Fame, Fire and Sin
Screens blink like busted storefront glass,
faces washed in the cold blue glow.
People trade themselves for a few loud seconds —
a laugh, a spike, a hit of something cheap.
Applause that never reaches real hands, only speakers.
We bend our backs just to stay inside the circle.
Chasing brightness till our eyes sting raw,
and everyone’s a star until the battery dies.
The flash cracks, the whole room stiffens.
You sink into the static with the rest of them.
Dreams stitched from edits and half‑truths,
and every stumble gets saved forever.
Fame, fire and sin —
that’s the heartbeat under Chrome City’s glitch.
Fame, fire and sin —
we burn quick, no brakes.
Fame, fire and sin —
raise your glass, let the glare burn your eyes.
Fame, fire and sin —
we burn quick, we burn clean.
Hold that smile, let them take what they came for.
The feed chews through everything — even you.
Perfect bodies, borrowed opinions,
every truth squeezed through a dozen filters.
Show a wound, they’ll call it art,
scratch your name into the charts with it.
The crowd wants skin, not stories,
and you vanish the second their thumb moves on.
The flash cracks, the whole room stiffens.
You sink into the static with the rest of them.
Dreams stitched from edits and half‑truths,
and every stumble gets saved forever.
Fame, fire and sin —
that’s the heartbeat under Chrome City’s glitch.
Fame, fire and sin —
we burn quick, we burn clean, no brakes.
Fame, fire and sin —
raise your glass, let the glare burn your eyes.
Fame, fire and sin —
we burn quick, we burn clean.
Say a prayer to the feed if you want —
it doesn’t listen, it just counts.
Give it your nights, your slips, your secrets;
everything turns into numbers anyway.
You fade while the stats keep climbing,
love on credit, highs on layaway.
Cables tremble, the screen snaps to black,
and someone new steps in before you exhale.
Click. Post. Gone.
Every preacher gets a cut.
Like. Share. Watch.
Nobody walks out whole.
Fame, fire and sin —
Chrome City’s midnight scripture.
Fame, fire and sin —
we burn quick, we burn clean, no brakes, no brakes.
Fame, fire and sin —
raise your glass, let the curtain tear.
Fame, fire and sin —
we burn quick… and we burn beautiful.
Discography
Albums
Singles
- Fame, Fire and Sin
- Downspire
- Ghost Protocol
- Only Women Bleed (Alice Cooper Cover)
- Digital Ghost
- She Never Broke
- Whispers in the Wire
- Give Me Your Fears
- Black Static Soul
- Ashes In The Wind
- Glutton Logic
- Ashes And Alibis
- Echo Chamber
- Raging Shadows
- Rotten Paradise
- Crown of Madness
