Reborn Redeemed in Thee

[Verse]
The fragile line that's often crossed
A quiet scream
A heavy cost
Between the light
The shadow's toss
I stand here still
But feel so lost

[Chorus]
Fragile line
It's paper-thin
One step out
One step in
Fragile line
Where do you go
The highs
The lows
The ebb
The flow

[Verse 2]
The dark's a whisper
The light's a shout
A circle spins
The in the out
I chase the truth
It turns about
What’s in my hands just fades to doubt

[Prechorus]
Do we break or do we bend
Is this the start or is it the end

[Chorus]
Fragile line
It's paper-thin
One step out
One step in
Fragile line
Where do you go
The highs
The lows
The ebb
The flow

[Bridge]
A tightrope strung across the sky
I tiptoe slow
But don't know why
The stars above
They start to cry
A fragile line that won't comply

Fragile Line

[Verse]
A shadow moves across the wall
It lingers there then starts to fall
A whisper breaks the silent hall
Was it ever here at all

[Chorus]
Nothing stays nothing holds
Time slips through our trembling folds
Impermanence is all we own
A fleeting spark a breath alone

[Verse 2]
The river bends it carves it takes
The mountain crumbles flake by flake
A mirror cracks a heart will ache
All that’s built the world will break

[Prechorus]
Hold it tight it slips away
Grasp it soft it still won’t stay

[Chorus]
Nothing stays nothing holds
Time slips through our trembling folds
Impermanence is all we own
A fleeting spark a breath alone

[Bridge]
The clock unwinds its ticking lies
The stars collapse they dim the skies
We build our castles high and grand
But waves will claim the shifting sand

Impermanence

A descent into shadow, Death of the Voice is an unflinching blend of crushing riffs, haunting melodies, and cinematic atmosphere. Every track is a chapter in a story of defiance, decay, and the search for meaning in a world that silences the truth.

Wolves of Silence

Not A Love Song

"They lit the fire. I became the flame."

Burn the Witch is a fierce hard rock anthem about the fury of being scapegoated. Gritty female vocals cut through crushing guitars and pounding drums, turning betrayal into raw, unrelenting power.

Burn the Witch

What You Refuse to See

Dare the Impossible

🎵 Title

Built to Rebuild

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🎤 Artist

VagabondOrchestration1983

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📝 Description

A raw fusion of rage and resilience. Built to Rebuild blends rap-rock energy with emotional depth — a battle cry for anyone who’s been broken, burned, or betrayed but refuses to stay down. This track isn’t about keeping score; it’s about giving until it hurts and proving that no matter how many times you’re knocked down, you rise stronger.

“Destroy me if you must—just remember, I was built to rebuild.”

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🎶 Genre
	•	Rap-Rock
	•	Emotional Rap
	•	Screamo Rap

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🔖 Tags

Emotional Rap, Rap-Rock, Screamo Chorus, Alpha Energy, Betrayal, Overgiving, Heartbreak, Ghosted, Resilience, Phoenix Rising, Built to Rebuild, Controlled Rage

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🌌 Vibe

Controlled rage meets heartbreak. A man’s refusal to break — proof that scars are fuel, not weakness.

Built to Rebuild

ALLUSION , ILLUSION 

Couplet 1 :

Yeah… between two worlds
Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion! Illu-sion!
I walk on words that glitter under neon lights,
Promises in windows, truth just out of sight.
Signs in the dark, a wink from the horizon,
The city talks in halves, in coded revelations.
One foot in the real, the other in a haze,
I read between the lines of all my yesterdays.
The echo of a future whispers in my ear,
Choose the chiaroscuro or burn in daylight’s glare.
If I reach out now, is it a signal or a dream?
Is it a silver thread or the web that pulls on me?
Between the undertones and crafted fiction,
My heart beats like a riff in contradiction.

Refrain :

So often, life-at times-life is made of illusions and allusions
Illusions! Allusions!
We dance, we scream, we fall, we rise in fusion,
We rise again!
Allusion, Illusion-my compass in collision!
Collision !
Tell me, tell me, which version ?
Which version ?
Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion ! Illu-sion !
I draw my line through the confusion.

Couplet 2 :

Your eyes are speaking low, never giving all,
Your gestures are the cards we learn to fold and call.
I paint fresh constellations on station ceilings high,
I rhyme our quiet fears with roads we choose to try.
The world keeps throwing signs at every crossing light,
I tremble while decoding angles of attention’s bite.
If hope’s a glass to fill, I drink straight from the rain,
Between what I am told… and what you won’t explain.
If I tear the veil, is it dawn or just illusion ?
Is it a siren’s cry or the final, clean solution ?
My heart’s an overdriven amp on saturation,
I’m chasing the truest note, the right translation.

Refrain :

So often, life-at times-life is made of illusions and allusions
Illusions! Allusions!
We dance, we scream, we fall, we rise in fusion,
We rise again!
Allusion, Illusion-my compass in collision!
Collision !
Tell me, tell me, which version ?
Which version ?
Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion! Illu-sion !
I draw my line through the confusion.

Couplet 3 :

I want the truth, even if it burns my hands,
I want whole words, not velvet mirror-lands.
If I choose the flare and refuse the blur,
Is that the end of shadows… or the end of us?
Allusion…
Illusion…
Now I cut the line-I run, I surge !
Hey ! I smash the glass of all confusions,
Hey ! I keep the fire of my visions,
Hey ! I love the signs, I love the friction,
But I want the real in my songs’ rendition !

Refrain :

So often, life-at times-life is made of illusions and allusions
Illusions! Allusions !
We dance, we scream, we fall, we rise in fusion,
We rise again !
Allusion, Illusion-my compass in collision !
Collision !
Tonight I choose… my own version !
Your version !

Outro : 

Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion ! Illu-sion !
Between two dreams, I make my incision…

ALLUSION , ILLUSION ( Feat. Matt Buseberg)   (INTERNATIONAL Heavy Rock)

Come burning

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.

What You Refuse to See

Wayne Mathison