The system crashed. The therapy app froze. Guess I’ll just restart my faith again. CTRL+ALT+Delusion — for the age of burnout.

CTRL+ALT+Delusion

Where grace and grit collide — for the ones still balancing the holy and the hell-bound.

Oil & Holy Water

For the ones who still love with their scars showing — cracked, flawed, and somehow still shining.

Gravel Heart

Some of us don’t wait for light — we make our own fire. Burn it clean, ride it loud.

Gasoline Grace

Built from burnouts and backbeats — we don’t fade, we flex. This one’s for the joy of surviving loud.

Ash & Asphalt

Some prayers don’t need words — just wheels, miles, and the silence that finally makes sense.

Blacktop Prayers

Acceptance don’t always shine — sometimes it rusts, and that’s still beautiful.

Rusted Halo

For the ones who never claimed to be perfect — just real enough to matter.

Saints Made of Smoke

Still on the road, still learning the rhythm of redemption — smooth, slow, and a little offbeat.

Miles to Mercy

Every scar’s a spark, every loss a lesson. This one’s for the climb — for how the grit turns gold.

Grit Turns Gold

I’m a 42-year-old IT Project Manager turned late-night songwriter — born in Louisiana, now rooted in Moore, Oklahoma. The South raised me, and it still hums through everything I make.

These songs are me learning to breathe again — stories pulled from the static, built with a little help from AI and a lot of heart. I’m not chasing fame, just trying to get the noise out of my head and turn it into something honest.

CTRL+ALT+Delusion

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