Project Psaicho presents "BLACK CIRCUIT" (Industrial Synth Metal Official Music Video)

I walked a broken line through static skies, A shadow wired into my own design. Every echo felt like a blade in my spine— I swore the world was built to drain me dry. Rust in my veins, and I called it fate, Screaming at ghosts that I helped create. I fed the dark with every thought I shaped, And wondered why the daylight never came. Always the victim, always the blame, Drowning in storms that I taught myself to name. I was the architect of every chain, I forged the night and cursed the rain. But now the circuit burns so bright— I see the world through a different light. No more the prisoner of my own design, I bend the future with the force of mind. And when I fall, I’ll rise again— A brighter soul at the very end. Clockwork emotions grinding me down, A kingdom of silence where I wore the crown. I carved my failures into the sound, And let the noise pull me underground. But truth struck hard like a hammer of fire: The darkness lived because I kept it wired. Cut the cables of my old empire— And every shattered piece became a choir. Always the victim, always the blame, Drowning in storms that I taught myself to name. I was the architect of every chain, I forged the night and cursed the rain. But now the circuit burns so bright— I see the world through a different light. No more the prisoner of my own design, I bend the future with the force of mind. And when I fall, I’ll rise again— A brighter soul at the very end. No gods of misfortune, no enemies unseen, Only mirrors made of steel reflecting who I’ve been. I break them all and breathe again— I rewrite the code beneath my skin. Rust in my veins, and I called it fate, Screaming at ghosts that I helped create. I fed the dark with every thought I shaped, And wondered why the daylight never came. But truth struck hard like a hammer of fire: The darkness lived because I kept it wired. Cut the cables of my old empire— And every shattered piece became a choir. Always the victim, always the blame, Drowning in storms that I taught myself to name. I was the architect of every chain, I forged the night and cursed the rain. But now the circuit burns so bright— I see the world through a different light. No more the prisoner of my own design, I bend the future with the force of mind. And when I fall, I’ll rise again— A brighter soul at the very end. I was the architect of every chain, I forged the night and cursed the rain. But now the circuit burns so bright— I see the world through a different light. And when my final heartbeat ends, I leave this world as a different man. From ashes born, from shadows free— A brighter world built inside of me.