Abyss

Abyss (from Kaiju No. 8)

This track is the scream I never got to let out, the truth I wasn’t allowed to speak. It’s a song for every survivor who was told to stay quiet, who was made to feel small, broken, or invisible. “Name in the Fire” lit the match—this is the aftermath. Stronger. Louder. Unapologetic. Every lyric is a scar I’ve learned to wear with pride. This is for the ones who made it out and for the ones still fighting. You’re not alone.

The Fire I Became

Scars Like Stars

The Time I Left Behind

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Rub your hands together, feel the static rise
Cast your spell on broken dreams and alibis  
With your wicked ways, you're digging deeper down
Trading everything to wear that golden crown

Don't blink twice, don't look right
Something's coming in the night
Everything you built will wash away

A chariot on fire, burning through the power lines
You'll run away scared when you read between the signs
To the Babylon tower where the broken angels fall
Where your kingdom crumbles and you lose it all

In the neon glow where devils make their deals
Pretty faces hiding how the darkness feels
Built your empire on a foundation made of lies
Now you're staring at the fire in the skies

Don't blink twice, don't look right
Something's coming in the night
Everything you built will wash away

A chariot on fire, burning through the power lines
You'll run away scared when you read between the signs
To the Babylon tower where the broken angels fall
Where your kingdom crumbles and you lose it all

Here today, gone tomorrow
Time to burn it all down
Watch your kingdom die

A chariot on fire, tearing through your house of cards
To the Babylon tower where your empire turns to ash
A chariot on fire, coming for your soul tonight
Your kingdom's burning down, you lose it all

There's still time for redemption
Choose your side before it's gone

Babylon

Lyrics:

You
Kept me in the queue I'm the second dude
I'm
In a different mood I might break a thing or two
Why
Did you stab me in the back I wish it wasn't true
But if our
Love wasn't a heart attack I'd leave it all to you
You kept me in the queue I'm the second dude
I'm
In a different mood I might break a thing or two
Why
Did you stab me in the back I wish it wasn't true
But if our
Love wasn't a heart attack I'd leave it all to you

I'd leave it all to you
I'd leave it all to you
I'd leave it all to you
I'd leave it all

You
Kept me in the queue I'm the second dude
I'm
In a different mood I might break a thing or two
Why
Did you stab me in the back I wish it wasn't true
But if our
Love wasn't a heart attack I'd leave it all to you
You kept me in the queue I'm the second dude
I'm
In a different mood I might break a thing or two
Why
Did you stab me in the back I wish it wasn't true
But if our
Love wasn't a heart attack I'd leave it all to you

I killed my old self, can't have him back
Quit saving me a spot, whatever you got planned
Been in this line I can hardly stand
I don't understand how you could be such a high demand

You
Kept me in the queue I'm the second dude
I'm
In a different mood I might break a thing or two
Why
Did you stab me in the back I wish it wasn't true
But if our
Love wasn't a heart attack I'd leave it all to you
You kept me in the queue I'm the second dude
I'm
In a different mood I might break a thing or two
Why
Did you stab me in the back I wish it wasn't true
But if our
Love wasn't a heart attack I'd leave it all to you

I'd leave it all to you
I'd leave it all to you
I'd leave it all to you
I'd leave it all

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Time In A Bottle By YUNGBLUD Hobbs and Shaw 2019

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.

The Time I Left Behind

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