If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?
Started with late-night riffs, too many ideas, and not enough sleep. Grew on hardcore playlists, scribbles in notebooks, and that stubborn belief that a blank tee can carry a whole life’s worth of scars, dreams, and volume. No shortcuts, no fake hype—just small drops, real people, and the sound of something honest getting louder.
Because sometimes being nobody is the only way to become something real.


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