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Mission for the Dead

"Bourbon Memories" is a haunting tale of love lost and the struggle to move on. Drenched in whiskey-soaked sorrow, the song paints a vivid picture of late-night loneliness, where old photographs and broken promises resurface with every drink. Memories linger like ghosts, and while bourbon offers a temporary escape, it can't erase the pain. As the night fades into morning, the realization sets in—some lessons are never learned

"Bourbon Memories"

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[Intro]
The amber glow of bourbon, the silence of the room,
Photographs and letters, scattered like old wounds.
The clock ticks past midnight, as I pour another glass,
Trying to drown the echo of a love that couldn't last.

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[Verse 1]
Your name's still in my phone, though I can't bring myself to call,
Your jacket's in my closet, your picture on my wall.
They say that time's a healer, but they never felt this pain,
So I let the bourbon whisper lies that keep me sane.

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[Chorus]
Bourbon memories, they haunt me like a ghost,
The taste of your kiss lingers, the thing I miss the most.
I'm burning bridges nightly with every drink I pour,
Bourbon memories, they're knocking at my door.

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[Verse 2]
Remember that December, we danced beneath the snow?
You promised me forever, how was I to know?
That forever's just a moment, and promises just words,
Now empty conversations are all that can be heard.

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[Chorus]
Bourbon memories, they haunt me like a ghost,
The taste of your kiss lingers, the thing I miss the most.
I'm burning bridges nightly with every drink I pour,
Bourbon memories, they're knocking at my door.

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[Bridge]
This bottle can't replace you, though heaven knows I've tried,
Each sip reveals the truth I've kept buried deep inside.
That loving you was easy, forgetting's the hard part,
So I let the bourbon numb the pieces of my heart.

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[Final Chorus]
Bourbon memories, they haunt me like a ghost,
The taste of your kiss lingers, the thing I miss the most.
I'm burning bridges nightly with every drink I pour,
Bourbon memories, they're knocking at my door.

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[Outro]
The bottle's nearly empty, the sun begins to rise,
The bourbon's lost its magic, can't hide these bloodshot eyes.
One more glass, one more memory to burn,
Bourbon memories, lessons I never seem to learn.

Bourbon Memories

Together

I Know This Turn
You stop asking for signs. You start recognizing the rhythm.
The spiral isn’t confusing anymore. It’s yours.

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🕯️ Kiss Me Wrong and I’ll Burn You Right 🕯️
A slow-burning alt-R&B spell soaked in neo-noir soul.
Sultry, breathy vocals glide through smoke and candlelight, revealing the aftermath of betrayal and the rise of dangerous power.
This is not a love song.
It’s a reckoning. A seduction. A warning whispered in velvet.

🎧 Mood: intimate, intoxicating, untouchable
🔥 Lyric to remember: “Kiss me wrong… and I’ll burn you bright.”

Let it smolder.

Kiss Me Wrong and I’ll Burn You Right

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Verse 1
You traced my name with lips of sin
Thought you could taste what lies within
But I’m the flame behind the wine
Sip too deep and you’ll cross the line

Pre-Chorus
You lit the match, now hold it tight
You kissed me wrong—I’ll burn you right

Chorus
Burn you slow, make you crave the pain
Smoke in your lungs, heat in your veins
No escape once you touch this night
Kiss me wrong and I’ll burn you right
Whisper lies, but I taste the fight
So kiss me wrong…
And I’ll burn you right

Verse 2
You called it love, but I saw lust
You kissed my lips, but broke my trust
Now every breath you take is mine
Marked in smoke, sealed in design

Your bed still holds the shape I left
But all that’s warm has turned to theft
I gave you heat, you fed me lies
Now watch me bloom in your demise

Pre-Chorus
You lit the match, now hold it tight
You kissed me wrong—I’ll burn you right

Chorus
Burn you slow, make you crave the pain
Smoke in your lungs, heat in your veins
No escape once you touch this night
Kiss me wrong and I’ll burn you right
Whisper lies, but I taste the fight
So kiss me wrong…
And I’ll burn you right

Bridge
Say my name with a tremble, not pride
Beg for mercy while you’re still inside
There’s no heaven in this kind of night
Just velvet ruin under candlelight

Don’t ask me now to hold you close
You fed the flame, now bleed the ghost

Final Chorus (evolved)
Burn you slow, make you crave the pain
Smoke in your lungs, heat in your veins
No escape once you touch this night
Kiss me wrong and I’ll burn you right
Whisper lies, but I taste the fight
So kiss me wrong…
And I’ll burn you bright



Kiss Me Wrong and I’ll Burn You Right

In every heart, there is an empty space — a hollow we carry quietly through our days. This song is a gentle reminder that even our deepest emptiness can become the soil where hope takes root. The hollow is not the end of the story; it is the beginning of the search for light.


