
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Grace On Fire

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

Haunted by Time

Wayne Mathison

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