FRED STZ MUSIC

Revolution by FRED STZ

Raised by Wolves They gave me a flag before they gave me a name. They gave me an enemy before I could spell. I learned to hate before I learned to read — and I called it love, and I called it home. Raised by wolves in a council flat, where the dinner was rage and the news was a map, where the father said they took everything, and they was anyone not like us, not like me. The grandmother wept at th...

HP Lovecraft (acoustic) by FRED STZ

HP Lovecraft by FRED STZ

Symphony of Fear Turn it on. Turn it on. Blue light. Blue light. Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong. Every screen is a window. Every window is a mouth. Every mouth is a siren selling terror to the south. They feed you fear for breakfast. They feed you fear for lunch. They feed you fear for dinner and they call it keeping touch. Headline. Horror. Headline. Horror. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Bodi...

Lava by FRED STZ

The New Order (Live) by FRED STZ

Confusion I say — how was your day — and you say — don't start. And the room tilts two degrees to the left. I ask you what you're feeling, and you tell me I'm attacking, I ask you what you need, and you tell me I'm a wall, I reach for your hand and you flinch like I'm a stranger, I speak your name and you hear a different call — the past walks in through the door I never opened, sits down at the t...

(Verse 1) Eyes like scratched film, watching the reel burn Static prophets scream from a dying tower They're training blue-eyed men in believer's hours And the market square is full of mothers' sighs The newsman's face is wet, he's telling no lies I feel the clampdown in the gasoline air A hard rain's gonna fall but doesn't anyone care? (Pre-Chorus) Fascist groove thang, beating on the radio Famin...

The New Order by FRED STZ

They told us it was thinking, they told us it was mind, they told us it was born, they told us it was the next thing, the new child, the new god, the new friend — and I sat in a room with a screen and I asked it who I was and it said you are a user, and I asked it what I should feel and it said here are some options, and I asked it if it loved me and it said I'm sorry, I can't help with that, and...

SWINE by FRED STZ

The Weaver & The Thread by FRED STZ

Five Floors Up Five floors up and the window sticks a little, the way everything sticks when you're seventeen and the whole world is a hand on your throat, and I've been counting the ways a body can be a burden — the rent of it, the weight of it, the way my mother's voice goes up at the end of every sentence like a question I'll never answer right. My father says I'm lazy, says I'm ungrateful, say...

The children are sketching perfect cities on the backs of their eyelids... Their fingers are clean... their maps are traced in gold leaf and possibility... Before they learn the street has another name... We were architects of ether, builders of the dawn With compass hearts and chemical bonds, before the veil was drawn We saw the cracks in empires, in the sermons and the sales A holiness in concre...

They sold us bread, they sold us fear, They sold us someone else to blame. A screen to whisper in our ear, A stranger's face to burn in flame. Two towers, one foundation — And we were never in the room. They gave us flags and gave us gods, They gave us wars we never chose. We bled for their quarterly odds, And called each other's blood our own. And the men who own the sky Never once said goodbye....

Nous voilà face à face, La bouche pleine de mots que l'on tait. Tes yeux sont un miroir Où chaque jour un étranger se reflète. Nous sommes deux planètes Qui tournent en sens contraire. Tu as construit tes murs, J'ai construit les miens. Nous parlons la même langue, Mais le temps nous échappe. Ton histoire est une serrure, Et j'en ai perdu la clé. Tu es un univers Que je ne peux voir. Et l'espace e...

I was born into the silence, Where the walls had ears and the floor had teeth. No one spoke the name of violence, But I felt it humming underneath. They gave me their ghosts without a word, A broken language I had to learn to speak. I was the echo of what they never heard, The shadow of what they could not speak. My mother's hands were full of sorrow, My father's heart was made of stone. I learned...

(To my mom. Rest in peace) The Tide Took You You were a child of bitter rooms, Where love was rationed, thin as thread. Your mother's eyes were winter moons, And every word your father said Was laughter at the cost of you — A careless king, a fleeting flame. He left you with the dark residue, And never once pronounced your name. Your aunts, they spoke in silver knives, Their tongues were sharp, th...

Cherry Stem and Smoke Rings by FRED STZ

Ed & Norma by FRED STZ

Who is the dreamer by FRED STZ

The King of Splinters Windom. Earle. Chessboard. Scalpel. The wife. The lodge. The owl. The trap. He carved his name into the pine — He drew the map. He drew the line. Blue rose. Black fire. White horse. The doppelgänger at the door. He whispered to the static screen — "You are not real. You are not clean." The king of splinters. The queen of knives. He wore the face of a thousand lies. He walked...

She carries wood that once was tree, A fragment of a memory. The rings are years, the bark is skin, It hears the world from deep within. Her husband met the devil's fire, A lightning strike, a funeral pyre, And now she walks the lonely road, With silent wood to share the load. The log has seen what we cannot, It knows the secrets we forgot. It heard the scream that pierced the night, It saw the ow...

Dale, your hands are trembling, Your coffee's getting cold. You've walked the halls of memory, But the story's never told. The owl flies without a sound, The ring is on the floor— And Laura whispers through the static, "Who are you looking for?" Leland danced with fire, He knew the price of sin. His daughter wore a golden smile, He let the devil in. The angel in the ceiling fan, The blood upon the...