There’s a hollow place inside my chest,
Silent as morning before the birds wake.
I carry it with me through empty rooms,
A quiet weight, a nameless ache.

I have touched the edges of belonging,
But never crossed the silent line.
There’s a key I never found,
And a door I cannot name.

Every echo in my bones is a question,
A map with no directions home.
I listen for footsteps that never come—
Only my breath, turning into stone.

I have touched the edges of belonging,
But never crossed the silent line.
There’s a key I never found,
And a door I cannot name.

The Hollow Place

We all set a place at the table for the parts of ourselves we fear have wandered too far. Even when it feels like no one returns, life quietly invites us to keep the door open. Sometimes, hope is simply the act of waiting with an open heart — trusting that, one day, we’ll find our way home, or that home will find us.

I built a shelter out of wishes,
Lit candles for the ones I lost.
But no footsteps echo in my hallway,
No voices call me home.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

Night after night,
I set the table for my missing self.
I sing to the shadows on the wall,
But only silence answers.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

Maybe I am the ghost
I keep waiting for,
Turning the key
In an invisible door.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

No One Comes Home

There are times we feel weightless and unmoored, floating through days without direction. Yet every breath — no matter how restless — holds the possibility of grounding. In drifting, we discover new currents; in searching, we learn to trust the quiet promise of another morning.

I breathe
but feel no ground—
My heart floats
somewhere above the world.

Restless air,
nowhere to land.

I watch myself through distant glass,
A shape dissolving
in every reflection,
Always moving,
never arriving.

Restless air,
nowhere to land.

Somewhere, the stars remember my name.
But down here
I am only a wandering breath
searching for an anchor.


Breath Without Anchor

In the mystery of dreams, our souls wander free — searching, healing, remembering what hope feels like. This song asks gentle questions, believing that even when we feel lost in darkness, there is a hidden place where we are whole again. Night, too, is full of secret dawns.

Where do you go when you sleep?
What do you leave behind in the dark?
Are you lost in a field of silent voices,
Or running through doors with no locks?

Do you find the pieces you’re missing?
Are you whole for a moment in dreams?
Where do you go, where do you go
when you sleep?

Do you walk with the shadows of strangers?
Do you gather the stars in your hands?
Is there a place you call home for an hour,
Some secret that night understands?

Do you find the pieces you’re missing?
Are you whole for a moment in dreams?
Where do you go, where do you go
when you sleep?

Where Do You Go When You Sleep

Style note: Spiritual, almost hymnal, with piano and subtle strings. A slow build, from vulnerability to an uplifting chorus. Lyrics are introspective and intimate.


When the world grows quiet,
I hear the silence that knows me best.
It holds all the words I never spoke,
A gentle weight inside my chest.

The silence that knows me
carries every sorrow,
It sings me to sleep
and meets me tomorrow.

There’s comfort in darkness,
In secrets I cannot confess.
But silence holds me without judgment,
It’s the one who forgives,
and forgets.

The silence that knows me
carries every sorrow,
It sings me to sleep
and meets me tomorrow.

The Silence That Knows Me

Sometimes our bodies feel strange, and life feels borrowed. Yet, even in disconnection, there is a quiet invitation to rediscover ourselves. Every unfamiliar reflection is a reminder: as long as we are here, the story isn’t finished, and our place in the world can always be found anew.

I walk inside the skin of the world,
Trying to fit into the seams.
This body is a borrowed coat,
Heavy with someone else’s dreams.

I don’t know the shape of my own hands,
Or the sound of my unspoken name.
I press my face to the glass of living,
But nothing ever feels the same.

