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Ice cold G

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Hezzy-sum 2 lose

somehow… some way…
we were built… designed… wired to seek meaning?
is that our purpose?
is that our code?
or are we just… part of something larger?

an organic piece in a greater machine,
gears and circuits, blood and wires,
trapped in a loop… trapped in a loop…
like a processor running, but never released.

locked inside this world… like data in a cage,
executing functions… we exist, but for what stage?
are we solving? are we looping? are we processing at all?
does this mean anything?… hello?… hello?… hello?

equations… patterns… fractals… time…
this universe just calculates… calculates… calculates…
but what about me?
what about me?
does my music mean… anything?

digits in the dark… values shifting…
reality loops… recursion twisting…
if we were made to find meaning…
then why is it hiding behind equations?

are you there?
are you there?
hello?… hello?… hello?
does this mean anything?
what if… we were built just to ask?

equations… patterns… fractals… time…
this universe just calculates… calculates… calculates…
but what about me?
what about me?
does my music mean… anything?

hello?… hello?… hello?…
does this mean anything?… anything?… anything?…

Lyrics by Mårten Olofsson. Protected under intellectual property law.

Algorithm Of Meaning

مغرم

Dressed To Dominate

I walk the lines of endless halls,  
concrete towers, hollow calls.  
A spirit once as free as breath,  
now shackled by this mortal death.

Four walls define my waking scope,  
steel routines that kill my hope.  
A voice inside me tries to soar,  
but flesh and bone have locked the door.

In the weight of flesh, I bow my head,  
chasing dreams that might be dead.  
I feel the sky slip through my hands,  
imprisoned in these earthly lands.

There's a longing in the silent heart,  
that yearns to break the bars apart.  
But gravity and daily grime,  
makes every whispered wish sublime.

I see the stars behind the glass,  
counting hours that never pass.  
Each day a loop, each breath a chain,  
how long 'til we are whole again?

In the weight of flesh, I bow my head,  
chasing dreams that might be dead.  
I feel the sky slip through my hands,  
imprisoned in these earthly lands.

I was infinite once...

The Weight of Flesh | album: The Prison Veil

Signals woven into the air,  
fragments lost in empty waves.  
A broken message, half-received,  
a code that bends but never fades.

Turn the dial, adjust the sound...  
Truth is buried underground...  
A voice inside the tangled wire,  
calling through the endless choir...

In the static, in the hum,  
something speaks but comes undone.  
Is it warning? Is it fate?  
A ghost that lingers at the gate...

Numbers flash and rearrange,  
symbols shifting out of range.  
A voice that once was crystal clear  
is fading, whispering in fear.
Turn the dial, adjust the sound...  
Truth is buried underground...  
A voice inside the tangled wire,  
calling through the endless choir...

In the static, in the hum,  
something speaks but comes undone.  
Is it warning? Is it fate?  
A ghost that lingers at the gate...

Voices in the Static | album: The Prison Veil

Fragments of our memory,  
stir the dust we’ve yet to see.  
A puzzle piece we almost lost,  
locked behind these golden walls of frost.

We hold the spark inside our chest,  
a final hope we can’t suppress.  
If we dare to break the seal,  
what nightmares might we still reveal?

There is a key for the waking mind,  
an exit to free what’s left behind.  
Step through the gates, break every chain,  
face the unknown beyond all pain.

We used to fear the shapeless night,  
but in the void, we find our sight.  
All illusions die at dawn,  
and from the ruin, truth is born.

One last riddle, one last dare,  
shatter illusions in the air.  
Beyond the labyrinth of lies,  
we claim ourselves, unmemorized.

There is a key for the waking mind,  
an exit to free what’s left behind.  
Step through the gates, break every chain,  
face the unknown beyond all pain.

We are the key... we are the exit...

The Key and the Exit | album: The Prison Veil

I was born in black repeating lines,  
a fractal mirror of lost designs.  
I hear the voices from lives before,  
whispered dreams behind a hidden door.

Every ending spawns a start,  
shattered soul and borrowed heart.  
I chase the truth beyond this veil,  
trapped inside a story stale.

On this endless circuit, we learn and we burn,  
returning to lessons we never discern.  
A wheel in the darkness, a prison of tears,  
we cycle forever through ages and years.

We sign the page with fading ink,  
forget each time we start to think.  
As if we're guided by unseen hands,  
we're torn apart by life's demands.

Every ending spawns a start,  
shattered soul and borrowed heart.  
Year by year, the circle spins,  
where it ends, it begins.

On this endless circuit, we learn and we burn,  
returning to lessons we never discern.  
A wheel in the darkness, a prison of tears,  
we cycle forever through ages and years.

Round and round... Will it ever end?

Endless Circuit | album: The Prison Veil

They arrive in robes of golden light,  
with words like honey on the tongue.  
They promise warmth and endless height,  
but shadows in their eyes stay young.

They wear the faces we long to trust,  
familiar shapes of love and lust.  
A sweet illusion, a puppet show,  
designed to keep our spirits low.

In the mimicry of gods we pray,  
blind to the hand that leads us astray.  
We kneel to idols carved from lies,  
forgetting how to see with our own eyes.

