KILL THE PROTOCOL (feat. SEVER)
Fragmented and SEVER take on algorithmic judgement as the new religion: neon gods, algorithm priests, servers as altars. Who owns your name?
We Are Unbroken
The title track of (UN)BROKEN. A rallying cry for everyone who refused to bend to the design.
HOLLOW SAINTS
For the ones who wear the halo only in the light. Performed virtue and curated grace crack the moment nobody’s watching.
FAULT LINE
Standing on the fracture and letting it break. A song about falling apart as a way of becoming yourself.
CAPITAL ECLIPSED
Count the money, count the graves. It was never lack, it was always greed.
WE ARE THE NOISE
Fed static, fed rules, taught to sleep. Not anymore. An anthem for every silenced voice that decided to become the storm.
skin i don’t fit
Smiling on cue, cutting away pieces to fit the shape others want, until there’s nothing left of you.
No Remains (feat. SEVER)
Fragmented and SEVER on severing a bond that only ever taught fear. Raised by hands that never stayed, the answer is simple: I owe you nothing.
Lost Protest
A blunt challenge to performative resistance: the safe little riot in the assigned lane, the grief turned into a soundbite.
SHOUT THE ARCHIVE BACK (feat. Prof. Corton)
Fragmented and Prof. Corton against erased memory and legislated silence. They prune the archives and call it safety.
After The Applause (feat. Static Heir)
Fragmented and Static Heir on a childhood performed for others: the polished image, the painted smile. Where were you after the applause?
when the noise goes still (feat. JANSON)
The closing ballad of (UN)BROKEN, with JANSON. After all the anger and all the noise, there is the quiet, and in it the heart that still beats.
INHERIT THE CHAINS
The opening track of (UN)BROKEN. Some are born into the crown, the rest inherit the chains.
ALL YOUR HEROES ARE DEAD
A furious rejection of manufactured beauty standards and the lies that sell them. Behind the rage is care: you don’t need to carve your worth away.
Hollow King
A war cry against the liar on the throne: the ruler who sells salvation, raises flags on bones, and calls fear order.
Ashes in My Hands
The architect of his own ruin. Every dream is built from broken bricks, every touch turns to dust.
Drift Away
Watching a relationship slip away like leaves on a river you can’t slow down. Frozen by the weight in your chest, you want to give everything.
Echoes of the Past
The clock rewinds but never heals. Old guilt and old failures drag you back through every door you thought you’d closed.
Our Broken Spirit
A generation looking back at what it inherited and what it threw away. Virtue rusting in the corners, chivalry drawing its last breath.
Shadows in My Veins
A kingdom of smoke and sand that collapses every time you stand. The shadows in your veins whisper you were born of pain.