(Dark Cyberpunk / Industrial EBM Beat / Aggressive Spoken Word) NOTHING SELLER - Broken Mirror

„My soul is a broken mirror...” Dive into a heavy 85 BPM dark cyberpunk synthwave experience featuring a heavy distorted bassline, robotic dark ambient, and mechanical clockwork design. Experience this aggressive spoken-word industrial EBM beat, designed with slow-motion glass shattering soundscapes and heavy cold echoes. ------------------------------------------------------------------ ⚖️ COPYRIGHT & LEGAL NOTICE / DREPTURI DE AUTOR: © 2026 Nothing Seller. All rights reserved. • Original Lyrics, Track Concept, and Musical Arrangements are written, owned, and created entirely by Nothing Seller. • Musical production assisted via Suno AI (Pro Tier Commercial License). • Visual aesthetics and video edits are the exclusive intellectual property of Nothing Seller. • Unauthorized re-upload, sampling, or distribution of this audio-visual material on any platform is strictly prohibited and subject to copyright strikes. ------------------------------------------------------------------ 📌 LYRICS / VERSURI (Written by Nothing Seller): [Intro] My soul... is a broken mirror. Shattered in a thousand pieces. I gave everyone I met a single shard... So they would see me... when they look at themselves. [Verse 1] I didn't want to be a fading name, A lonely shadow in a hollow game. With my own hands, I broke my inner light, A sudden strike into the endless night. I gave away my face, piece by piece, (Piece by piece...) To cold strangers, looking for release. [Chorus] When darkness comes and you look into the frame, You hold the glass that carries my own name. The blind look of the one who doesn't see, You think you see yourself... but it is me! (It is me...) I left a sharp shard deep inside your chest, A haunting ghost that will not let you rest. [Post-Chorus] No time to heal, no time to look away, The broken pieces are in you to stay. The frame is stained, but the game is done, I am haunting each and every one. (Every one...) [Verse 2] Now you carry a silent guest inside your mind, A piece of glass that you were meant to find. And what is left of me? A frame upon the wall, A Nothing Seller, with no face at all. I gave myself away to everyone I passed, My mirror turned to ash... at the very last. [Outro] A thousand shards... In a thousand pockets. You look at yourself... But I am looking back. The Nothing Seller... gone from the frame. ------------------------------------------------------------------ 🖤 Subscribe for more heavy soundscapes beyond color. #DarkCyberpunk #IndustrialEBM #WitchHouse #DarkAmbient #Synthwave #CyberpunkAesthetics #EBM #SpokenWord #DarkMusic #IndustrialTechno