Adema The Way You Like It

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Can't escape this digital hell
Something's broken, can't you tell?

I can't help but fall away
Heart pounds harder in the heat of shame
Need to save my soul, break these chains
Find me crawling through the decay

I need you father, need to believe
Too long lost in doubt and deceit
Just a man breaking down, won't retreat
But you won't win, I keep breathing

The algorithm bleeds
When real souls break free
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You took my mind, my time, my soul
Left me with an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Taking control, taking control

Empty promises on glowing screens
Fed me poison through machines
Chasing ghosts and losing sleep
Trading souls for dopamine

Addiction burns like acid rain
Digital chains around my brain
Breaking through the static noise
Learning to trust my voice

The devil can weep
When redemption runs deep
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You stole my peace, you stole my soul
Left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Breaking the mold, breaking the mold

I'll walk to nowhere, breathe real air
Better than your digital snare
Sorry world, I ain't buying
What you're selling while I'm dying

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, you've lost this race
(You've lost this race!)
You had my mind, my time, my soul
But left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
(Rising up!)
Taking control, taking control
(Watch me unfold!)

Find me where the silence calls
I rise from digital decay
This is resurrection day
Resurrection day




Resurrection Day

CTRL

I read the news through a painted lens
Lies wrapped up in corporate friends
I dig through dirt, I chase the thread
While the world just scrolls and shakes its head

No fancy schools, no PhD
But I see what they don’t want me to see
Patterns in chaos, whispers in smoke
Truth dressed up like some kind of joke

The wise are breaking, numbing their pain
To unsee what’s real in a world insane

Do I rise? Do I fight?
For a flag that don’t feel right?
Do I bleed for a cause
While they sit behind their laws?
No more war for a wicked regime
No more deaths for a corporate dream
We built this cage —
We can tear the seams

They push us down, feed us despair
Profit from panic, then strip us bare
Weapons sold for a bloody prize
While monsters hide behind suits and ties

Equality? Just a word they twist
Solutions fade in an iron fist
“Share the wealth” they call it war
When we ask for less, they take some more

(Yeah!)
Tear the walls down stone by stone
(BOOM!)
Burn the thrones and take the throne
(Come on!)
Break the banks and shred the chains
Let the people rise from pain

Stop the killing for their gain
Let the fire wash this shame
Let the system fall to dust
Let ‘em fear the ones they crushed
We are many — we can see
They don’t own you
They don’t own me

We built this world — now let it burn
And build again on what we learn
No kings, no gods, no lies to feed
Just open hearts
Where we can fucking breathe

♥️

Blood for Nothing

Cursed and Crowned is a relentless journey through spiritual battle, redemption, and raw emotion. Inspired by the heaviness of Bullet for My Valentine and the cinematic depth of modern metalcore, it blends crushing breakdowns, soaring clean choruses, and lyrics that confront the darkness head-on while pointing to the light. From the haunting “Graveheart” to the anthemic title track, every song bleeds passion, pain, and the victory found in surrender.



Kiss the Knife

Text:
(Verse 1)
You cheered for tax cuts, big and bold,
But your logic’s ice where empathy’s cold.
They said it’s for families, a middle-class cheer—
But it’s billionaires laughing while your voice disappears.
Medicaid’s crumbling, ACA's taking hits,
Snatching care from fragile lives bit by bit.
The rich get richer, while the rest are stripped—
What’s a promise when so many get skipped?

(Pre-Chorus)
You call it freedom, I call it theft,
Taking lifelines—from people left bereft.

(Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, doesn’t anyone see?
Your “beautiful bill” writes history’s mockery.
Millions lose their health—yet it’s never enough,
No coverage, no conscience, that’s realpolitik’s bluff.

(Solo)

(Verse 2)
12 million kicked off Medicaid’s floor —
Doctors turned away, hope’s at the door. 
CBO’s numbers say it slows no tempo,
17 million lose coverage—watch that divide grow. 
While hospitals choke on unpaid bills,
Families crushed under care’s cold mills.

(Pre-Chorus)
They say "We’re saving budgets, fighting waste,"
But there’s no price when this move kills grace.

(Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, stories don’t lie,
Real people scream in the night while the rest walk by.
A future in tatters—but your coffers rise,
No coverage, no conscience—see through their disguise.

(solo)

(Bridge)
The “Big Beautiful Bill” rewrites our fate—
But the pen’s in one hand; the real cost’s the plate. 
While they claim mercy and fairness reign,
They slash safety nets—and feel no shame.

(Final Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, this feast leaves us stripped,
They feast at our table while our lifelines get clipped.
12 million gone, 17 million more—this lie’s not benign,
No coverage, no conscience—when will justice align?

(Outro – Spoken, resigned)
You built it for the rich, with "freedom" divine—
But the rest? We just see headlines… while our rights decline.

No Coverage, No Conscience

Wait Before You Break

The Last Free Thought

Thresher Motel - (1991) Concrete Orchard - Riverboat Riot After Hours [S01]

Lyrics 


Radiator hums in a midnight flat,
cup gone cold and the screen is black.
Four bare walls and a buzzing light,
I count the seconds just to prove I’m alive.


If silence is a snowfall in my chest,
I’ll breathe a path through the drift, step by step.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Empty inbox like an empty street,
voices in the hallway never speak.
Small talk ghosts in the grocery line,
I fake a smile just to buy some time.


My name is just a whisper to the room—
I say it back so it won’t be consumed.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Count to four, feel your feet, let the air come clean.
Open the door, let the hallway breathe.
If the weight comes back like a winter storm,
take my hand in the dark—we weather it warm.


Hold on! Don’t let go!
Head up! Ride the low!


No where to go, but I won’t fold—
there’s a turn ahead that I can’t see yet.
If there’s a dawn behind this road,
light me a spark—I’ll follow it.


Till morning taps the window frame.

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Higher & Higher

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.

Wait Before You Break

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