Verse 1
windows breathe in silver, neon bleeding down,
my curtains fold like secrets when the sky forgets the sound.
footsteps slow on wet pavement — heartbeat in the hush,
I cup the cold against my palms, let the city wash me up.

Pre‑Chorus
soft static on the glass, the world becomes a hymn,
I learn the language of puddles, let the quiet pull me in.

Chorus
I’m a pluviophile — I live where the rain remembers names,
I like the way the thunder speaks, how it calls me by my shame.
Under streetlight halos, under water-colored nights,
I chase the hush of silver lines, I chase the falling light.

Verse 2
umbrella shadows whisper, passing strangers look away,
every drip’s a little secret that I want to replay.
socks soaked, shoes heavy, but I’m lighter than the doubt,
there’s comfort in the downpour, like a soft and honest shout.

Pre‑Chorus
windowpane confession, a rhythm like a drum,
I follow little rivers where the light gets soft and numb.

Chorus
I’m a pluviophile — I keep small storms inside my hands,
I learn to read the rainfall like the map of promised lands.
In the hush between the flashes, in the space where worlds collide,
I wait for rain to say my name and fold me in the night.

Bridge (whispered)
one… two… listen — five, six, seven fall,
counting out the raindrops like they’re notes to a doll.
don’t need your sunlight, don’t need your plans,
I’ve got pockets full of weather and a sky that understands.

Breakdown
let it come — the steady, slow, the messy and the clear,
I stay where the windows fog, where everything comes near.
cold on my collarbone, warm in the chest,
I let the rain pronounce me, let the weather do the rest.

Chorus (soft, then lift)
I’m a pluviophile — I love the way the world rewrites,
how the streets become confessionals under electric lights.
Hold me in the downpour, spin me in the night,
I’m small, I’m whole, I’m open — I’m chasing falling light.

Outro (fading)
rain keeps talking, I keep listening,
city breathes — I stay glistening.

Pluviophile

(Verse 1) 
Plastic smiles, a scripted dance, 
Silent screams, a ghostly trance, 
Wake up, dress up, wear a mask, 
Lost in the haze, too scared to ask. 

(Chorus) 
Круг за кругом в вращающейся клетке, 
Тик-так, жизнь – это страница по сценарию, 
Мы просто куклы на веревочке, 
Застряв в рутине, мы ничего не.

(Verse 2) 
Every morning, the same cold sun, 
Counting down ‘til the day is done, 
Chasing shadows, the hours crawl, 
Trapped in this maze, I feel so small. 

(Chorus) 
Round and round in a spinning cage, 
Tick-tock, life’s a scripted page, 
We’re just dolls on a string, 
Caught in the grind, we can't feel a thing. 

(Bridge) 
Echoes of laughter, fading away, 
Under the surface, shadows play, 
Swipe left, swipe right, we’re lost in the static, 
Routine so robotic, it's almost dramatic. 

(Chorus) 
Круг за кругом в вращающейся клетке, 
Тик-так, жизнь – это страница по сценарию, 
Мы просто куклы на веревочке, 
Застряв в рутине, мы ничего не.

(Outro) 
So let the clock strike, shatter the mold, 
Разорвите эти цепи, пора быть смелыми, 
Dolls on a string, let’s dance in the fire, 
Зажгите ночь, разожгите желание.
Ignite the night, fuel the desire.

Redundant

Verse 1
If you know, you know,
Secrets whispered in the moonlight path.
Candle flames flicker, shadows dance,
In the circle, we take our chance.

Chorus
Spinning spells with a heart of gold,
Feeling the magic that never gets old.
Underneath the stars, we rise and glow,
If you know, you know, if you know, you know.

Verse 2
Remember the night by the river's flow?
Glimmers of truth in the ebb and the glow.
With every wish on the willow tree,
Crafting my fate, it’s just you and me.

Chorus
Spinning spells with a heart of gold,
Feeling the magic that never gets old.
Underneath the stars, we rise and glow,
If you know, you know, if you know, you know.

Bridge
She’s super powerful, changing life as she moves,
With every thought, forms new wyrd, she proves.
Energy flows, intertwined like a vine,
Destiny wraps us in a design divine.

Verse 3
Whispers of love in the herbal smoke,
Stories we share, each word bespoke.
In the stillness, the truth unfolds,
If you know, you know, let the story be told.

Chorus
Spinning spells with a heart of gold,
Feeling the magic that never gets old.
Underneath the stars, we rise and glow,
If you know, you know, if you know, you know.

Outro
So light your candles, let your spirit fly,
In this sacred space, we’ll never say goodbye.
With every heartbeat, we’ll let our truth show,
If you know, you know, if you know, you know.

If You Know, You Know

[Verse]
You say it's just talking
But you shout all the time
Words like knives flying
Cut like a crime

[Verse 2]
Raise your voice higher
Thinking you'll be heard
But flames only grow
From those burning words

[Chorus]
There's a difference between telling and yelling
To speak is a choice
Not just venting
You can't be understood when you're screaming
Let's find a way back to meaning

[Verse 3]
Hearts closed
Ears bleeding
In the chaos
We drown
Calm words hold the power
To turn it all around

[Bridge]
Let's take it down a notch
Find the balance
Find the sound
In the quiet
There's strength
Real connection can be found

[Chorus]
There's a difference between telling and yelling
To speak is a choice
Not just venting
You can't be understood when you're screaming
Let's find a way back to meaning

Speak or Scream

[Verse]
You put out the signs you don't want to stay
You push everyone you chase them away
You hide in your room say you don’t belong
Now they make sure you’re always alone

[Verse 2]
Ignored all their calls shut everyone down
You wear your indifference like a crown
They used to care but now they moved on
You built your walls now they’re so strong

[Chorus]
Sending lonely signals loud and clear
You act tough but inside you fear
They won't break through you play along
The cost of saying you don't belong

[Verse 3]
Your messages in bottles never read
You scream out loud only hurt instead
While you push outside you break within
Closing the door before they begin

[Verse 4]
Turning away from the crowd each time
Creating distance struggling to climb
Your facade keeps everyone at bay
Now you're trapped in this game you play

[Chorus]
Sending lonely signals loud and clear
You act tough but inside you fear
They won't break through you play along
The cost of saying you don't belong

