Berlin Based DJ - Hard Industrial Techno - Bochka

A New Bond Forged From The Broken

From The Slow Breaking Of The Bond,
I Grew Up In The Shadows, Where The Pulse Was A Rumor.

The World Was The Weight, Addiction The Witness;
Again And Again, The Knife's Edge Sought The Real Meaning.

But On The Threshold Of Silence, Right On The Edge,
A Dark Kick Burst Forth, An Industrial Thunderclap.
And The Pulse Of The Heart Returned, Rhythmic, Reverberating; Guarded By A Giant Black Quartz Angel.

The Symphony Of Distorted Layers Was The Purest Dose,
The First Echo Of A Dark Kick In A Chamber, My Escape Plan.
Now The Club Is The Altar, The Bass Drum Is My Weapon,
And Each Drop Is The Sword That Slays My Demons.

It's Not A Drug, It's The Trip,
It's Not Leisure, It's A Mission,
I Am The Herald Of The Underground,
The Guardian Of The Frequency.

That Child Is Gone, All That Remains Is The Insatiable Desire That Was Born From The Ashes Left By A Broken Bond,
Condemned To Leave A Legacy For Free