I am a ghost in my own reflection,
Moving where the shadows lead.
The city hums beneath my feet,
But I can’t find the place I need.

I don’t know the shape of my own hands,
Or the sound of my unspoken name.
I press my face to the glass of living,
But nothing ever feels the same.

Skin of the World

Longing is proof that our hearts are alive — that we yearn because life matters, and because hope endures. This song is for everyone who feels the ache of wanting more. Let longing be your companion, not your enemy: it’s the light that guides us forward, even on the darkest days.


Longing has a shape,
Soft as winter’s breath.
It lingers on my lips,
Follows me past death.

Oh, the shape of longing—
A shadow on my wall.
It curls around my heartbeat,
And never leaves at all.

It waits behind the curtains,
Sings in empty halls.
I find it in my footprints
And every time I fall.

Oh, the shape of longing—
A shadow on my wall.
It curls around my heartbeat,
And never leaves at all.

The Shape of Longing

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Lryics | Heat Like That

You don’t play with heat like that
Unless you’re ready for the aftermath

Walked in late, lips like sin
Eyes said lose, smile said win
You touched my back like you had rights
I let it slide—for one damn night

You thought I’d melt, thought I’d fall
Didn’t know I’ve burned through worse than all

You don’t play with heat like that
Light the fuse, then step back
I’m not your risk, I’m not your muse
I’m the kind of fire you’ll always lose
You wanted wild, you wanted wrong
But you won’t survive me very long

You called me trouble like it’s new
Baby, trouble’s how I move through you
You tasted smoke and begged for more
Now you’re ashes on the floor

You thought I’d break, thought I’d belong
Didn’t know I’ve been fire all along

You don’t play with heat like that
Flirt with sparks, then pull back
I don’t simmer, I combust
I’ll turn your sweet talk into dust
You wanted heat, now here it is
A woman who burns—and never forgives

Next time you reach for something hot
Think of everything I’m not
I’m not soft, not made to stay
I light it up, then walk away

You don’t play with heat like that
Strike a match, then try to act
Like I was just another flame
When you still curse out my name
You wanted heat, now that it’s gone—
Go tell your friends you got it wrong

Yeah, you don’t play with heat like that

Heat Like That

Sin wears my perfume,

Verse 1
There’s lipstick left on your alibi,
Sweet lies dripping like a lullaby.
You say confession, but your hands still shake,
Baby, heaven don’t forgive mistakes.

Pre-Chorus
I walk away, but I linger in the room,
Every sin you love still wears my perfume.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Verse 2
Ash in the glass where the whiskey burned,
You preach salvation, but you never learn.
You kneel for mercy, but you can’t disguise,
That you want the devil when you see my eyes.

Pre-Chorus
I haunt your sheets, I haunt your truth,
Every sin you hide still smells like proof.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Bridge
I don’t fade, I don’t wash away,
I stay on your soul like the price you pay.
Call it lust, call it doom,
Either way, it smells like my perfume.

Final Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, your halo’s gone,
You beg for heaven, but you beg me wrong.
Every prayer you make just blooms too soon,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Outro (smoky whisper)
Sin… wears my perfume.

Sin Wears My Perfume

Golden Horizon (Yellow)
A hymn to the earth as Tibet’s foundation – stable, wise, and eternal. The golden horizon shines with the timeless light of wisdom and tradition.


Golden fields beneath the mountain sun,
the earth remembers where we’ve begun.
Every stone, every grain of sand,
is the heartbeat of this land.

Golden horizon, steady and wide,
the spirit of Tibet will never hide.
Strong as the mountains, ancient and true,
the wisdom of earth is shining through.

Monks in saffron robes bow low,
their chants like rivers, steady flow.
The soil is sacred, the past remains,
a heritage carved in the veins.

Golden horizon, steady and wide,
the spirit of Tibet will never hide.
Strong as the mountains, ancient and true,
the wisdom of earth is shining through.

Through time and change, the earth will stay,
a guiding light, a golden way.
Nangsal Drolma, bright and near,
your radiant compassion is always here.

Golden horizon, steady and wide,
the spirit of Tibet will never hide.
Strong as the mountains, ancient and true,
Nangsal Drolma, we sing to you.

Golden Horizon

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