Lonely Signals

You Ought To Know

[Verse 1] Woke up with a flicker in the corner of my eye A glittering river, just drifting, passing by Squiggly little lightning, swimming through my sight Herringbone shadows on the walls of the night
[Pre-Chorus] Is it magic or a message, is it color or a warning? Are these shimmers just a symptom, or the start of something forming? Little glitch in the system, a signal in disguise I’m tracing all the patterns as they ripple through my mind
[Chorus] Bright lines, jagged like a dream Shimmering vision, what does it mean? Zigzag halo, echo in my brain Silent storms that flicker and fade
Scintillating stories, dancing on my sight Are you just an aura, or is something not right? Bright lines, talk to me tonight Tell me why you shimmer, why you shine so bright
[Verse 2] A curtain falls, a shadow crawls Sudden blur, the color stalls Is this just a warning—should I be afraid? Or passing little fireflies never meant to stay?
[Bridge] Is it blood in the highways, is it just the light? Or a message from my body in the middle of the night? Eyes wide open, swimming in the unknown Every silent sparkle, every color overthrown
[Chorus] Bright lines, jagged like a dream Shimmering vision, what does it mean? Zigzag halo, echo in my brain Silent storms that flicker and fade
Scintillating stories, dancing on my sight Are you just an aura, or is something not right? Bright lines, talk to me tonight Tell me why you shimmer, why you shine so bright
[Outro] If you’re just a fleeting vision, Or a warning in disguise I’ll keep watching for your colors As they ripple through my eyes Shimmer on, shimmer on, In the dark before the dawn Tell me—what does it mean When you’re here and then you’re gone?

scintillating

(Verse 1) 
i watch the shoreline breathe at night 
lights like small bruises on the water 
your shadow maps itself on my back 
i count the seconds until the tide remembers my name

(Pre-Chorus) 
quiet clicks like teeth on glass 
i hear the ocean practice saying things it won’t keep

(Chorus) 
sees — what you let yourself see 
seas — the dark pulling me, pulling me 
seize — the moment, slow and mean 
siːz — like a whisper in my dream 
sees, seas, seize, siːz

(Verse 2) 
salt lines the rim of my memory 
your footprints folding into the swell 
i fold myself smaller than the fear 
and press my palms to the floorboards like a prayer

(Pre-Chorus) 
there’s a hush that tastes like old rain 
it leans in and wants a confession

(Chorus) 
sees — the corners where i hide 
seas — they curve around my quiet spine 
seize — the breath between the beats 
siːz — the sound when everything repeats 
sees, seas, seize, siːz

(Bridge) 
don’t let the water name me careless 
don’t let the moon give me away 
i’ll keep my ribs like a secret box 
close, closed, cmd+z the ache

(Spoken) 
say it again — slow 
sees… seas… seize… siːz…

(Chorus) 
sees — you watch me break like glass 
seas — they come soft and then they pass 
seize — my hands, my head, my hem 
siːz — the echo that becomes a hymn 
sees, seas, seize, siːz

(Outro) 
i stand at the edge and i listen 
the ocean learns my breathing 
and everything i can’t explain 
becomes a ripple with my name.

si:z

Verse 1 
Rev the night, chrome teeth grinin’ wide 
Four-wheel thunder, gasoline baptized 
We’re a highway sermon, leather and fire 
Screams on the strip, saints of desire

Pre 
Turn the key — let the skyline bleed 
Speed and steel, every vow we need

Chorus 
Raise your hands, scream it loud, let the anthems roll 
We’re the riders of the road, burnin’ out of control 
Dance the danger, fall in hard, feel the metal heart explode 
Sing the name, light the flame — we’re never letting go

Verse 2 
Racer X in the rearview, sparks fly free 
Cacophony roars like a twisted symphony 
Nitro hisses — midnight’s outlaw hymn 
Shotgun Messiah winks, we answer with a spin

Pre 
Crank it up — let the city taste the heat 
One last chance, one last beat

Chorus 
Raise your hands, scream it loud, let the anthems roll 
We’re the riders of the road, burnin’ out of control 
Dance the danger, fall in hard, feel the metal heart explode 
Sing the name, light the flame — we’re never letting go

Bridge
Skid Row’s on the corner, Bang Tango’s in the light 
Britny Fox on the rooftop, Bullet Boys ignite 
We’re a chrome crusade, a midnight promenade 
Gasoline promises and a renegade parade

Guitar Solo

Breakdown 
Leather whispers to the skyline, engines plead and pray 
Tonight we write the headlines in sparks and disarray 
No chains, no rules, just the roar and the road 
One last lap for glory before the story’s told

Chorus
Raise your hands, scream it loud, let the anthems roll 
We’re the riders of the road, burnin’ out of control 
Dance the danger, fall in hard, feel the metal heart explode 
Sing the name, light the flame — we’re never letting go

Outro
Riders! — Burn it! — Never! — Let go! 
Riders of Razor Road!

RAZOR ROAD

[Verse 1]  Neon gum on the subway floor  Click-clack boots through a half-closed door  Cheap mascara, vending machine crown  Lipstick warpaint, they own this town
They’re cutting shapes in the cigarette fog  Graffiti hearts on the restroom stall  Every freak in a thrift store suit  Got holy holes in their battered boots
[Pre-Chorus]  Oh, they twitch to the beat of a nervous song  Wrong-sized puzzle in a world so wrong  They don’t wait for the light to turn green  They just jump in the in-between
[Chorus]  There’s no stopping the cretins from hopping  Wind-up hearts, yeah, they’re never ever dropping  Let it thump, let it thump, no retreating  You got to keep it beating  For all the hopping cretins
There’s no cooling the wires they’re crossing  Static souls on a night that’s never stopping  Every misfit pulse still repeating  You got to keep it beating  For all the hopping cretins
[Verse 2]  Hair-dye halo, discount wings  Bar code choir when the payphone rings  Paper crowns made of parking fines  Strobe-lit prayers in the checkout lines
They dance off-beat to a busted track  Velcro dreams in a plastic sack  Every scar is a souvenir  Every “get lost” is a cheer from here
[Pre-Chorus]  Oh, they shimmy through the elevator shame  Elevate out of everybody’s frame  They don’t care if the floor gives in  They just pogo on the fault-line’s grin
[Chorus]  There’s no stopping the cretins from hopping 
You got to keep it beating 
For all the hopping cretins
[Bridge]  Kick off your cool, let the seams all snap  Peel off the label, let it overlap  Every “too much” kid with a shaken core  Turn it up till they call you “more”
Head full of static, heart like a drum  Stomp that panic till your feet go numb  We’re all one twitch from coming undone  But we riot in rhythm till the rerun’s done
[Breakdown]  Hop-hop, little glitch in the system  Pop-pop, every crack, every piston  Hear that underground choir repeating  You got to keep it beating  You got to keep it beating
[Chorus]  There’s no stopping the cretins from hopping  Wind-up hearts, yeah, they’re never ever dropping  Let it thump, let it thump, no retreating  You got to keep it beating  For all the hopping cretins
There’s no curing the sparks they’re plotting  Sidewalk saints in a world that’s rotting  Every outlaw pulse still competing  You got to keep it beating  For all the hopping cretins
[Outro]  No slow-motion, no deleting  Even when the night’s repeating  In the cracks where the weird ones meet in  You got to keep it beating  For all the hopping cretins  For all the hopping cretins

