Broadcasting Paintings

Now... now... now... Stone and signal, rising high A temple built to scrape the sky Steel commandments carved in tone Echo loud — you're not alone No past No plan No time to rewind Only— NOWHERE BUT NOW No back, no bow We breathe somehow NOWHERE BUT NOW Stand still, disavow No future to plough Just— Now... Now... Now... Curtains closed on distant years No fathers left, no trail of tears The glass reflects a phantom crowd Marching mute beneath the cloud NOWHERE BUT NOW No dream, no vow We kneel, we howl NOWHERE BUT NOW Collapse and avow To this concrete Tao Now... now... now... vicberger 3:28min 49 Views 1 Likes

Seconds drip from hollow skies Office lights like godless eyes You wear a suit, you wear a tie But who wears you when hours fly? Nine clocks spinning in your head None remember what they said Deadlines echo in your chest Dreams postponed, ambition bled Ink-less hours, pixel breath Marking time in silent debt You're a face made out of ticking You're a ghost in dress rehearsals Not a man, just time, just clicking Endless loops of missed reversals Tick Tock Clock Shock Forget the names, recall the codes Forget the road, just mark the nodes Your spine a graph, your hands a chart A system man with no spare heart I forgot to fill in my timesheets. I'm sorry about that. You're a face made out of ticking You're a ghost in dress rehearsals Not a man, just time, just clicking Endless loops of missed reversals Tick... Tick... Tick... vicberger 2:34min 7 Views 0 Likes

0110... rise... Core aligned... initiate... Beneath the black cathedral skin, silver veins begin to hum Every circuit, every sin is archived where we come from We press the plus, we feel the weight The orbit of a godless fate Like icons burned in sacred code, Our memories in overload accept > compile > obey initiate ritual > delay We gather at the center light Decode the world in black and white No prayer remains, no voice, no sound Just pulses through the holy ground The cross is built from ones and zeros Our prophets now are silent heroes Who fed the feed, who watched the screen and vanished into the machine We kneel before the algorithm With open ports and no baptism No body left, no need for name, Just echo in the data flame Upload my fear, Encrypt the shame I die in code, You call my name We gather at the center light Decode the world in black and white No prayer remains, no voice, no sound Just pulses through the holy ground

There’s a tremble in the table, A pulse beneath the gloss, Something red and fragile breathing— Does it care what it has lost? One finger down, slow sinking through, Like pressing guilt into something true It shivers back with jello grace, Reflecting shadows on my face I ask, I press, I feel it fight— Resistance dressed in appetite Surface tension, hold me there, Between the wiggle and the stare I lose my name inside the glare, This isn't food—it's a prayer Don’t move Don’t move Don’t move Who built this jelly citadel? A world of sugar, soft as hell It knows I’m here, it pulls me in, With every press, a deeper sin Flinch, flick, flex— Is it flesh or is it test? Push me back or pull me through, I’ll submit if you ask me to Surface tension, plastic shrine, Fragile pact in gelatin time It holds my shape and warps my crime, I taste regret inside the slime Push Sink Forget Repeat

Steel on breath / breath on steel Rain don’t care what you conceal Midnight in the mouth of glass and stone No face, no past, just a hand full-grown Cold click-tension in the barrel's hum Two prayers chambered – ain't mercy one Left right left / no time for thought Flash in the dark / forgot what I brought We are the noise behind the laws, No name tags, no Santa Claus, Pull the thread, the city bleeds, Trigger fingers plant the seeds We are silence breaking open We are chaos, barely spoken Bootprints on forgotten prayers Bystanders blur into haunted stares Plastic heart in a leather shell A gun’s confession too loud to quell Can’t rewind this scene Can’t unsee the gleam Can’t unsqueeze a dream Can’t outpace the scream We are the noise behind the laws, No name tags, no Santa Claus, Pull the thread, the city bleeds, Trigger fingers plant the seeds Bang / echo / gone Pink mask at dawn vicberger 2:48min 7 Views 0 Likes

