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Verses 1
If you have three wishes, tell me what you’d choose,
Would you heal the heartbreak, fix the broken truth?
Would you chase the sunrise, write your name in flames,
Or bring back the moments that will never be the same?

Pre-Chorus
The clock keeps turning, but the night feels long,
Every wish is a verse in a restless song.

Chorus
If you have three wishes, don't let them fade,
Dream out loud, don't be afraid.
The world is waiting, the stars still shine,
Your three wishes could rewrite time.

(solo)

Verses 2
Would you wish for silence in a war-torn land,
Or the strength to hold someone's shaking hand?
Would you wish for freedom, for a chance to fly,
Or a single answer to the question: why?

Pre-Chorus
Every soul is burning with a hidden prayer,
Three little sparks could change that air.

Chorus
If you have three wishes, don't let them fade,
Dream out loud, don't be afraid.
The world is waiting, the stars still shine,
Your three wishes could rewrite time.

bridge
One for the love you never lost,
One for the dreams worth any cost.
One for the fire that never dies,
Carried forever in your eyes.

(solo)

Chorus (repeat, bigger)
If you have three wishes, don't let them fade,
Dream out loud, don't be afraid.
The world is waiting, the stars still shine,
Your three wishes could rewrite time.

Outro (speak)
You hand me three wishes — I ain’t takin’ gold,
I’m askin’ for a world where hearts don’t go cold.
Health on the table, clean water in the cup,
Minds sharpened gentle so the hate gives up.
Science with a conscience, pushing us ahead,
Not for power, but to lift the living and heal the dead.

If You Have Three Wishes

Life is a Precious Gift

Medusa

Signal In The Static

“Reflections Burn” – Fractured Kin

“Reflections Burn” is a harrowing descent into shattered identity and smoldering disillusionment. From the first haunting riff, the song evokes the crackle of memory splitting under pressure, with the female lead’s voice piercing through like a torch in darkness — raw, tormented, and unflinching.

Guitars twist and burn, drums pound with relentless inevitability, and harmonized vocals ripple like echoes of a self long lost. Each crescendo mirrors the pain of looking into a mirror that no longer recognizes you, blending sorrow, fury, and haunting beauty into a cathartic, merciless storm.

A brutal meditation on trauma, memory, and moral decay — this is Fractured Kin confronting the fragments of a soul ablaze.

Reflections Burn

A fractured manifesto set to hard rock, machine pulse, and cinematic dread.

Coterie of Cretins is a broadcast from the fault line where humanity and technology intersect — not in harmony, but in discomfort, suspicion, and reluctant dependence. These songs live inside the fluorescent hum of a world where every device pretends to listen, every choice feels rehearsed, and every person is half algorithm whether they admit it or not.

Across twelve tracks, the album follows the last free thinkers, doubters, Luddites-for-likes, and digital ghosts as they move between locked doors, broken signals, and too-perfect faces. Some fight back. Some give in. Some just scroll until the scrolling stops.

The sound is heavy, resonant, metallic, industrial at its core but driven by human lungs and human fear. Guitars grind against synths. Drums slam against circuitry. Voices remain the last unprocessed instrument — desperate, stubborn, hopeful, furious.

This is not an album about technology.
It’s an album about living through it.

Coterie of Cretins asks one question repeatedly:

If this is the future, is there anywhere left to stand that’s still ours?

Strangers in the Streetlights

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Verse 1
What is time
but a whisper slipping past my ribs?
I watch the minutes fall
like dust I can’t hold in my fists.
Every morning feels the same—
same cup, same stare, same sigh.
I keep dreaming of the stars,
but I never seem to reach the sky.

Pre-Chorus
I keep waiting for the cards
to fall neatly in my lap,
but they scatter on the floor
and I can’t make sense of that.

Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
right between my fingers.
Monotony wraps around me,
a shadow that always lingers.
I’m dancing through this 9 to 5,
too tired to realign.
Dreaming of the stars,
but I’m always running out of time.

Verse 2
Some days I wonder
if I’m growing or just drifting.
I feel the years pressing down—
quiet, heavy, shifting.
I trace constellations
on the cold glass of a train,
watching moments pass me by
that I’ll never get again.

Pre-Chorus
I keep waiting for the cards
to fall neatly in my lap,
but fate keeps shuffling sideways
and I can’t keep track.

Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
right between my fingers.
Monotony wraps around me,
a shadow that always lingers.
I’m dancing through this 9 to 5,
too tired to realign.
Dreaming of the stars,
but I’m always running out of time.

Bridge
Tell me—
is there meaning hiding somewhere
in these hours I survive?
Is there a way to hold the moment,
to feel a little more alive?

Final Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
a quiet thief I can’t outrun.
And I’m still not sure
if my story has even begun.
Still dancing through this 9 to 5,
still waiting for a sign,
still dreaming of the stars
before I run out of time.


Signal In The Static

Hellmountain Records