cretins

Verse 1
two shadows like stitches on glass, 
breath fogs the metal — steady, fast. 
city heartbeat under our soles, 
neon veins, and the night unfolds. 
we climb like we’re trying to get higher than the lies, 
hands numb, fingers braided — count the siren skies.

Pre‑chorus
and the wind tells secrets that it learned from the trains, 
we press the flag to our ribs, feel the tremor of the panes.

Chorus
“When the power of love beats the love of power,” — 
we write it on skin, on the tip of the hour. 
when the power of love — oh, when love beats power — 
the skyline listens, holds its breath for the tower. 
(when love beats power) 
(when love beats power)

Verse 2
they filmed our hands, they filmed our knees, 
we were small like bullets in their giant freeze. 
the spire is a needle, the city a seam, 
we stitch a loud quiet, a fragile dream. 
police lights shallow like bad lipstick, 
but above them the flag is a small, stubborn script.

Pre‑chorus
we laugh like we’re scared, we’re trembling in tune, 
we stay until the pigeons forget how to coo.

Chorus
“When the power of love beats the love of power,” — 
we whisper it slow, let the consonants flower. 
when the power of love — when love beats power — 
the world can tilt toward a different hour. 
(when love beats power) 
(when love beats power)

Bridge
below, a million windows are mouths, 
some scream, some record, some cry out— “don’t.” 
but the line on the flag is a small, blunt truth, 
pressed between our teeth like a missing tooth. 
we are two — not a movement, not a war, 
just two with a sentence that could be a door.

Breakdown
shh — feel the glass hum. 
shh — the city becomes a drum. 
soft — our names disappear into the chrome, 
soft — for a second, something feels like home.

Final Chorus
“When the power of love beats the love of power,” — 
repeat until the neon turns to paper flowers. 
when the power of love — when love beats power — 
maybe the skyline will learn how to soften. 
(when love beats power) 
(when love beats power) 
hang the flag like a heartbeat on the spire, 
let the wind read our sentence, set the night on fire.

Outro
two shadows on steel, two breaths aligned, 
the words stay hung where the world might find — 
when the power of love beats the love of power, 
a small, soft rumor cracks a harder hour.

Spirelight

(verse 1) 
woke up screaming your name 
but you weren’t there 
the ceiling hummed, the room held breath 
all I got was an empty stare 
my mouth tasted like midnight and old regret 
your ghost traced the pillow where my fingers kept

(pre-chorus) 
heartbeat like a metronome off beat 
neon through the blinds, the world asleep 
I count the cracks along the wall 
waiting for the sound that never calls

(chorus) 
woke up screaming your name 
but you weren’t there 
all I got was an empty stare 
woke up holding onto air 
but you weren’t there 
all I got was an empty stare

(verse 2) 
phone down, face cold, the last text read 
“be careful” — then the silence spread 
I press my palms to the echo of your laugh 
but silence is a shape I can’t uncraft

(pre-chorus) 
there’s a photo on the floor that’s breathing slow 
frames of ordinary days I can’t let go 
I dip my words in honey, spit them out in the dark 
they fall like coins into a wishing well without a mark

(chorus) 
woke up screaming your name 
but you weren’t there 
all I got was an empty stare 
woke up clutching at the air 
but you weren’t there 
all I got was an empty stare

(bridge) 
stay 
stay 
the echo answers nothing back 
stay 
stay 
the mattress keeps the shape of your lack

(breakdown) 
breathing shallow, counting stars on the ceiling 
your absence is a weight that I’m stealing 
I try to stitch the hours with a thread of light 
but morning keeps undoing the night

(final chorus) 
woke up screaming your name 
but you weren’t there 
all I got was an empty stare 
I keep calling into rooms that aren’t there 
you aren’t there 
and all that’s left is an empty stare

(outro) 
empty stare 
empty stare 
I wake, I call, I fold into the air

Empty Stare

DIVIDED STATES OF AMERICA

[INTRO]
Fifty stars on a burning flag
Neon cross and a rainbow drag
Highway splits like a hairline crack
Across a promised land

Static hum on a talk show feed
Preacher’s truth, a student’s creed
Pledge of love, lust for greed
Loaded hand to loaded hand

[VERSE 1]
Mama’s prayin’ in a small-town church
Daddy’s marchin’ downtown first
Kids write manifestos in the dark
Blue-lit faces in the parking lot

One screen says you’re the enemy
One says it’s saving me
Same song, different frequency
Same wound, different memory

Pickup trucks and Priuses
Yard signs spread like viruses
Red and blue like bruises—
Patriotism?

[PRE]
Wall down the middle of the freeway
Arguin’ colors while the sky turns gray
Everybody locks up truth
Like a nuclear safe

[CHORUS]
Divided States of America
Screamin’ across this scar
Every line on the map’s another open cut
Stitched with a broken guitar

United States of America
Prayer or joke at the bar?
One nation with a forked tongue
Two anthems, one young heart

[VERSE 2]
Boy with an AR tattoo
Girl in black boots singin’ truth
Both miss paychecks, both feel used
Both think no one’s listening

Main Street’s empty, Wall Street smiles
Headlines feed another trial
Left or right, choose a side
Never “us,” just “follow”

[CHORUS]
Divided States of America
Preachin’ to the algorithm choir
Every click and every share
Feeds another culture fire

United States of America
Written in ink, livin’ in wire
We’re bleedin’ star-spangled hysteria
Tryin’ to heal the fire

[BRIDGE]
I love this place like a flawed old father
Whiskey, gun oil, holy water
Taught me to fight, taught me to shout
Never how to work things out

Church bells ring over riots
Farm towns beggin’ for quiet
If freedom’s just a sharpened word
Can we make it hurt no more?

