Soma

Half Me - I Am But A Guest In Exile

Viciously awakened from an unconscious state
Disoriented, and violated, what have they done?
Syringes lay scattered, across the floor
Confined by walls, beginning of panic 

Surgeons surrounding him
Scalpel blades pressed to his skin
Pressed to his skin !
Surgeons impaling him
Scalpel blades disfigure skin 
Disfigure skin !

Syringes, penetrate the flesh, overwhelmed by fear of death
Hyperventilation,  heart palpitations,  he begins a wretched revelation
Regurgitation, spewing vomit and blood, he's foaming from the mouth
Eyes receding, orifices bleeding, weakened lungs have ceased from breathing 

Failed attempt to restrain him
Skull-fracture sedation
Blood spills from the cranium
Enraging murder sensation

Breaking free, let the slaughter begin
Imbalanced brain altered for destruction
Breeding the horror, bearing disease 
Releasing filth, for all to breathe 

Parasites, infiltrate the flesh, overwhelming spread of plague
Hyperventilation,  heart palpitations, they begin a wretched revelation
Regurgitation, 

Vile Creation

whatAwaste

Humanihility

Rampage

(Chorus)
Ghost Rider . . !!!!
riding free,
a spirit of the night,
With a heart of vengeance,
he's the guardian of the right.

(Outro)
So if you're walking lonely, on the midnight road,
And you hear a bike, with a fiery code,
Don't look back, just hold onto your soul,
For the Ghost Rider's spirit has made you whole.

Ghost Rider

 Collapse Into Glory is a post-hardcore descent into sacred fire—twelve tracks forged from scripture, silence, and rebellion. It’s a record of prophets and prisoners, of altars that don’t burn and crowns earned through blood. Each song confronts the tension between spectacle and truth, between riot and whisper, between the blade and the breath that follows.

 This isn’t worship—it’s war. From the wilderness to the grave, from temptation to transfiguration, the album walks through collapse to find what’s holy in the wreckage. It’s for the faithful who scream, bleed, and rise. Glory doesn’t come clean—it comes through fire.


Half Me - I Am But A Guest In Exile

White Dot Records

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