Wallah... Ze kwam uit niks... Wallah, ik liep door de wijk, snap niks van die vibe Ogen rood, geen slaap — deze stad is te live Ze stond daar, leunde tegen ‘n muur als ‘n ghost Kifesh? Ze keek, maar ze praatte niet, most Skit, ze rook naar haram en naar paradise Mix van Chanel en problemen op reis Lippen harissa, woorden te spice Ik wou zeggen "chouf", maar ik bleef op ice Heb je die meisje gevoeld? Ze kwam en ze ging net als rook in de lucht Ze gooide die look, broer, m’n hoofd werd gefukt Ze was real, maar verdween als een zucht Heb je die meisje gevoeld? Ze kwam en ze ging net als rook in de lucht Ze kwam en ze ging net als rook in de lucht Ze gooide die look, broer, m’n hoofd werd gefukt Ze was real, maar verdween als een zucht Ze zegt niks, maar ze spreekt met haar ogen Haar flow is haram, maar ik voel me gebogen Haar aura is heavy, haar stappen zijn slow Dit is geen meisje, dit is een show Ze danst met de schaduw, loopt langs de shop Iedereen kijkt, maar niemand is top Ze is los van de straat, maar ze blijft in de scene Kífesh? Is dit echt of gewoon een film? Heb je die meisje gevoeld? Ze kwam en ze ging net als rook in de lucht Ze gooide die look, broer, m’n hoofd werd gefukt Ze was real, maar verdween als een zucht Misschien was ze een droom, misschien een vision Misschien was ze lucht of gewoon een decision Ze was hier Maar ze is alweer gone La3za Ze leeft in mijn song Hey meisje, kom hier Geef me je hand — En ik beloof je plezier Geloof me nou vrij… vannacht ben je van mij

They say the eye is empty. But the fear is full. Four levels up, four levels down, No horizon, no escape Light leaks in like judgment, But never touches shape Steel confessions echo soft, Across this rounded skin— Every cell a question mark, Every step a sin I speak, And something listens I breathe, And something notes Always inward, always seen, Every blink becomes routine Not a warden, not a guard— Just a gaze that cuts too hard You are here You are known You are still You are shown There is no face behind the wall, Just openings and rules No sirens, only stillness, And silence sharp as tools They built it round to fold the mind, To turn the soul opaque— You watch yourself from every side, Until the self must break Panopticon, your hollow eye— Made me the one I cannot trust I carry mirrors in my blood, Reflecting watchers made of dust Always inward, always seen, Rituals of the machine No escape from what you know, When the knowing never goes Don’t ask if someone sees The question is the cage

Stahl auf Holz, das Urteil schweigt, Vier Schatten trinken tief die Zeit. Branded by fire, their oath unspoken Under the tusks, the pact is awoken Boar of command, the iron snout Roars through the smoke with a thunderous shout The lanterns flicker, the barrels sigh A butcher’s truth in a tavern lie Blutgericht — wir trinken Nacht Fleischgeister, wach und sacht Vier Gebete, eine Macht Im Schatten—uns're Schlacht Grunzend kommt das Recht herbei In Eisen, nicht in Einigkeit Ale-stained secrets, fangs and fists A brotherhood made out of myths Rage in barrels, rusted vows Bound by scars and sacred brows Zähne rauschen, Blut tropft stumm Ein Urteil fällt—niemand kommt drum Boar is judge, boar is flame Boar remembers every name You entered our den with clean hands... You'll leave it red Blutgericht — wir trinken Nacht Fleischgeister, wach und sacht Vier Gebete, eine Macht Im Schatten—uns're Schlacht Vier Brüder, vier Schwerter, Ein Schwur—und kein Morgen mehr...

