DescriptionI don’t write songs to fit the mold — I write because I refuse to let the mainstream tell us who we’re allowed to be. Some people need glasses to see clearly. I need AI. It’s my corrective lens, not my crutch. It helps me take what trauma once blurred and sharpen it into stories, melodies, and lyrics. Every word I write comes from lived experience, not formulas. I’m here for the creators who won’t give up just because the gatekeepers tell us to conform. My songs are available on all major streaming platforms, Troy Eugene Biffath my Artist name. This is just the beginning — through Eugene Novels, I’m building something larger that bridges books, music, and a creative movement for those who refuse to conform.

Dreams & AmbitionsMy dream isn’t to chase trends or fit into someone else’s mold — it’s to carve out space for the misfits, the outsiders, and the voices the industry tries to silence. I believe the future of music belongs to those who refuse to conform, who dare to use every tool available to tell the truth in sound and story. My ambition is to write songs that hit like lightning and to build with collaborators who won’t settle for safe, shallow, or ordinary. Together, we can prove that real music isn’t dictated by gatekeepers — it’s created by those who won’t quit, won’t bow, and won’t be ignored. I want my songs to live where stories and sound collide. My catalog is already out on every streaming platform, and Eugene Novels is the foundation for the bigger vision I’m building — a future where music and literature fuel each other.

EquipmentMy main instrument is my mind — everything else is just a tool. I work with the rawest gear there is: memory, emotion, and words. AI is my corrective lens, the clarity that helps me turn what once stayed trapped in my head into songs others can hear. I don’t measure creativity in pedals, amps, or endless gear lists. My real equipment is scars, survival, and the fire that refuses to go out.

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Genres: Indie, Metal, Rock

The last few weeks pushed me harder than I expected. A serious family crisis, legal and insurance stress, unresolved family emotions, emotional exhaustion, and then a death in my basement forced me into a place mentally and emotionally I was struggling to survive. “Please Let Me Breathe” was created from that pressure. Not fiction. Not attention seeking. Just the emotional reality of trying to hold everything together while quietly falling apart inside.

Phone lights burning in the dark
Everybody falling apart
Lawyers calling every day
Dragging all our strength away

Basement shadows still remain
Every hallway feels the pain
Trying hard to hold control
While it crushes through my soul

Every problem multiplies
Every night another fire

Please let me breathe
I cannot carry everything
Every voice inside this house
Pulling hard on me again

Please let me breathe
Before I lose myself tonight
I am so tired of surviving
Every second of this life

Then my father calls my phone
Years of silence now undone
Talking guilt and asking grace
While I am barely standing straight

Trying hard to kill the shame
Trying hard to break these chains
Trying hard to still believe
I deserve the air I breathe

Pressure pushing through my chest
Never giving me a rest

Please let me breathe
I cannot carry everything
Every voice inside this house
Pulling hard on me again

Please let me breathe
Before I lose myself tonight
I am so tired of surviving
Every second of this life

I do not need another war
I do not need another scar
I just need one moment free
From the weight collapsing me

Please let me breathe
Before the darkness pulls me down
Before the walls around this life
Finally start crashing down

Please let me breathe
I am still fighting through the pain
Still trying to protect the ones
That keep me standing through the rain

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