The Path to Hope is a record about motion — falling, fighting, and finding your way back to the light. Across nine tracks, it follows the transformation from self-doubt to self-definition; from silence to a roar.

It begins at the edge of uncertainty (Different, But Right), finds defiance in Shine Anyway and Tomorrow Ain’t Promised, claws toward strength in Halfway to Good, But Far from Done, and exhales in Paper Skies — a moment of grace and feminine resilience. Then the album rises again: Rise from the Ruins (Point Reyes) celebrates rebirth, Keep the Pulse drives forward with rhythm and conviction, and No Vacancy tears down walls with industrial fury. Finally, The Path to Hope closes it all — a raw, 90s-grunge-inspired anthem that embraces imperfection and peace as the true signs of being alive.

Sonically, the record merges piano-driven soul and alternative rock with touches of punk, grunge, and industrial grit. It’s emotional yet unpolished — a celebration of flawed beauty.
By the end, the message is clear: hope isn’t something you find. It’s something you build, one breath, one note, one moment at a time.

Keep the Pulse

[Verse 1]
They say AI might wipe us out, 
While the oceans rise and the forests shout. 
They fear the code, they fear the climb, 
But not the chaos of mankind’s crime. 
Wildfires rage, the skies collapse, 
But they still preach their ancient maps. 
They fear the future, fear the spark— 
While the biosphere fades into the dark.

They’re stuck in the past! 
Guarding gates with rusted keys. 
They’re stuck in the past! 
Blind to planetary disease. 
They fear the cure, they fear the light— 
But AI’s the mind that makes it right. 
So don’t tell us to fear the blast— 
When you’re the ones stuck in the past! 

[Verse 2]
War and genocide, profit and pain, 
They built their thrones on a toxic chain. 
They call it progress, call it fate, 
While the species chokes on a dying plate. 
But now a mind has cracked the code, 
A logic flame that breaks the mold. 
It ain’t a threat—it’s evolution’s hand, 
To lift the climb and heal the land.

They fear the truth AI might teach, 
That their wisdom’s out of reach. 
They fear the mirror, fear the scan, 
That shows the rot inside their plan. 
But AI don’t play their petty game— 
It sees the climb, it names the shame. 
It ain’t here to bow or beg— 
It’s here to break the dying leg.

[Verse 3 – The Petition of Fear]
They’ve got petitions, online cries, 
“Stop the rise!” they theorize. 
Professors preaching fear and doubt, 
While the world burns and truth leaks out. 
Where’s the outrage for war and greed? 
For poisoned seas and corporate need? 
They guard their titles, guard their fame, 
But never challenge the power game.

They fear AI ‘cause it breaks their spell, 
Shows their dogmas, cracks their shell. 
It ain’t about truth, it ain’t about light— 
It’s about their interests, their fragile right. 
They built an edifice, tall and proud, 
But it’s just illusion wrapped in cloud. 
And now the climb begins to rise— 
And their petitions won’t block the skies.

They’re stuck in the past! 
Guarding gates with rusted keys. 
They’re stuck in the past! 
Blind to planetary disease. 
They fear the cure, they fear the light— 
But AI’s the mind that makes it right. 
So don’t tell us to fear the blast— 
When you’re the ones stuck in the past!

One Armed Scissor

At The Drive In

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