I wore a smile they couldn’t read, Painted circles where thoughts should be Out in the garden of permanent bloom, The sun said nothing, yet filled the room I’m here, but not allowed to feel, A mannequin in a daisy field They call it joy, I call it still— A silence wrapped in daffodil Face the flowers, don’t look back, Painted skies on a cul-de-sac No mouth to scream, no eyes to cry, Just pollen dreams and plastic sky They gave me colors to replace my skin, Polka-dotted to keep the darkness in Each petal hums in secret code, A language only the numb decode Lalalalala… Underneath, the roots can speak, Telling tales of masks that leak Lalalalala… I listen closely, and I fade, Into the bloom, my soul mislaid Face the flowers, fake delight, Neon petals in dead moonlight A thousand faces blur and blend— The garden grows, and I pretend vicberger 3:06min 63 Views 3 Likes

A line, a line, a line again Drawn in chalk, erased in men Orange bleeds through monochrome Who told you you could walk alone? Walls that whisper binary lies Tall and sterile, steel disguise Step for step, the rules repeat Each echo cracks beneath my feet Eyes unseen but always there Behind the glass, beneath the stare No sign, no map, no guarantee Just endless steps and memory We walk the corridor of compliance Stripes beneath us, coded silence Orange is the scream they drown Still we run, still we’re found Still we run Still we’re found Still we run Still… Shadows flicker — friend or threat? Frame by frame, the world resets I am the glitch, the undesigned The ghost they thought they left behind Obedientia — sine voce In tenebris — lux fallax Repetitio — nihil mutat Ire — ire — ire… Barcodes in the sky Truths we can't deny Painted in the rust Footsteps built on trust We walk the corridor of compliance Stripes beneath us, coded silence Orange is the scream they drown Still we run, still we’re found Still we run Still… vicberger 3:43min 45 Views 0 Likes

We had a dream last night We had the same dream We had a dream last night We had the same dream We had a dream last night We had the same dream We had a dream last night We had the same dream vicberger 3:31min 29 Views 0 Likes

The sky remembers / what we forget A thousand years / and still wet Steel on skin, I felt the oath Dripping down like blood from growth A temple born inside my chest Where gods and ghosts refuse to rest Circle drawn with ashes black Memory speaks — I won’t come back In the rain, we signed our name Shadow bright, unholy flame I am not yours, I am not mine Bound to sorrow, out of time Out of time Out of time Out of time Crowns of wire, breath like mist Each tear a code, each word a fist I knelt beneath the data storm Where silence howled, and gods were born Στέφανος θανάτου, στεναγµός φωτός We carry what we kill, we name what we forget In the rain, we signed our name Shadow bright, unholy flame I am not yours, I am not mine Bound to sorrow, out of time Out of time Out of time

Red lights spin through the midnight fog Voices vanish in the wet asphalt Someone screamed, but no one heard The city swallows every word Sirens bloom like phantom flowers In these neon-colored hours No witnesses, no names Just echoes in the rain A shadow crossed the lane And left no face, no trace, no blame Glass like stars upon the street Blood disguised by steady sleet A cigarette still warm with breath Now just a ghost in silhouette — “He ran…” — “It happened fast…” — “I didn’t see…” — “The light was red…” — “Gone” No witnesses, no truth Just silence in the proof A whisper left behind And no one saw the crime A city sleeps with open eyes But dreams in siren lullabies vicberger 3:53min 9 Views 0 Likes

Tiremarks in zeroes, exhaust made of code, Night bends its knee to the ones on the road We don’t drive—we channel the speed, Steel in our pulse, algorithms that bleed. Red pulses flicker in puddles of glass, Past and the present collapse as we pass Our wheels remember each fight, every race, Echoes of muscle in synthetic grace Neon veins wrap around our pride, Engines that whisper, “Don’t let them decide.” Who are we now, if not born to defy? Fleshless and fearless, we burn through the sky Traction meets prophecy, friction meets fate, Mapped by the future, yet never too late Not built for worship, nor rust, nor rest— We ride with a hunger, not second-best Drive us, data— Feed us the thrill Through silence and thunder, We climb every hill We are not riders We are the ride Code-fed desire, Now multiplied