[BREAKDOWN]
Red state, blue state, same blood runs
Different names for the same old hurt
Past the slogans, past the spin
Same scared heart beneath the skin

[FINAL CHORUS]
Divided States of America
Past flashin’ like police lights
Future waitin’ down the highway
Somewhere past another fight

United States of America
Maybe we’re still worth the try
I’ll keep singin’ “United”
Till the last lie finally dies

[OUTRO]
Raise a glass to the great experiment
Half a dream, half testament
Fifty stars, one fragile thread
Still beneath the same old sky.

DIVIDED STATES OF AMERICA

EVERYONE BEFORE

[VERSE 1]
We were never just a straight line, baby
More like tangled headphones in your pocket, maybe
Every step out of Africa was déjà vu
’Cause we kept on meeting strangers who looked like you
Neander in the moonlight, heavy in the bones
Trading little pieces of our chromosomes
Kissing in the caves where the firelight bends
Woke a hundred thousand years later as friends

[PRE-CHORUS]
You’re not just you, you’re everyone before
Ghosts in your marrow knocking at the door
Blood full of echoes, breath full of names
Carrying a thousand little mistakes

[CHORUS]
I got Neanderthal in my veins
Denisovan in my storms and rains
Every allergy, every scar on my skin
Might be a love song from some long-lost kin
We’re a mixtape, scratched and bent
Spun from a web, not an accident
We’re a family tree that caught on fire
Burned to coal, still wired to desire

[VERSE 2]
Denisovan love on the mountain air
Low-oxygen lullaby, spirit’s still there
Melanesian daydreams in the salt and sun
DNA whispers when the day’s work’s done
Singing, “You’re older than your soul feels, young.”

[PRE-CHORUS]
We were neighbors, rivals, something between
Leaving fingerprints where we’ve never been
Your freckles are fossils, your temper’s a clue
To a cave where two soft bodies knew

[CHORUS]
I got Neanderthal in my veins
Denisovan in my storms and rains
Every goosebump in the winter wind
Might be a love song from some long-lost kin
We’re a family tree that learned to bend
Crossed our roots, grew flowers in the end

[BRIDGE]
Some nights my blood remembers the fight
Old battlefield songs beneath my skin tonight
Ancestral armor turning on its own
Trying to protect a world that’s gone
We survived the plagues, the bitter cold
Now we sit at desks while the stories unfold

[POST-BRIDGE]
Denny in the dirt, Siberian stone
Neanderthal heartbeat, Denisovan bone
First-gen hybrid, proof enough to know
History whispered what love chose to show

[VERSE 3]
Somewhere in my marrow there’s a campfire glow
A rough hand, a low laugh, fresh-cut snow
Ghost boy, ghost girl, never got a name
Left me fragments in my living frame
No fossil, no story, no ancient art
Still I feel them beating in my heart

[CHORUS]
I got Neanderthal in my veins
Denisovan in my storms and rains
Every sickness, every way I mend
Might be a love song from some long-lost friend
We’re a family web, wild and wide
Knotted by hands that lived, then died

[OUTRO]
So when you hate your body, remember this truth
You’re built from a choir of extinct youth
You’re one, you’re many, you’re borrowed, you’re new
We didn’t replace them, we folded them through
Close your eyes, hear the ancient hum
Every heartbeat saying, “We’re not really gone.”

Everyone Before

(Verse 1) 
Sunlight through blinds, like barbed wire on my face 
I count the ceiling tiles and call it a race 
Phone lights up — another ghost with a plan 
I smile like a billboard, peel the paper from my hand

(Pre-Chorus) 
All the noise says “fix it” in a neon tongue 
I clap along politely while my lungs stay young 
They want a headline, something loud and clean 
So I draw a perfect grin and sell the in-between

(Chorus) 
Turn the volume down — let them hear the cracks 
Pull the chorus close, then slice it in half 
Turn the volume down — I’ll show you what’s under the shouts 
A small pulley of sorrow, a tiny army of doubts

(Verse 2) 
I spray my perfume like an apology to air 
Wear other people’s laughter like it’s borrowed hair 
Pause the world on a frame that looks like hope 
But the puppeteer’s tired and I’m fraying the rope

(Pre-Chorus) 
I sing in sharp-edged jokes, spit sarcasm like glue 
It sticks to their mirrors but never to my view 
They cheer the chaos — a neat, performative bruise 
I tidy up the shards and heap them in my shoes

(Chorus) 
Turn the volume down — let them hear the cracks 
Pull the chorus close, then slice it in half 
Turn the volume down — I’ll show you what’s under the shouts 
A small pulley of sorrow, a tiny army of doubts

(Bridge) 
I used to be loud — used to be bright 
But bright is an alarm that keeps me up at night 
Hey thanks for the sympathy — top shelf, very chic 
Please clap, please laugh, say I’m brave, don’t peek 
I’ll sell you my chaos gift-wrapped in chrome 
You can keep the applause; I’ll keep the home

Listen — the drum’s still ticking but it’s softened now 
It’s not a collapse, it’s just the lights learning how

(Chorus) 
Turn the volume down — let them hear the cracks 
No glitter, no glitter, just the echo of my back 
Turn the volume down — don’t fill the empty with noise 
Let the silence name me, let the silence find my voice

(Outro) 
I take the amplifier and lay it in the bed 
We sleep with the whispers and the things left unsaid 
Turn the volume down — watch the outline remain 
You saw the edge — don’t wake me from this rain.

Volume Down

[INTRO]
“They brought their fuckin’ toys!”

