Architect of systems. Writer of decay. Forger of cold soundscapes.
This is the sonic and visceral extension of my world. No compromise. No poetic fat. Only the freezing logic that drives my mind and the raw, heavy darkness that beats in my heart. "Once seen enough to crack all filters."
Get pulled into the dark of my mind and heart.
Architect of systems. Writer of decay. Forger of cold soundscapes.
This is the sonic and visceral extension of my world. No compromise. No poetic fat. Only the freezing logic that drives my mind and the raw, heavy darkness that beats in my heart. "Once seen enough to crack all filters."
Get pulled into the dark of my mind and heart.
Be honest: Who thought I was singing about a toxic relationship with a woman? And what does it say about our world when a machine made of cold steel is the only thing left that we can truly depend on?more