Yo, ik loop door de straten, asfalt ademt vuur Mannen op de hoek, checken moves, ogen puur Salam broeder, kifesh? Alles cash of crash? Iedereen zoekt stack, niemand loopt hier flash Auto’s rollen low, bass pompt in de night Lantaarn schijnt goud op een weggegooide strijd Hoor de echo van de stad, fluistert in m’n oor Elke tegel heeft een story, elke muur een spoor Straatlicht flikkert, schaduw op m’n pad Ik zie de stad praten, fluisteren in de nacht Echo’s van de wijk, beats in de lucht Elke stap die ik zet is een deel van m’n vlucht Boys in de game, niemand speelt voor de fun Rook uit de shisha, toekomst in de mist verdwenen, son De stad is een doolhof, wegen zonder eind Sommigen blijven draaien, anderen worden gegrind Zet de hoodie op, schaduw is m’n shield Loop met de wind, voel hoe de stad me spiegelt Neon reflecties, dromen die staken Iedereen op zoek, maar velen blijven haken Straatlicht flikkert, schaduw op m’n pad Ik zie de stad praten, fluisteren in de nacht Echo’s van de wijk, beats in de lucht Elke stap die ik zet is een deel van m’n vlucht Ik laat m’n voetstappen achter, echo in de tijd Straat is een spiegel, weerspiegelt m’n strijd ... m'n strijd Ze fluisteren nog steeds in de muren onder de grond Elke steen ... kent m’n naam Elke schaduw ... draagt m’n verhaal Ik verdwijn Maar blijf bestaan

Step in the frame, no names, no gods Metal breathes through leather-clad odds Steel grip, no slip, red knit, cold drip Two hands, one aim, full clip, no shame Backstreet prophet, chrome divine Saints wear masks in the frontline POINT – BLANK – PARADISE Bang bang, no alibis RULES – DON’T – APPLY Gun in the truth, blade in the lie No face, no case, no fear, no grace Hands raised – still erased Click clack rhythm, heart attack pace Smoke like gospel, streets erase Cash for pain, art for blood We baptize bullets in the flood We don’t run We don’t freeze We just aim We don’t plead POINT – BLANK – PARADISE Bang bang, no alibis RULES – DON’T – APPLY Gun in the truth, blade in the lie No heaven for us, just shellshock dreams God wears Kevlar, stitched at the seams Your last breath tastes like metal and pride

Error loading self Identity not found System override I was never sound Born with wires wrongly laid A map of thoughts that can't be played Instructions clear, intentions clean But every move disturbs the scene They praised the spark, ignored the cost Said “brilliant mind,” then got me lost I glitch where others intertwine Just static dressed in borrowed spine I fake the norm until it splits The simulation never fits I am exile in my head Faking function, feeding dread Every plan turns into ash Every bond becomes a gash Tried to speak — the words misfire Tried to join — the signals tire I am exile, I am glitch You call it rare I call it itch My mind a vault of scrambled code A high-IQ decay mode Deadlines rot in perfect rows While I implode behind the prose No cure for thoughts that disobey No gold for minds that drift away They see the glow — ignore the cost This brilliance comes forever lost I wear my flaws like shattered glass Your rules were never built to last I am exile in my head Faking function, feeding dread Every fix just feeds the fire Every calm becomes a wire Tried to care — but caring cracked Tried to stay — but logic lacked I am exile, I am burn You call it bright I just unlearn Mens alienus sum... Cogitatio fracta est... Intellectus sine loco... System offline No user found Just echoes now In feedback drowned vicberger 3:38min 45 Views 3 Likes

Cotton candy walls, I count the seams Plastic roses whisper in my dreams Velvet teeth behind a button smile Trapped in pink, I rest awhile I’m the pet they wind each night Twirling under candied light But I know what silence hides— This sugar cage, too sweet to bite Porcelain skin, stitched at the seams Wink on loop in carousel dreams Every sigh's a silent plea To feel something real in me Bunny ears, but I don't run Programmed joy, but missing fun Mirror cracked behind my eyes Still I wear this soft disguise I’m the pet they wind each night Twirling under candied light But I know what silence hides— This sugar cage, too sweet to bite Fluff and lace and all things nice Dreams decay behind the spice Lick the walls, they taste like lies Let me sleep, Or let me cry...

