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Wasting My Time

Heavy, mysterious rock with caveman drums.

Deception

The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

The moors are bare

No Salvation No End is a relentless descent into despair, forged in the fires of betrayal, loss, and emotional ruin. With crushing riffs and tortured screams, the song captures the feeling of being trapped in a personal hell — clawing for redemption that never comes. Each verse burns with frustration and hopelessness, building toward an eruption of raw, untamed fury. The chorus echoes like a cry into the void, a brutal reminder that not every soul gets saved, and not every story finds peace.

It’s not just a song — it’s a reckoning. A final scream in the dark from someone who’s lost everything… and has nothing left to fear.

No salvation no end

Beers

This piece is both a mirror and a megaphone.
A reflection of what we’ve built, and a reminder of what we’ve forgotten.

It began as a simple observation how easily we keep moving forward while the world quietly falls apart. We build skyscrapers that reach nowhere, launch rockets to emptiness, and call it progress. We construct ballrooms for kings while children go hungry, and then we “turn the page,” pretending it’s not our concern.

But beneath that illusion, a deeper truth hums one Bill Hicks once shouted through the noise: “It’s just a ride.”
That idea cuts through time like lightning. It reminds us that reality is temporary, and change is always possible. We don’t have to live in fear, or chase false crowns. We can slow the spin. We can fix what’s broken. We can choose love over fear, unity over division, compassion over greed.

“It’s Just a Ride” is a cinematic spoken word piece for anyone who’s ever looked around and thought, this can’t be all there is.
Because it isn’t.

We built the ride.
We can change the ride.
All it takes… is the choice

[Opening]
We keep moving forward
Even though tomorrow’s uncertain
Building skyscrapers that reach to nowhere
While children hunger
And the world pretends not to see

Just turn the page
Build another rocket to nowhere

[Verse 1]
We build houses most can’t afford
And call it progress
We pave the streets with luxury
While the broken sleep beneath our eyes
Not our problem
Not our concern
Turn the page

A ballroom for a king
Isn’t that what we really need

[Bridge]
The world’s just a ride
Bright lights, wild turns,
A ticket you pay with your attention
Some remember and whisper
Don’t be afraid. It’s only a ride
But we silence them
We’ve invested too much in the illusion
The furrows of worry
The big bank accounts
The kingdoms made of fear

[Verse 2]
We could slow the spin
We could fix what’s broken
We could feed, heal, teach
Reach out, rebuild
But mercy doesn’t sell
And kindness doesn’t trend
So we keep the carousel spinning
The music loud, the lights blinding
just turn the page

[Outro]
It’s just a ride
And we can change it anytime
No fear
No locks.
No walls
Just a choice
Between the eyes of fear
And the eyes of love

And if we ever choose right
Maybe this time
We’ll stop turning the page
And start rewriting it



Just Turn the Page (It’s Still the Same Ride)

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