Name: Feels Like Home by ZKMN
Duration: 4 min 45 s
Description: There's always something that feels like home!

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Another Stunner⚡️i wish i could write the way you do Karl, your just totally next level! Hows Nebula? 💋

Black Sheep is a song for outsiders who rise stronger in the shadows.

Black Sheep

"Blackened Hands" is a powerful and emotive track that explores the journey of self-discovery and growth in the face of inner darkness. With vivid imagery of stained fingers and heavy despair, the song speaks to the struggle to overcome past experiences and mistakes. Yet there is also a sense of determination and resilience, as the lyrics declare a refusal to run or hide from the challenges ahead. Through its depiction of joy and pain colliding, "Blackened Hands" captures the complexity of human emotions and the strength of the human spirit in the face of adversity.

Blackened Hands


There is a quiet, patient thing,
A shadow waiting in the wing.
Fate waits for you to return to sadness,
It feeds upon the static and the madness.
It coils itself, a patient spring,
So it can take control of everything.


But there's a voice that cuts the grey,
And tells you not to turn away...
Push back, strike out, let the engine roar!
This isn't what you're living for!

Keep your eyes on the road!
Feel the wind, see the sky!
Glide over the lines, just enjoy the ride!
Let the engine scream its song and leave it all behind!

They say your whole life rests on each second,
A fragile and a fleeting breath.
But they don't know the strength you've reckoned...
You are the architect of death.
(The death of who you used to be.)

Keep your eyes on the road!
Feel the wind, see the sky!
Glide over the lines, just enjoy the ride!
Let the engine scream its song and leave it all behind!

No way it will...
They whisper that you're bound to fall...
But not even time can bear the weight of your will.
It doesn't own you, not at all.
Don't you worry now, yesterday won't knock on your door!
Don't you have no doubt because you were born to fly!

Each second! The only thing you own!
Each second! On this open road!
Each second! A universe you build!
Each second! The weight of your will!
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND!

Leave It All Behind

The Fall

"Grim Reaper" is a haunting and deeply introspective song that explores the complex relationship between life, death, and the human experience. With its vivid imagery and powerful lyrics, it invites listeners to confront their own mortality and face the fear and uncertainty that come with it. But at the same time, it offers a message of hope and connection, reminding us that even in death, we are not alone. This is a song that will resonate deeply with anyone who has ever pondered the mysteries of life and death, and it's a testament to the power of music to evoke powerful emotions and provoke profound reflection.

Grim Reaper

"When the Vampires Come" is a haunting and evocative exploration of the enduring power of vampire mythology. Through its atmospheric soundscapes and gothic imagery, the song draws us into a world of seduction and terror, inviting us to confront our own deepest fears and desires. 

As the lyrics unfold, we are reminded that the allure of the vampire is not just about the monsters themselves, but about the darker aspects of our own nature that they represent. 

With its seductive blend of horror and fantasy, "When the Vampires Come" is a powerful and thought-provoking journey into the depths of the human psyche, and a tribute to the enduring appeal of the undead.

When the Vampires Come

A symbolist descent into decadence and suffocation. Beauty becomes a burden, desire curdles into decay.

Velvet breathes… it clings to skin,  
A touch so soft it sinks within.  
Each thread a promise, dark and deep,  
Each fold a secret I can’t keep.  

Beneath the weight of velvet red,  
Desire feasts where angels bled.  
Perfume thick, it steals the air,  
A love too rich for flesh to bear.  

The weight of velvet pulls me down,  
Silken hands that make me drown.  
Beauty smothers, sweet and cruel,  
A dying breath, a velvet tomb.  

Lips of wine and eyes of stone,  
Pleasure turns the heart to bone.  
Each kiss heavier than before,  
Until I breathe — no more, no more.  

Soft as night,  
Dark as sin,  
The velvet takes —  
And pulls me in.  

The weight of velvet pulls me down,  
The beauty burns, I wear the crown.  
Beneath its touch, I fade, I swoon —  
My body lost, my breath consumed.  

[outro (Spoken whisper, fading into reverb)]  
Velvet sighs…  
And I am gone.

Beneath the Velvet Skin

The Only One Who Didn’t Leave

FIRE THROUGH THE STATIC

My Fire My Fight

There's always something that feels like home!

Feels Like Home

Had a name change closer to my heritage, still the same music...

I’ve been playing for over 30 years... metal, rock, grunge, folk, and classical have all shaped the way I hear and feel music. There’s nothing I can’t play, and nothing I won’t try. I love fusing sounds that don’t belong together and turning them into something alive.

Every track I make starts with an interesting subject, no formulas or no filters, just raw expression turned into sound. 
Music isn’t my escape it’s how I breathe, how I make sense of the world as well how I stay true to myself.

Feels Like Home

ZKMN

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