CROWN OF THE STATIC is an album about carrying the weight of pain that never really fades. The “static” is the noise inside — trauma, grief, loss — the kind of hurt that settles deep and never quiets. Surviving what should’ve ended you, you’re left wearing a crown made of that same pain, a reminder you can’t escape.

The music blends heavy industrial metal with dark electronic textures, reflecting the tension between chaos and control, silence and noise. It’s an honest look at what it means to live with your scars — feeding the sickness, trapped in the static, but still here.

This is an album for those who know survival isn’t always victory, and that sometimes the crown you wear is forged from the very things you hoped to leave behind.

MORE THAN ANYTHING

And we crawl just to stand, breaking bones for a moment of truth
Glass in my hands, bleeding lines that I’ll carve into proof
In the middle of rage, swinging wild till I fracture the room
If he carves through my chest, takes the breath I’ve possessed, will the choir still scream out my tune?

’Cause I will rot beneath the plaster where the insects move,
A ceiling breathing, bending down, collapsing over you.
If only for a second I was sharpened by the wound,
Promise you won’t lie to me — ’cause honestly my veins are full of (doubt)

And it crawls through my skin carving tunnels that flood in the dark,
I’ve kept my faith on a shelf, but the dust has been choking my lungs.
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, and I can’t feel a fucking thing no more

The walls have been listening for years, camouflaging their fears in the voices around me.
But I live in dread that they’ll see what I bled when I tore out the thread that once bound me.
I choke on the wires, stagger through funeral pyres with a hope that the silence surrounds me.
Rewind all the gears, carve my name with the shears, make sure not a soul ever found me.

FOUND ME

king of the static, feeding the sickness.

FOUND ME

mourned

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