Name: Silence Between Signals by Wayne Mathison
Duration: 4 min 58 s
Description: Overall, the song is a rebellion against the suffocating influence of digital culture, social media, and external validation. It champions the importance of finding one’s authentic voice through moments of quiet introspection, emphasizing that true freedom and identity come from within, not from conforming to the "hive" of collective trends.

No Gospel Left in You – Confronting spiritual abuse and betrayal.

No Gospel Left in Yo

Gut Me!

Deleted the first upload cause I thought the music’s volume was a little lower

Happy Face - Moonwalker

Quick Trigger - (1994) Tagless Tees - Click Into Place [S01]

[Verse 1]  
Slumped on this stained couch, crumbs digging into my back  
Staring at the ceiling fan spinning its endless crap  
Alarm's screaming murder, but I hit snooze like a pro  
World's out there hustling, me? Nah, just letting it go  

[Verse 2]  
Pockets echo empty, wallet's a ghost town joke  
Ramen packets stacking, bills laugh from the fridge door  
Dreams? They evaporated, left me with this haze  
Chasing nothing daily, trapped in this endless maze  

[Chorus]  
Screw this grind, I'm done pretending I care  
Broke as hell, lazy bones, floating in thin air  
Not one more shift, not one more fake smile line  
Throw it all away, burn it down, make it mine  

[Verse 3]  
Coffee stains on resumes, tossed in the trash bin fire  
Friends call up asking, "Dude, you ever gonna try?"  
But motivation's vanished, like cash down the drain  
Eyelids heavy anchors, pulling me back again  

[Chorus]  
Screw this grind, I'm done pretending I care  
Broke as hell, lazy bones, floating in thin air  
Not one more shift, not one more fake smile line  
Throw it all away, burn it down, make it mine  

[Breakdown]  
ENOUGH! Shatter the chains, rip the system apart!  
Lazy? Broke? Yeah, and proud of the scars!  
No more crawling, no more begging for scraps!  
Explode the routine, watch it all collapse!  
RAHHHH! Burn the hours, smash the clock to bits!  
Fed up forever, quit this worthless shit!  

[Outro]  
Yeah, screw this... all of it... done.

Throw It All Away

[Verse]
There's a crack in the sky
It bleeds no light
Shadows crawl where the sun should fight
The air feels heavy
Thick as stone
I hear whispers
But I'm alone

[Chorus]
The void is calling
Pulling me in
No start
No ending
Where do I begin
A scream without sound
A world undone
The void is calling
And I'm the one

[Verse 2]
My steps echo like ghosts on ice
The ground beneath me feels too precise
The stars above
They blink and fade
A cosmic trick
A game they've played

[Prechorus]
What’s real
What’s fake
How much can I take

[Chorus]
The void is calling
Pulling me in
No start
No ending
Where do I begin
A scream without sound
A world undone
The void is calling
And I'm the one

[Bridge]
A thousand mirrors
No reflection stares
A million questions
No one cares
I reach for something
My hand goes through
What is this place
And why are you

The Void

DIASPORA - The Last Call

Overall, the song is a rebellion against the suffocating influence of digital culture, social media, and external validation. It champions the importance of finding one’s authentic voice through moments of quiet introspection, emphasizing that true freedom and identity come from within, not from conforming to the "hive" of collective trends.

Silence Between Signals

I keep the volume low.
Your ghost still pings sometimes,

I scroll for warmth in plastic light,
each face repeats the same good night.
No blood, no pulse, just patterned waves,
we’re data ghosts pretending grace.

I feel your name behind the screen,
it fades before it ever breathes.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We dream in numbers, sleep in codes,
love translated into modes.
Your typing stops — that’s how I know
the algorithm let you go.

I see your shadow in the scroll,
too perfect to be whole.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We are the crowd,
we are the code.
Lonely together,
never alone.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Erase the silence, fake the sin,
love me once before I begin.

The page refreshes,
and I’m gone again.


Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

Commander

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.

Silence Between Signals

Wayne Mathison

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