Fall deeper into the abyss....
Become a fallen angel and let yourself become consumed by the totality of my music. Join the email list below and you will receive an entire album's worth of exclusive songs and full-length remixes. You will also gain access to my update emails, which are sparse, but contain info on new music, exclusive merch offers, behind-the-scenes insights into my creative process, and more.
Dive into my world now, and find yourself engulfed in distortion
Fall deeper into the abyss....
Become a fallen angel and let yourself become consumed by the totality of my music. Join the email list below and you will receive an entire album's worth of exclusive songs and full-length remixes. You will also gain access to my update emails, which are sparse, but contain info on new music, exclusive merch offers, behind-the-scenes insights into my creative process, and more.
Dive into my world now, and find yourself engulfed in distortion
An angel lost in hell
A paradise lost, forever roaming
Finding beauty in the darkness,
And darkness in the beauty.
Trying to keep one's light alive
In a world hellbent on corrupting it;
Surrounded by flames,
Yet never feeling warmth.
Peering into reflections in hopes of finding oneself,
Attempting to gaze past inescapable distortions;
Searching for a homecoming long gone,
Haunted by both being and nothingness.
Reflections of a Broken Arrow
An album about looking in the mirror one morning and realizing it's shattered. Has it always been cracked? How many pieces have fallen away unnoticed? Can it be fixed? Should it be fixed? Or is this what the true reflection has always been?
It’s the moment you wake up and understand you don’t know who you are. The identity you've constructed and walk around in is a patchwork of coping mechanisms, rituals for perfection, distortions in perception, and illusions miraging as truth. This house you have been living in your whole life is built on cracked foundations. What do you do in this situation? Simple. You burn it all down.
Reflections of a Broken Arrow
An album about looking in the mirror one morning and realizing it's shattered. Has it always been cracked? How many pieces have fallen away unnoticed? Can it be fixed? Should it be fixed? Or is this what the true reflection has always been?
It’s the moment you wake up and understand you don’t know who you are. The identity you've constructed and walk around in is a patchwork of coping mechanisms, rituals for perfection, distortions in perception, and illusions miraging as truth. This house you have been living in your whole life is built on cracked foundations. What do you do in this situation? Simple. You burn it all down.