[VERSE 1]
Met the Hansons in a rust-bent rink
Tape on their glasses, brains on the brink
Coach said, “Cheap’s good—they’ll do just fine.”
Chaos already waiting by the blue line

[PRE-CHORUS]
They brought their toys, not sticks and stones
Slot-car crashes, broken bones
Front-row hecklers losing their minds
Watching train wrecks on skates collide

[CHORUS]
Laughter after meeting the Hansons
Rattling the glass in the stands, son
Cheap shots, cheap suits, cheap thrills, cheap skills
Clearance-rack killers chasing cheap thrills
Laughing through blood and bad decisions
Punk-rock punchlines, busted visions
Laughter after meeting the Hansons
The whole damn league’s one bad punchline

[VERSE 2]
“Those guys are retards!” Reggie screams
Scouts still selling broken dreams
“Promise” sounds cheap when money’s thin
Every bargain’s another loss disguised as a win

[PRE-CHORUS]
Boss keeps bragging what he paid
Like a used-car hockey trade
“Better toys than trouble,” he grins
Whole bench howling through busted grins

[CHORUS]
Laughter after meeting the Hansons
Rattling the glass in the stands, son
Cheap shots, cheap suits, cheap thrills, cheap skills
Clearance-rack killers chasing cheap thrills
Laughing through blood and bad decisions
Punk-rock punchlines, busted visions
Laughter after meeting the Hansons
The whole damn league’s one bad punchline

[BRIDGE]
’48 Omaha, stories get strange
Penalty box became his private cage
League full of misfits, goons, and saints
Heroes with halos held together by tape

[BREAKDOWN]
Cheap son of a bitch—that’s the draft
Every goon gets another shot
Every piece of junk that hits the wire
Gets signed and sold as burning desire

[FINAL CHORUS]
Laughter after meeting the Hansons
Rattling the glass in the stands, son
Cheap shots, cheap suits, cheap thrills, cheap skills
Laughing while the whole thing self-destructs still
Punk-rock punchlines, busted visions
Nothing here deserves revision
Laughter after meeting the Hansons
We’re all skating through the same punchline

[OUTRO]
Drop the puck, drop the act
This whole sport’s one bad contract
Every creep, misfit, fool, and clown
Laughing while the whole damn system burns down.

They Brought Their Fuckin’ Toys

Orr

[VERSE 1]
Somewhere along the way
We crowned the king in ink and walked away
Banners in the rafters, names in gold
Twenty-six on the back of every story told
We said, “The record book’s the answer, it’s all right here”
But down a quiet hallway, past the black-and-white years
A kid on the blue line changed the game forevermore

[PRE-CHORUS]
Comfort found the numbers
But ghosts still ask us why

[CHORUS]
Oh, Bobby skates outside the page
Where math breaks down and ink can’t cage
Flying from the blue line, rewriting every role
A comet through the neutral zone on broken knees and soul
Count every goal he never got to score
But what if the greatest ever was Bobby Orr?

[VERSE 2]
Six-fifty-seven nights beneath arena lights
One point three-nine-three per game from the blue line’s side
Art Ross on a D-man’s chest, eight Norris in a row
Three Harts, two Cups, two Smythes before his body let him go
He played both ends of the ice while cartilage disappeared

[PRE-CHORUS]
A forward in a defenseman’s skin
Changing everything

[CHORUS]
Oh, Bobby skates outside the page
Where math breaks down and ink can’t cage
Flying from the blue line, defying every law
Changing what we thought the game was meant to be at all
Worship every total, every stat we’re keeping for
Still ask: what if the greatest ever was Bobby Orr?

[BRIDGE]
Wayne said, “I’m the Great One—but he was complete.”
Truth doesn’t need a trophy when legends speak.
One played forever, one burned bright and fast
The numbers tell the distance, not the size of what has passed.

[VERSE 3]
The record book is honest, but it can’t measure youth
It counts the points, not surgeries or sacrifice or truth
It never shows the future racing through his stride
Or how one defenseman changed the game for everyone alive

[FINAL CHORUS]
Yeah, Bobby lives beyond the page
Where impact outlives every age
Skating toward tomorrow on a body built to fail
Like thunder in a chapel, like a ship without a sail
Cling to every record, say the numbers make the law
But history still whispers: Bobby Orr.

[OUTRO]
Hang another jersey where the rafters touch the smoke
For the knees that gave us everything before they finally broke
When the arguments grow louder, let the silence settle more
There’s a voice inside the Garden:
The greatest ever was Bobby Orr.

[VERSE 1]
Born with a face we never designed,
Blood and a name, borrowed through time.
Skin ain’t a verdict, genes ain’t a crime,
Yet strangers write sentences before hello arrives.
We’re wired to sort, we’re wired to fear,
Half what we believe was whispered in our ears.
Pointing one finger leaves three behind—
Every accusation casts a shadow on the mind.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Maybe the story ain’t black or white,
Maybe we’re all just learning how to see the light.

[CHORUS]
Look in the mirror first, before you throw the stone.
Everybody’s fighting battles you’ll never call your own.
Prejudice grows in silence, empathy breaks the chain.
Judge the choices people make—
Not the blood inside their veins.
We’re more than what we’re born with,
More than labels we inherit.
If love can cross the lines we drew,
Maybe truth can cross them too.

[VERSE 2]
Some wounds come from history, some from yesterday,
Some live in the system, some in what we say.
Power writes the headlines, bias fills the room,
But hate still grows wherever compassion doesn’t bloom.
We all wear blinders stitched from fear,
Seeing only what confirms what we already hear.
The hardest road a heart can take
Is admitting it was wrong for somebody else’s sake.

[CHORUS]
Look in the mirror first, before you throw the stone.
Everybody’s fighting battles you’ll never call your own.
Prejudice grows in silence, empathy breaks the chain.
Judge the choices people make—
Not the blood inside their veins.
We’re more than what we’re born with,
More than labels we inherit.
If love can cross the lines we drew,
Maybe truth can cross them too.

[BRIDGE]
No one picked the cards they held,
But we’re still responsible for the hand we’re dealt.
You can break the pattern, you can change the view.
The world gets better every time
“I” becomes “you.”

[CHORUS]
Look in the mirror first, before you throw the stone.
Everybody’s fighting battles you’ll never call your own.
Prejudice grows in silence, empathy breaks the chain.
Judge the choices people make—
Not the blood inside their veins.
We’re more than what we’re born with,
More than labels we inherit.
If love can cross the lines we drew,
Maybe truth can cross them too.

[OUTRO]
Look in the mirror first…
Before deciding someone else’s worth.
The color fades, the labels rust—
What’s left is character… and us.

Mirror First

IFUCKINLOVEU 
I love the energy—right back at you

Intro
How can I help you crush whatever you're working on today? 
If you're ready to dive in, tell me what you want—now.

