Reflection

The End of Time

Yume

FLOYA - Yume

Witness The Revolution (Memories)

The Authoritarian

The Evening Hate

The Evening Hate (Alternative Version)

Circe curse

Christian Rock - Inspirational Rock - Yeshua

FALLEN AND DIVINE

MY HIDING PLACE

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My Hiding Place

dead way of living

Does it seem that the person
In the mirror he's trying to get you 
Don’t let him catch you
Try to break away

You spin and soon you’re running
But creepy eyes they still follow
You can’t swallow
It happens every day

You break a fist in the mirror
For a moment it appears
The shattered glass 
Has lost its magic spell

But now to your surprise
Another fifty sets of eyes
Laughing at you
Like the fiery flames of hell 

I might be going crazy 
I might be out of my head
My parents call me lazy
I can’t get out of my bed

The things I say come out loopy
Friends say I’m out of my tree
Girlfriend thinks I’m goofy
What the hell has happened to me

I might be going crazy 
I might be out of my head
My parents call me lazy
I can’t get out of my bed

The things I say are loopy
Friends say I’m out of my tree
The girlfriend thinks I’m goofy
What the hell has happened to me

Thinking of things that you thought you forgot
Are the images covered in dust
The faces you knew and the ones you forget
Find your memories dripping with rust

Often we find in the back of our mind 
That the normal don’t seem to fit.
You kick it around till the lost gets found
As the candle burns a little more wick

I might be going crazy 
I might be out of my head
My parents call me lazy
I can’t get out of my bed

The things I say come out loopy
Friends say I’m out of my tree
The girlfriend thinks I’m goofy
What the hell has happened to me

Often we find in the back of our mind 
That the normal don’t seem to fit.
You kick it around till the lost gets found
As the candle burns a little more wick


CRAZY

Fractured Kin — “Whiskey for the Widow”

She’s done crying. She’s done begging. She’s done breaking.
“Whiskey for the Widow” is the moment she raises a glass to every lie, every betrayal, every man who thought she’d stay shattered.

The song kicks in like the first burn of whiskey down a raw throat — hot, heavy, and defiant. Her voice cuts through the haze with the grit of someone who’s had enough, someone who’s decided that forgetting is easier than forgiving. The riffs crash in like bar doors swinging open on a storm, the drums pounding like a heart that’s finally beating for herself.

This isn’t a sob story. It’s a victory shot.
A toast to freedom.
A funeral for the men who underestimated her.

In “Whiskey for the Widow,” she doesn’t drown her pain — she buries it. She drinks to her own resurrection, to the woman she becomes when the heartbreak is dead and the fire finally takes over.

She’s not the victim anymore.
She’s the storm walking out the door, bottle in hand, smile sharpened, past burning behind her.

And the world better be ready for who she is now.

Whiskey for the Widow

Horseshoes & Handgrenades

Shot Heard 'Round the World

INSPIRATIONAL ROCK - EPIC FANTASY ROCK - GOTHIC ROCK "Fallen and Divine" album and individual songs are available for purchase here: https://fallenanddivineband.bandcamp.com/album/fallen-and-divine