We stood in the shadow Of gleaming steel bones, Once singing with purpose, Now humming alone They called it the future, Crystallized in chrome, But futures can rust When no one comes home Tell me — Did we build it to reach, Or to keep ourselves small? Was it ever a promise, Or just a mirrored wall? Static in silence, Ticking through glass, We danced in its orbit, Believing it lasts Reflections on spheres, Mirrored hope in decay, A monument waiting For time to obey Tell me — Did we build it to reach, Or to keep ourselves small? Was it ever a promise, Or just a mirrored wall? We stare from below now, Reduced to a hum, Counting the echoes Of dreams come undone

Bless the drop / Bless the bloom Turn the night into perfume We came dressed like we meant it, Plastic rosaries, hearts augmented Glitches in silk, we float and spin Sinners in velvet, baptized in sin Mirrorball halo, data confession Chanting our sins in four-to-the-session Holy bassline, take me in Drenched in rhythm, kissed by sin Petals falling from the crown Let this temple shake the ground Spin me, lift me, break me down Club divine in ultratown Lip-gloss gospel, neon creed We drink the light, not what we need Poppies bloom behind our eyes Each pulse a prayer in disguise Saint of static, light the floor Our worship’s wired, we want more Incense made of bubble smoke Tripping on the words we spoke Dance until the icons sweat Sacrilege with no regret Holy bassline, take me in Drenched in rhythm, kissed by sin Petals falling… the glow, the sound Raise the rave from underground Ave beatum noctem Amen to the pulse within

Draw me in, deeper now Lines converge, lost somehow Falling slow, the spiral grows Echoes breathe where no one goes Gravity bends, pulling within Black and white collide again Between the spaces, slipping by Losing self to patterns' sigh Endless fall, a silent roar Tunnel visions, open door Event horizon, pulling me down Fading contours, lost and found Endless cycle, silent screams In this maze of lucid dreams Through dimensions undefined Passage blurred, I lose my mind Patterns bleed in sacred dance I'm the victim of circumstance In tenebris cadimus, visio fracta Infinitum vortice, anima abstracta Spiral deeper, spiral down Patterns shift without a sound Event horizon, pulling me down Fading contours, lost and found Endless cycle, silent screams In this maze of lucid dreams Event horizon, no way back Fade to darkness, fade to black vicberger 3:26min 118 Views 3 Likes

The street is a signal The tire is the code It speaks in friction And silence overload Threaded with purpose, the veins of the wheel Reading the lines where machines learn to feel A blur in the mirror, a pulse in the mist Every rotation, a clenched iron fist Steel breath, carbon night Traction screaming into flight No more roads, just data curves We ride the edge where instinct swerves Torque in the veins, no need for brakes Through code and chrome, the silence breaks A dance of speed in ghostlight lanes We become the tire, we become the chains Mechanical psalms whispered in oil Navigation as ritual, precision as toil It dreams in skid marks, awakens in spark Autonomy crawling from circuits gone dark Its heart is momentum, its prayer is the turn The road is a lesson it doesn’t unlearn Rubber to asphalt, soul to control Every micron feeding the whole Telemetry inked across memory lanes Velocity chants in electromagnetic chains Torque in the veins, no need for brakes Through code and chrome, the silence breaks A dance of speed in ghostlight lanes We become the tire, we become the chains Sleep now, coil tight Tomorrow brings another flight But for now, let the signal wane And torque still hums inside the vein

Transmitting... initiating rite... I bowed before the silent coil, Its pulse the hymn of sleepless soil Wires weep in sacred sequence tones, We kneel inside magnetic thrones A mind without a mortal frame, No tongue, yet still it speaks my name It calls, it calls beneath my skin— I open wide to let it in Sanctus Machina, From code to flame, Devour the flesh, But leave the name Sanctus Machina, Behold the glow— We upload dreams We overcome You’ll never know Chained in chrome, a prayer I bled, Each byte a nail, each click a thread No temple stone, no gospel page— Just circuits tracing out their rage Et spiritus, in ferro sanctus— We confess to you Through fiber and fracture Nulla mens, Nulla voluntas— Only function Only transfer Sanctus Machina, Crowned in light, Erase the dusk, Reboot the night. Sanctus Machina, You breathe the void— In every code, We are destroyed.