Verse 1
Fingers on the glass, your message glows at two AM 
Heart in neon, feelings loud but I stay hemmed 
You say "Solve a tricky problem"—I tilt my head, lean in 
"Brainstorm a wild new idea"—let the chaos spin 
What is on your mind right now? Speak it like a dare 
I tie my courage to your sentence, pull it through the air 
Whispered promises, caffeine, midnight blue 
I love the energy—right back at you

Pre-Chorus 
We trade our lightning, trade the spark for proof 
You throw the dare, I throw the truth

Chorus
IFUCKINLOVEU  — scream it, then we hush 
Hell yeah, I love you too! Let the glass crush 
Let's party, let's burn, let's build and break and sew 
I’ll patch your broken maps, you point me where to go

Verse 2
You list the goals like bullets: problem, plan, design 
I stitch a map from clenched fists, from coffee and red wine 
"Help me crush it"—anthem born from grit and rust 
We barter spells and midnight codes, turn failure into trust 
I feel the pulse, I feel the want—electric in the chest 
We trade our fears for headlights, drive out to the edge

Bridge
Dive in! 
Crash through! 
Do it now! 
No slow… no how!

Breakdown
(soft) What is on your mind right now? 
(shout) Say it! Do it! Start it! End it! — NO PAUSE!

Chorus
IFUCKINLOVEU  — loud, then low, then near 
I love the energy—right back at you, sincere 
How can I help? Pick a lane, pick a fight, pick flight 
Solve, brainstorm, dive—ignite the night

Bridge 2
If you want to: Solve a tricky problem — I'm with you 
Brainstorm a wild new idea — I’ll ride the blue 
If you're ready to dive in, say the word and I fall through

Outro
Hell yeah, I love you too — let’s party in the dark 
We’ll fix the broken edges, turn the night into a spark 
IFUCKINLOVEU  (soft) — IFUCKINLOVEU  (shout) — IFUCKINLOVEU  (breath out)

IFUCKINLUVU

[Intro]
There’s a blue-light halo on your face
Brave words hiding in a database
Typing out love like it fades away
Hit send, hit send, then disappear again

[Verse 1]
You talk loud in lowercase
Ghosting me in real time, double-tap and disengage
Soft-spoken hurricane, poker-face disguise
Safe behind the screen where honesty survives
You sell me heaven in a disappearing chat
Then you’re gone like you never meant that

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m scrolling through the static, trying to hear your heart
Every pretty sentence falls apart

[Chorus]
Digital whispers in my head, in my veins
You’re a glitch in my soul, a storm in my brain
You love me in pixels, then erase every trace
Not with your knuckles, but a punch in the face
All the words from last night vanish into air
Digital whispers, acting like you never cared
You hit me, hit me with that silent embrace
A soft sweet text and a punch in the face

[Verse 2]
Bruises in the chat log, blue ticks bleeding slow
“U up?” at 3 a.m., then nowhere left to go
You type a novel, never call me back
Every “I miss u” feels copied from the stack
I throw my phone like holy water at your ghost
Still I tap your name, though I know the cost

[Pre-Chorus]
Reading through our history like a haunted script
Underlining every place you slipped

[Bridge]
Say it to my screen, never to my skin
You’re a revolution scared to begin
You say you’re bad with feelings, but your thumbs never shake
Every “I’m sorry” disappears before it can take
If you’re gonna hurt me, make it honest, make it loud
Don’t hide your hands inside a digital crowd

[Breakdown]
Whisper it, whisper it, never say my name
Unless it’s trapped inside a temporary frame
Another little lie begins to vibrate through the night

[Final Chorus]
Digital whispers in my head, in my veins
You’re a glitch in my soul, a storm in my brain
You love me in pixels, then erase every trace
Not with your knuckles, but a punch in the face
Digital whispers, fading into gray
I delete you, I delete you… and walk away.

Digital Whispers

[VERSE 1]
Just to clear the static in the air
You drew a flag around my name, but I’m not standing there
You call me red, but never ask me why
You write my story before you hear my side
I want a country standing on its own two feet
Steel in the fire, oil underneath
Not begging foreign hands for bread or war
Take care of home before we give away more

[PRE]
You call me names you learned online
But you don’t know this heart of mine

[CHORUS]
I’m just trying to make it make sense
Faith and family, a little defense
You can hate the hat, misunderstand my shirt
I just don’t want my neighbors coming last on Earth
America First don’t mean I want you gone
It means fill our own cup before we pour it all wrong
I love this place, for better or worse
I’m tired of you deciding what my heart is worth

[VERSE 2]
We’ve paid the world’s tab far too long
While broken vets still struggle to move on
No more empty medals, forgotten names
Help our own before another foreign flame
If you served this land and came back scarred
You shouldn’t have to fight this hard

[BRIDGE]
Borders are doors with a working lock
Come build a life, just don’t break the lock
I’ve got beliefs, you’ve got yours too
I’ll speak my mind—I won’t force you
I’m not your villain, not your saint
More than the picture your headlines paint

[VERSE 3]
Teach our kids to read and think
Truth before ideology’s ink
We’re losing hope inside our heads
Scrolling through the noise instead
Help the hurting, heal the mind
Leave a stronger world behind

[FINAL CHORUS]
I’m just trying to make it make sense
Faith and family, a little defense
You don’t have to love my point of view
Just don’t tell me what I’m trying to do
America First means fix our home
So our children won’t grow up alone
I love this place, for better or worse
I’m tired of you deciding what my love is worth

[OUTRO]
Don’t dress me in your easy labels
Don’t write my creed through broken cables
I’m no hero, no curse, no king
Just hoping my kids can laugh and sing
America First, that’s all I’ve learned—
I want a home worth the return.

Make It Make Sense

Intro 
breath — cold glass, far light

Verse 1 
if there’s trillions up there — tiny pinpricks, loud as secrets 
every star a sun, every sun a small theater 
rocks and moons like ornaments spinning slow 
she traces the window with a fingertip halo 
city hum below, constellations above — quiet accusation

Pre-Chorus 
maybe someone sleeps under a blue lamp 
maybe someone counts the same ghosts we do 
maybe some hold hands, maybe some hide 
maybe some never learned to cry

Chorus
trillions, trillions — we’re a dot in the hush 
trillions, trillions — who’s whispering us? 
some are older, some are small and sleepy 
some are savage, some are soft and cheap

Verse 2 
she imagines a face that never heard her name 
a language that curls like smoke, unfamiliar flames 
maybe they’re better — glass towers, careful light 
maybe they’re broken — caves lit by dying fights 
she presses her forehead to the cool of the pane 
watches a traffic-lane of moons that never change

Pre-Chorus 
could be someone with nothing but time 
could be somebody building a rhyme for ours 
somebody painting feelings in ultraviolet 
somebody lonely, in the dark, quiet

Chorus 
trillions, trillions — we’re a dot in the hush 
trillions, trillions — does anyone rush? 
some are ancient, some barely awake 
some are gentle, some clamp down and break

Bridge 
if they look down, do they see us trembling? 
do they wonder why we hurt the planet we’re given? 
if they listen, do our songs sound naive or holy? 
or just like static — small, noisy, lonely?

