Alternative electronic industrial synthpop with a cinematic touch.
The song (and video) 'Reflections of a Twisted Soul' is about anxiety, confusion, despair and schism in a dark estranged world where electrically charged forces of power provide literal and mental illumination but also cause short circuit.

All music, lyrics, vocals, machines and guitars by Maxim S. Calda. Audio production, programming, mixing, engineering by Maxim S. Calda. Mastering by Rob Swienink Utopia Mastering.
Camera, design, editing, fx and production by Maxim S. Calda.

'Maximum Electric Field' is a solo project of Maxim S. Calda (Tuxedo Bandido, El Maxicano, Massimo Tutti, MXMS, G-GAP). This project shows the electronic roots and darker side of this independent producer and musician who operates in the shadows of different music scenes.

More info and FR€€ download at: www.maxim-s-calda.com (mp3) and soundcloud (wav)

If you like to support this independent artist you can buy this song at the iTunes store, Amazon, etc. Also available on streaming services as Spotity, Tidal and more.

Thanx to Beachfront B-Roll for some stock material. It's a free world after all!

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Reflections Of A Twisted Soul by MAXIMUM ELECTRIC FIELD is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
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MAXIMUM ELECTRIC FIELD – Reflections of a Twisted Soul
(words: Maxim S. Calda)

Do you hear me calling in the dephts of this despair
Do you see me crawling, my thoughts become impaired

Wait, what's going on

Do you feel what it's coming to
Or am I all alone
Darkness comes to light
Moon shines upon the dark side

Is this me or just a narrative
Am I a traveller or a fugitive
Where is the line between real and fake
And how is this line going to break

Wait, what's going on

Can someone please just hit the brakes
So I can feel if I'm still awake
I've got to get away
But where do I run to
Where do I run to
Where do I run to
When it's all a dead way in the end anyway

Wait, wait

Sometimes I give, sometime I take
Sometimes I live, sometimes I break
Same sequence from the start
Being born to fall apart

Visions blur, I'm slipping back
The innermind all pitch black
Every step needs your concern
Closer to point of no return

Is it the crack inside of me
That feeds me all this hystery
Where's the line between real and fake
And how is this line going to break

Wait, what's going on

What's going on

My body stops but my brains go on

What's going on

Wait, wait