Butterfly

I Won't Do (All The Things That You Do)

I broke his hand

What else am I suppose to do
After all the shit that you’ve put us through
You’ve taken the water made it glue
Its true its true

I’m terrible for memories
But you’re the same
It doesn’t matter why
But you’re to blame
You’ve drank the Kool-aid and gone insane
you’re lame you’re lame

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth 
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

You think that you can see right thru 
Tthere’s nothing here
You’d resemble
Your definitions vague, accidental
So rude so rude

You can’t see the food
Left on your plate
You want to scramble
But it’s too late
The terror revealed
And it’s your fate
Yeah mate yeah mate

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand


i broke his hand

the era of arcade

Molly made the china dolls that come alive.
pAGES IN cLOUDS
pATRICK bURKE 2025

Molly made the china dolls that come alive,
They’re made from parts nobody wanted
And become everything they hated…


She stitched their arms from splintered wood
Painted faces no one understood
Glass in their ribs, rust in their veins
Laughed like angels, screamed like chains


She whispered secrets through the thread
Woke them softly from the dead


Molly liked the china dolls that come alive
She watched them crawl and twist and writhe
Built from shame and fractured pride
They wear the masks that she would hide
Molly liked the china dolls that come alive


They dance on tables, curse in rhyme
They eat the hours she left behind
Bent with beauty, cracked with grace
They spit her name back in her face


She never cried, she just sewed tight
They were her voice on quiet nights


Molly liked the china dolls that come alive
Spun from parts no one survived
They grew into the things they feared
Broke the mirrors, disappeared
Molly liked the china dolls that come alive


Stolen bones, forgotten lace
She made a world, it wore her face
And when they screamed, it sounded right
She held their hands and turned out the light


Molly liked the china dolls that come alive
She gave them hate, they gave her eyes
Now they roam where silence died
She became what she designed
Molly liked the china dolls that come alive…


Molly made the china dolls that come alive…
They're made from parts nobody wanted…
And become everything they hated…

PB2025

Molly made the china dolls that come alive

Ivory Towers

From Atlantic Thrills "III" out June 6th on Almost Ready Records

Atlantic Thrills - "Dirty Love"

No Signal

ANGEL WHORE

[Verse 1]
In the labyrinth of midnight, we wander through sorrow’s hall,
Rou, your spectral touch ignites a fragile, haunted call.
Within these silent chambers where lost hearts dare to roam,
I whisper your name in echoes, never quite the same.

[Pre-Chorus] 
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the depths of despair, I’m drawn back to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—ghosts within my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.
Through you, Rou, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou.

[Verse 2]
Under a pallid moon and skies that weep with time,
Your eyes, like fading lanterns, flicker in my mind.
Every tear that carves the page reveals a love grown rue,
Rou, oh Rou, my soul is marked by the grief of you.

[Pre-Chorus – Variation]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.
Through you, Rou, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou. 

[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.

[Final Chorus – Reprise]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
I’m adrift in endless darkness, eternally confined.
Through you, Rou—through you, through you, Rou,

[Outro]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou. 

———

A ritual of memory and longing, “Whispers of Rou” drifts through midnight’s labyrinth, tracing love’s ghost and the ache of a name that lingers. This is the sound of devotion trapped in shadows—haunted, fragile, eternal.

———

Genre: Cinematic Post-Punk Revival 
Key: F♯ Minor
BPM: 120
Time Signature: 4/4

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Artist: Kareem Tyler 
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

Whispers of Rou

I saw you in your coat of many colours
I was surprised to discover
You think you understand me
But I know that it's all in your mind

There was a time when I believed I understood
There was a time when I'd believe in anything
There is no time to waste to bring some understanding
There was a time when I believed in anything

Riding the ups and downs of life
Like a wave on the sea
Waving at me while you go 
down, down, down 

There was a time when I believed I understood
There was a time when I'd believe in anything
There is no time to waste to bring some understanding
There was a time when I believed in anything

I've got the blues today
In the news today
I saw a man who would be king

I've got the blues today
In the news today
I saw a man who would be king

How can a man
hate another man
for the colour of his skin?

How can a man
hate another man
for the things that he believes in?

I've got the blues today
In the news today
I saw a man who would be king

King

Project KT (Knowledge Transfer) is the solo vision of Kareem Tyler—a multidimensional artist navigating the limits of the physical realm through immersive, genre-blending sound. Fusing progressive rock, symphonic fusion, post-punk ambience, and metallic catharsis, Project KT crafts cinematic soundscapes led by violin, orchestral depth, and raw poetic tension.

After a life-altering accident caused partial vocal cord paralysis and ended his ability to play piano, Kareem rebuilt his artistry through digital composition and visual design—transforming personal trauma into transcendent expression.

That rebirth came to life in Echoes of the Void (2025), a symphonic progressive metal epic charting entropy, solitude, and rebirth across expansive movements. Its companion, Beyond the Void, reimagined the work as a cinematic and orchestral odyssey, featuring Canadian singer-songwriter Valeria Rusnak, whose operatic vocals added radiant contrast to Kareem’s baritone foundation. Together, they forged a dialogue of shadow and light, entropy and grace.

Though Project KT remains firmly Kareem’s vision—writing, producing, and shaping every detail—he is actively seeking a female vocalist to further embody its still-untold emotional core. With an evolving presence on Instagram, BandLab, and SoundCloud, Project KT continues to weave cross-medium narratives that fuse sound, image, and meaning.

For listeners and collaborators drawn to gothic romanticism, cinematic drama, and genre-fluid experimentation, Project KT offers more than music—it is an echo unfolding into infinity.