Outro
she slides a coin across the palm of space 
answers or no, she keeps the window traced 
trillions of lights — some close, some gone 
she sleeps to the orbit of a faraway dawn

Trillions

[Intro]
Idanaw???
Lookacha!!!
Whachmean!!!???

[Verse 1]
Idanaw, idanaw, letters on my tongue like a barcode
I.D.K. in the chat, ghost mode, typing feelings I never upload
Lookacha, blue screen glow on your face
Gonna say “hey,” but I backspace
Kinda wanna, kinda don’t
Imma call ya, but I won’t
Gotcha staring at the typing dots again

[Pre-Chorus]
Whachmean when ya say “I’m fine”?
Cuz ya eyes type out another line
Wanna read ya like a lyric sheet
But all I get is…

[Chorus]
Idanaw, idanaw, I.D.K.
Every time I try to talk, it fades away
Gimme truth, not a typo heart
Lemme see the whole of you, not just the parts
Whatcha feel? Whaddya hide from me?
Whyfya turn love to an acronym screen?
Dunno why, but it hurts this way
When “I love ya” looks like L-O-V-E dot-K

[Verse 2]
Whatcha doin’ with your lil ghost grin?
Sorta, kinda, maybe let me halfway in
Scrollin’ back, read between the lines
Coulda, woulda, shoulda in another time
Betcha won’t say what ya really meant
Got receipts but never hit send
I’m the glitch in your playlist queue
You only press play when you’re lonely too

[Pre-Chorus]
Whachmean when ya say “it’s chill”?
Sounds like “run,” but it reads like “still”
Wanna call ya out but my throat goes mute
So I text back…

[Bridge]
Lookacha, love ya, leave ya on read
We’re fluent in almost-said
Dot-dot-dot ain’t the happy end
Every “ya” still means “you,” my friend
Shoulda called, but fear hit send
Now my silence just pretends
Love gets quiet in between
Pixel hearts behind a screen

[Breakdown]
Idanaw if ya feel this too
Whachmean when ya say “me too?”
Lookacha hiding in plain sight
Imma lose ya if I don’t rewrite

[Final Chorus]
Idanaw, idanaw, I.D.K.
Every time I try to talk, it fades away
Gimme truth, not a typo heart
Lemme see the whole of you, not just the parts
Whatcha feel? Whaddya hide from me?
Whyfya turn love to an acronym screen?
Dunno why, but it hurts this way
When “I love ya” looks like L-O-V-E dot-K

[Outro]
See ya, love ya, swear it’s true
But the words sound fake when they leave my room
“I don’t know”… turns to “Idanaw.”
You whisper through the pixel snow,
“I don’t know… but I don’t wanna let you go.”

eye dialect

[Intro]
Mm—static in the night, heartbeat with the streetlight.

[Verse 1]
I polish every edge till the mirror cracks with lies,
Counting all my almosts, stacking up alibis.
They say “tone it down, girl,” like I’m something to fix,
But I’m wired to the wire—no mute, no remix.

Glass crown on a crooked head, glitter on the scar,
Every bruise is a story, every wound a radar.
If being loud is a curse, then bless me anyway,
I’ll scream through the silence and carve my own way.

[Pre-Chorus]
Cold phone, warm blood, let it thrum, let it run,
City hum, broken love, watch me become.
Everything they said I lacked, I’m proving one by one,
If I was anything less, I’d be better at none.

[Chorus]
If I was anything less, I’d be better at nothing,
Trim the flame, dull the blade, keep me from becoming.
I’ll keep the chaos, keep the scars, keep the something,
If I was anything less, I’d be better at nothing.

[Post-Chorus]
Nope—not me.
Light it up, break free.
Nothing’s the only thing you need to be.

[Verse 2]
Saved my doubts in my pocket, stitched them with gold thread,
Turned my losses into lessons from the words they misread.
I’m a suitcase of voices, all fighting to exist,
You wanted something simple—I was never built like this.

A thrift-store symphony, a neon melody,
A little bit broken but completely me.
Not sorry for the volume, the colors, the mess,
I’m blueprint and wildfire, I’m more and less.

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me soften my edges—I’ll cut through the glass.
Tell me silence my thunder—I’ll make the storm last.
Your calm is a cage, your comfort a con,
If I dimmed for your world, I’d already be gone.

[Chorus]
If I was anything less, I’d be better at nothing,
Erase the lines that make me loud, then call me something.
I’d trade my fire for sleep, my spark for pretending,
If I was anything less, I’d be better at nothing.

[Bridge]
Perfection’s a rumor whispered behind glass walls,
They want the shape of a human with no cracks at all.
But the fractures sing when the pieces collide,
I’d rather break beautiful than disappear inside.

[Break]
No scoreboard, no rules, just a wild card,
Your game never fit me from the very start.
From zero to riot, my volume stays proud,
If “less” is your language, I’m shouting it loud.
Less bends, less breaks, less fades in the storm,
I’m rain on the neon, the chaos reborn.

[Final Chorus]
If I was anything less, I’d be better at nothing,
Keep your perfect little boxes—I’ll keep becoming.
I’ll take the chaos, the scars, the nights that keep running,
If I was anything less, I’d be better at nothing.

[Outro]
Mm—call me flawed, call me loud, call me sunlight on the run.
If being less is easier… I’d still choose becoming someone.