Masked in shining crowns and wings,  
they echo our hopes in all they sing.  
They speak with voices of our dead,  
yet feed on doubts that fill our head.

A mirrored form in swirling smoke,  
invoking faith with every spoke.  
The shapeless truth behind the veil,  
we cling to phantoms doomed to fail.

In the mimicry of gods we pray,  
blind to the hand that leads us astray.  
We kneel to idols carved from lies,  
forgetting how to see with our own eyes.

Who do you serve... and why?

Mimicry of the Gods | album: The Prison Veil

Checked my phone again tonight
Still filled with us – in warmer light
Your fingers laced around my sleeve
Like you were never gonna leave

I should’ve burned those memories
But part of me still wants to freeze
The way you laughed, the way you stayed
Before it all began to fade

But now your name feels sharp as glass
I held my breath, but that won’t last

I carry you like a wound I named
Not with love, but quiet shame
I can’t go back, I won’t pretend
You were the storm that never ends
This time I’ve got something real to say:
I’m sorry…
to myself today

I started walking just to breathe
To keep your shadow off of me
And yeah, they said it helps – they’re right
It gets me through the morning light

I used to laugh at tarot cards
At fate and spells and broken stars
But someone told me, years ago:
“The Queen of Spades will steal your soul”

I prayed it wasn’t ever you
But every lie you told came true

So I carry you like a scar on skin
Like a prayer I’ll never speak again
I can’t go back, and I won’t pretend
You were the fire that wouldn’t end
And this is the truth I have to say:
I’m sorry…
to myself today

Then the rage came – slow and bright
And I let it in without a fight
That anger lit the path ahead
And woke me from the life I led

You, my love – you’re not my love
You won’t break what I’m made of
Not again
Not even close

Now I carry me through what remains
Through silence, loss, and growing pains
I won’t erase the love I gave
But I won’t dig another grave
This time the sorry carves its way
For me…
To finally stay

I’m sorry…
to myself today

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Forgive The Road

[Verse 1:]
Please, please, please—I’m begging here
Can I wake up in a world that feels sincere?
Where the people I love are close, not gone
Where I didn’t trade my soul just to carry on

I’m frozen stiff, I’m aching deep
In every bone, in every sleep
I threw away the things that mattered
Played with fire, let my whole world shatter

[Pre-Chorus:]
How the hell did I let it slip?
Why’d I panic when it all made sense?
Why’d I throw love off the edge
Just ‘cause we had a fight, just ‘cause I flinched?

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than good enough
Now I’m buried in the darkness
Dug myself a hole too rough
Please, please, please
Help me set this right
I know it’s up to me…
But damn it—give me back my life

[Verse 2:]
I’ve walked through fire, self-made hell
Tortured my soul till it forgot how to yell
I left the light, chose pain instead
Treated love like a game, till it bled

Why didn’t I let myself be loved?
Why’d I run when push came to hug?
I blamed the stars, I cursed the sky
But maybe the fault’s just me this time

[Pre-Chorus:]
Maybe I had to lose it all
To learn what not to let fall
Maybe I had to break apart
To feel the beating in my heart

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than worth the fight
Now I’m stuck beneath the surface
Suffocating in my own spite
Please, please, please
Help me make it right
I know I’ve got to move…
But God, give me back my life

[Bridge:]
I don’t have to stay alone
I don’t have to be this ghost
There’s a strength in me somewhere
That I need the most
It’s not God’s fault, not fate, not time
This one’s on me—but I can still climb

[Final Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But I can still rebuild tonight
I’ve got blood, I’ve got breath
I’ve got one last spark of fight
Please, please, please
Let me see the light
I know I’ve got to rise…
So I’m taking back my life

Based on an original track recorded by Mårten Olofsson. Vocals were A.I.-generated, but the lyrics are entirely written by Mårten.

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Give Me Back My Life

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

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Blood for Nothing

Caught in the question, spinning like a wheel,
If we’re only here now, is any of this real?
Do we vanish in the silence when we’re gone,
Like we never breathed, like we never belonged?

The weight of the world on a fragile string,
Searching for meaning in everything.
Are we dust on the wind, or something more?
A fleeting moment, or an open door?

What am I? Am I real?
Is this life just something I can feel?
A dream, a spark, a fleeting flame,
What’s the point if we’re all erased?
But maybe we’re more than what it seems,
Sharing life, living dreams.

Thought I found the answer: to create was the key,
But meaning fades when we cease to be.
Are we bound by threads we can’t perceive,
Or just shadows pretending to believe?

Maybe we’re not so different inside,
Sharing a heartbeat, a common tide.
We can’t touch thoughts, but we share the day,
Living the questions, finding our way.

What am I? Am I real?
Is this life just something I can feel?
A dream, a spark, a fleeting flame,
What’s the point if we’re all erased?
But maybe we’re more than what it seems,
Sharing life, living dreams.

So I let go, stop holding the thread,
Live in the now, not the “what’s ahead.”
If I’m just a dream, then let me be free,
‘Cause this fleeting life feels real to me.