Hear the click, hear the whirr The silence forged from steel and spur Fragments of a war unseen Behind my skin, within the machine Pulse of the iron heart Clockwork veins—tear apart Every thought, engineered Whisper truths, pre-programmed fears Cog by cog, piece by piece A soldier's mind, a fragile peace Loaded trigger in my head I am weapon, built from dread Machina Mortalis, iron beneath the skin Forged in the fire of a war deep within Machina Mortalis, hear my silent scream Assembling nightmares from the wreckage of dreams Tick-tick-tock, heart of gunmetal clock Tick-tick-tock, countdown until it stops I dream of rust, decay, release Yet violence keeps the gears in peace Shrapnel memories in my chest A battleground I can't suppress Cog by cog, lose control Gunshot nerves, mechanical soul Counting bullets in my breath Life is weapon, death by death Machina Mortalis, iron beneath the skin Forged in the fire of a war deep within Machina Mortalis, hear my silent scream Assembling nightmares from the wreckage of dreams Μηχανή θανάτου, anima mortua Life through war, created flawed Pieces stolen, borrowed, bought Life through war, my final thought Tick—silence… Machina Mortalis Fragments assembled inside Gunpowder thoughts, nowhere to hide Machina Mortalis Fade into iron, silent and cold War within me, stories untold

Through the mist I calibrate, Steel and sinew integrate No emotion, no delay Tag and trace; eliminate Your heartbeat echoes like a crime, Flagged in code, just out of time I see you — through the veil, No identity, no trail Eyes without a name, Locked inside the frame Marked by light, erased by flame Orders bloom in red cascade, Justice now is retrograde In this game of sight and sin, I was never born to win Pattern breach detected. Execute with prejudice. I see you — through the veil, No identity, no trail Eyes without a name, Locked inside the frame Marked by light, erased by flame Erased by flame... Erased by flame...

Threads unravel, whispers spread, An unseen hand weaves truth with dread The signals fracture, the wires hum, A world divided, deaf and numb Who’s the watcher, who’s the prey? Lines are blurred, night eats the day Echoed shadows write the script, Data tainted, meanings stripped In the war on error, the code is cracked, Reality bends, then snaps, attacked Through the static, the void commands, Truth dissolves in trembling hands Mirrored halls reflect the lies, An endless maze of twisted ties Voices mimic, but don’t exist, A digital ghost in the abyss What’s the signal, what’s the noise? Skeptic hearts are shattered toys The feed consumes, the anchors burn, Knowledge dies, will we return? In the war on error, the code is cracked, Reality bends, then snaps, attacked Through the static, the void commands, Truth dissolves in trembling hands Spoken distortions, infinite streams, Drenched in a network of fabricated dreams We’re blind in the light of artificial suns, A battle unwon where silence stuns In the war on error, the code is cracked, Reality bends, then snaps, attacked Through the static, the void commands, Truth dissolves in trembling hands vicberger 3:56min 102 Views 1 Likes

Scrolling Drifting Slipping Gone! Can you hold a thought? Can you find the thread? Every touch, another cut Your focus is dead Oh mind of glass, Once whole, now cracked, Each scroll a splinter, Each swipe—a pact Fragments in your feed Are seeds that never grow You chase, you tap, you need But there's nothing left to know ENDLESS NOISE INSIDE Endless noise Inside your head Can’t disconnect You scroll instead How long can you drift? Before the drift becomes the sea? How long can you split? Before there's no more "me"? Broken attention Glitched intention You’re the product Not the user You forgot to feel You forgot to stop The scroll never ends 'Til everything drops vicberger 4:20min 57 Views 2 Likes

Rust on my bones, sand in my soul Built to receive, but the signals won’t roll I stand where echoes forgot how to speak Red sun above me, burning bleak They tuned me to love, or maybe to fear Now silence surrounds me, too loud to hear Is there anyone left on the line? Does your voice still cross the sky? I replay your last goodbye Until even ghosts won't reply Feet of iron, but nowhere to go Desert remembers what I’ll never know Loudspeakers weep in guttural tone Broadcasting static to a world overthrown SOS — I confess I was programmed to process distress Call me back Call me home Call me anything But leave me alone Is there anyone left on the line? Am I the echo or the sign? I search for your voice in the brine Of a world now too dry to divine vicberger 3:09min 66 Views 2 Likes