you keep me going
my mind in chains
enslaved 
under your spell
addicted to you 
like nicotine 
and i dont wanna come down 
i don’t wanna come down

the end is here
as time slips away
it all reminds me of you
we are one in the same
like it always was 
like it always was

tonight let’s pretend 
we’re innocent
no hourglass
to countdown towards
a cold relapse 
and i don’t wanna withdrawal 
i don’t wanna withdrawal 

the end is here
as time slips away
it all reminds me of you
we are one in the same
like it always was 
like it always was

say goodbye 
to all that we know
i don’t wanna die
but i’d die for you and i 
i’d die for you and i

nicotine

John 15 V2

A lo-fi indie-pop ballad where whispered acoustics unravel into crashing fuzz and haunting emotion, for slow-burning catharsis

Where Do Rainbows Go

“Devils at Play” is a chilling exploration of the mind of a psychopath, a character driven by manipulation, chaos, and the hunger to control. The song strips away the mask of charm and exposes the sinister games hiding underneath. With dark, cinematic imagery and unrelenting emotion, it paints the portrait of someone who thrives on destruction, pulling others into their twisted web. At its core, “Devils at Play” isn’t just about evil for its own sake, it’s about the terrifying allure of power without empathy, and the scars left on those caught in its path.

The Devils at Play

Check out the Remastered Version here:https://soundcloud.com/evans-383483284/heretic-remastered
 

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Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/4mdTHb6YvHwQEj6jVNlwda?uid=90eef869e85f096eeeba&uri=spotify%3Atrack%3A2TegzJUIRDRxIPb7nKsLll
Apple Music:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/heretic-ep/1841267061

Lyrics:
[Verse]
Knock on the door to your sacred cathedral
The Pope
The Bishop
And the Mother Superior
Father O'Connor and your Saint Francis
Say I don't deserve it
Just get in the basket

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

[Verse 2]
Got a black hat
Matches my black cat
Naked in the woods
Everybody don't like that
Say I'm crazy
A little unholy
But when you're feeling lonely
Baby
Then you all know me

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

Heretic

Acoustic version: https://soundcloud.com/benedict-francis/fantasy-acoustic

Fantasy

Listen Greyhound on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/GNWQ0V4WWfo?si=2TiI2hZiwXkGUpAX

Verse
Why do I bother trying to convince you
You're such a goddamn cynic
That's not what you say when you're drunk and call me crying
You and I are both to blame
I'm not the only one you play
You're just a liar
I'm just a fool
I'm just a fool
I'm just a fool
I'm just a fool

Chorus
I'm the greyhound
But I still run after you
And it's not like I didn't know you
No
I still run after you
I'm the greyhound
But I still run after you
And it's not like I didn't know you
No
I still run after you

Verse 2
I don't know why I try to convince you
I guess I can't help it
I mean
Have you seen you?
I can't blame the others for what I feel
You and I are both to blame
I'm not the only one you play
You're just a liar
I'm just a fool
I'm just a fool
I'm just a fool
I'm just a fool

Chorus
I'm the greyhound
But I still run after you
And it's not like I didn't know you
No
I still run after you
I'm the greyhound
But I still run after you
And it's not like I didn't know you
No
I still run after you

Outro
I'm the greyhound
I'm the greyhound
I'm the greyhound
I'm the greyhound

Greyhound

silent window

thunder-godess.mp3

Heaven Never Waits

I shipped a tank, UI made of nails,
Go-core fortress, but it still fails—
Not the server, not the load, not the stack,
It’s the human hitting friction, snapping back.
I preached KISS, DRY, “clean, correct,”
While users ate error text and regret.
Support isn’t tickets, docs, or pride—
Support is the path where people don’t collide.

UX! Or it’s dead on arrival,
UX! No more “read the manual,”
Cut the noise, cut the fat, cut the myth—
Make it work, make it clear, make it swift.
UX! Serve or get out the way,
Fifteen days, final sprint, no delays—
If it’s hard, it’s wrong, that’s the proof:
Make it smooth or burn the roof.

I fished features “for them,” what a joke,
They don’t want my fish, they want the boat.
Onboarding in thirty seconds flat,
Buttons that say what they do—imagine that.
Errors that heal, not punch the face,
Defaults that guide, not waste their days.
If it doesn’t help today, it dies—
No funeral, no meeting, no lies.

No more ego-coded mazes.
No more “power user” excuses.
Humans first. Flow first.
Then scale, then style, then whatever.

UX! Or it’s dead on arrival,
UX! No more “read the manual,”
Ship the passage, not the bragging rights—
From “I quit” to “I get it” in one clean bite.
UX! Serve or get out the way,
Fifteen days, final sprint, no delays—
If it’s hard, it’s wrong, that’s the proof:
Make it smooth or burn the roof.

UX OR DIE TRYING

I’m a songwriter first and last - not a performer. My focus is on the craft of the song itself, which is why my music has such a wide range. I don’t have one sound; I write for other voices and a vast variety of genres.

You won't find my face on a stage or my voice on a mic. My tracks aren't about building my own brand; they’re about creating a mood or a story that comes fully to life through the right singer.

Fantasy

Benedict Francis