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CTRLexist vol 1 and 2 -Fractured Horizon

The violins begin to fray

They weave a web of silver dust

Across a world of iron and rust

The clock is ticking in the bone

A rhythmic pulse of the unknown

It echoes through the empty halls

As every heavy shadow falls

We watch the sky turn cold and deep

While all the ancient giants sleep

The silence hums a hollow tune

Beneath a pale and dying moon

It’s the sound of the end in a beautiful tone

A kingdom of glass on a crumbling throne

From the whisper of keys to the thunder of light

We’re dancing alone in the heart of the night

Feel the pressure, feel the weight

Before the iron gates of fate

The tension pulls a wire thin

Until the glitching starts within

The cello moans a final prayer

A heavy scent of ozone in the air

Then comes the crash, the digital roar

A sound we’ve never heard before

The bass is deep enough to break

The very ground on which we wake

Distorted waves and jagged lead

Replacing everything we said

Machine and spirit, fire and ice

The ultimate and final price

It’s the sound of the end in a beautiful tone

A kingdom of glass on a crumbling throne

From the whisper of keys to the thunder of light

We’re dancing alone in the heart of the night

Feel the pressure, feel the weight

Before the iron gates of fate

Soft ivory keys in the middle of the storm

A moment of peace where the ashes are warm

But the rhythm returns with a jagged edge

Pushing our hearts to the very last ledge

System failure, primal scream

This is the death of a digital dreamFading out in a static haze

Counting down the remaining days

The piano dies, the wires hum

Waiting for the dark to come

Waiting for the dark to come

Just a pulse in the void

Just a pulse.

ETERNAL REQUIEM MIX-CTRLexist vol .3

A single thread of silver light

Begins to pull against the night

The shadows stretch across the floor

As silence knocks upon the door

The rhythm starts a steady beat

Like heavy drums on hollowed street

A distant echo calls the name

Of every spark that lost its flame

And as the strings begin to weep

The secrets that the darkness keeps

Will rise and fall in waves of gray

To wash the remaining light away

Oh the weight of the world descends

Where the beginning meets the ends

In the heart of the storm we stand

With the shifting glass and falling sand

Rising higher through the cold

A story written and untold

The tension coils like iron wire

Beneath the smoke of hidden fire

A thousand violins collide

With nowhere left for them to hide

Each note a step upon the stair

That leads into the frozen air

The pulse is driving through the bone

Until you feel you’re not alone

In the shadow of the great design

Where the human and the dark entwine

We climb the peak of silver sound

Above the scarred and broken ground

Oh the weight of the world descends

Where the beginning meets the ends

In the heart of the storm we stand

With the shifting glass and falling sand

Rising higher through the cold

A story written and untold

Faster now the cycle turns

While the ancient spirit burns

Every heartbeat screams the truth

Of the hunger and the youth

Louder than the crashing sea

Stronger than what used to be

Into the light, into the fire

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Oh the weight of the world descends

Where the beginning meets the ends

In the heart of the storm we stand

With the shifting glass and falling sand

Rising higher through the cold

A story written and untoldThe final chord begins to fade

Into the silence we have made

One last breath before the dark

To catch the very final spark