synths that pulse like a wounded heartbeat, a voice caught between fury and hope, and a message that refuses to stay quiet

tell me by the vigilante arrives out of the shadows, sharp and electric, the kind of track that feels less like a song and more like someone stepping forward in a burning room and demanding the truth. the synths flicker with that 80s melancholy, cold and cinematic, while the beat grinds underneath like machinery pushing against its own rust. his voice cuts through it all, vulnerable and defiant at once, the sound of someone refusing to disappear into the static.

there is unrest in every corner of the production, a tension that builds like neon light trembling on concrete. you can feel the world he is singing about, the fear, the anger, the smothered hope. the vigilante leans into that storm, drawing on the lineage of depeche mode and nine inch nails, but shaping something modern and deeply personal. it is political, emotional, human. he sings like someone who has carried the weight for too long and finally lets it spill.

the lyrics land like sparks hitting dry air, asking what we are fighting for, who we are becoming, and why silence feels like complicity. yet beneath the rage there is a fragile pulse of connection, a reminder that even in the dark, someone is listening back.

tell me is a soundtrack for the night, for the ones who feel everything and refuse to look away.

thank u for making this the vigilante 🖤