John 15 V2

bridges

fuel

“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

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Fallow me also 
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

#Alternative
#Indie
#Guitar
#Instrumental

Murmurations

Arena Rock best describes this hard edged tracj reminecent of the late 70;s to early 80's rock artists.

Glide

when angels cry

The day opens like a checkpoint: a gate that counts, not forbids.
We fumble our courage, hear it tick across the floor, and call that clatter progress.
Mistakes flicker—little glitches—but they illuminate the path more honestly than triumph.

A voice inside writes to us in the margin: try again.
Not a command—an invitation.
We learn the craft of continuing: farming quiet hope, carrying calm like a lantern.
To be “low HP” is only to feel the heart nearer; to be mapless is only to trust the breath.

And when the frame goes grey, we are not erased.
We return—smaller, truer—respawned at the edge of ourselves.
What owns us is what we refuse to name defeat.
Another coin. Another scene.
We stand, almost laughing, and press start again.

Checkpoint Blues

Perfect People

From the mind of a neuro diverse soul. Lost within anxiety
Sung by Rebecca Symes

Walls to hide me

Formed 1996. 
Band Members:

Jamie Doyle 
Jon Jones
Jack Symes 
Mike Maddox (1996-2020)

Collaborators 

Rebecca Symes
Jess Doyle
Clifford Sayer

Walls to hide me

Pod One

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