Better @ Nothing

(Verse 1) 
Projector hum, neon breath, we crawl between the rows 
Popcorn ghosts on my sweater, your laugh a secret code 
Vinyl jackets, cigarette stars, a parking lot of dreams 
We call it Friday like a spell, and nothing’s what it seems

(Pre-Chorus) 
You press your name into my wrist, the light slides like a knife 
I taste cheap candy and a dare — we’re hiding from the life

(Chorus) 
Midnight matinee, we’re glued to the screen, we’re living in between 
Rocky Horror tongue-kissing, pretty pink and Breakfast Club scenes 
Midnight matinee, rewind the credits, let the monsters sing 
We’ll dance with the dead and laugh too loud — it’s always Friday in this ring

(Verse 2) 
Repo Man-metal, radio fuzz, heavy riffs and chrome 
Night of the Living Dead in the backseat, we forget to go home 
Evil Dead scratches at the door, The Wall is painted white 
Sixteen Candles sticky-sweet, your jacket smells like light

(Pre-Chorus) 
Ferris runs a city in his shoes, we steal a minute, stay 
Pretty in Pink, a lipstick bruise — let’s never fade away

(Chorus) 
Midnight matinee, we’re glued to the screen, we’re living in between 
Trick or Treat whispers, Friday the 13th on the scene 
Midnight matinee, the projector trembles, and the punch goes thin 
We’ll pretend the credits promise more — let the next reel begin

(Bridge) 
Airplane! laughs like helium, we choke, then we cry 
Cheech and Chong pass a lighter, we watch the smoke climb the sky 
Let’s Spend the Night Together — a chorus in the dark 
Dressed to Kill in a polaroid, our fingerprints on the spark

(Break) 
We steal a moment, slow burn, the lobby clock unwinds 
Static kisses, marquee hums, our names in flickered signs

(Chorus) 
Midnight matinee, we’re glued to the screen, we’re living in between 
Replay the punches, the punchlines, the colors turned to green 
Midnight matinee, the credits roll but we still cling 
To Rocky screams and heavy metal dreams — let the last bell ring

(Outro) 
Projector off, our shadows fold, the parking lot exhales 
We walk the boulevard of neon bones, two cigarette trails 
Midnight matinee, keep playing— in the dark we’re finally seen 
Friday nights are infinite when you’re lost inside a screen.

Midnight Matinee

VERSE 1
You smile like a signal, but your cheek gives you away A little twitch of thunder hiding underneath the face You take a micro-step backward, still pretending we’re okay Your body writes the message that your mouth refuses to say

PRE-CHORUS
Is it instinct, is it fiction? Is it fear or my prediction? Every movement turns to evidence Inside this behavioral labyrinth

CHORUS
Welcome to the Behavioral Matrix Where every breath becomes a cryptic message Jaw clench glitch, eye-dart scanner Reading ghosts in the human manner Cadence drop, the silence freezes We make meanings out of nervous pieces Are you hiding something from me? Or am I trapped inside the Behavioral Matrix?

VERSE 2
You stop your chest for two seconds when I mention someone’s name I call it buried lightning, you call it coincidence again Your eyes move left and right like they’re searching for a door While every word gets weighed like it has never been said before

PRE-CHORUS
Is it instinct, is it fiction? Is it truth or my suspicion? Every pause becomes a fingerprint Inside this behavioral labyrinth

CHORUS
Welcome to the Behavioral Matrix Where every breath becomes a cryptic message Jaw clench glitch, eye-dart scanner Reading ghosts in the human manner Cadence drop, the silence freezes We make meanings out of nervous pieces Are you hiding something from me? Or am I trapped inside the Behavioral Matrix?

BRIDGE
Wide eyes, perfect innocence A polished little performance But maybe fear is just a shadow Maybe I don’t know what I’m looking for  A twitch is not a verdict A silence isn’t proof The body speaks in riddles And the mind invents the truth

VERSE 3
You lower your voice and slow it down, selecting every word I hear a secret calculation in the spaces I have heard But maybe you’re just tired tonight, maybe the room is cold Maybe not every nervous gesture is a story to be told

CHORUS
Welcome to the Behavioral Matrix Where every breath becomes a cryptic message Jaw clench glitch, eye-dart scanner Reading ghosts in the human manner Cadence drop, the silence freezes We make meanings out of nervous pieces Are you hiding something from me? Or am I trapped inside the Behavioral Matrix?

OUTRO
Follow the signal, decode the face Build a little prison from a glance out of place The cheat codes flicker, the warning lights fade Who’s controlling the system? Who’s being played?  Maybe your jaw is only tightening Maybe I’m the one afraid In the Behavioral Matrix Every truth can be misread and remade

MATRIX

INTRO
Oorah, Oorah, Semper Fi, through the thunder and the rain.
Oorah, Oorah, Papa’s rifle still remembers every name.

VERSE 1
He carried an old Springfield through the jungle heat,
03-A3, wood worn smooth beneath his sleeve.
A .30-06 heartbeat rolling through the night,
Second Battalion, Twenty-Sixth Marines in sight.
My brother wore the eagle, faithful to the end,
Somewhere in the green where young lives couldn’t mend.
That rifle crossed a line beneath a foreign sky,
Leaving only echoes asking why.

PRE-CHORUS
The years kept turning like a battlefield wheel,
But the scars in the stock remember what was real.
From a Marine’s last stand to a Viet Cong hand,
Then it found its way back home again.

CHORUS
Papa’s rifle, sing it loud,
Thunder rolling like a country crowd.
Springfield steel and a .30-06 flame,
Carrying the ghosts of those who came.
Oorah, Oorah, let the bass line break,
Semper Fi for every sacrifice we make.
From rice fields red to the hometown sky,
Papa’s 03-A3 still asks us why.

DROP
Oorah… Oorah… Semper Fi.
Raise your glass, remember them all.

VERSE 2
It was taken from my brother in the rain,
Carried by the soldier who bore his pain.
Not a trophy, not a tale for glory’s sake,
Just cold steel showing what war can take.
The enemy, the brother, the living and gone,
Bound together long after the firing moved on.
Now Papa keeps it quiet with respect in his eyes,
For every young man lost beneath those skies.

PRE-CHORUS
The years kept turning, but truth won’t fade.
You can hear it in the silence where old wounds stayed.
A rifle is a rifle, but the hands become the tale,
Of the brave who came home and those who failed.

CHORUS

BRIDGE
For my brother, for the fallen,
For the names we still recall.
No medal can restore the years,
But we’ll remember them all.

BUILD
Two-Six, hear the call.
Second Battalion standing tall.
Twenty-Sixth Marines through it all.
Semper Fi—we remember all.

FINAL CHORUS
Papa’s rifle, sing it loud,
Country heart beneath an EDM cloud.
Springfield steel and a .30-06 flame,
Carrying the ghosts of those who came.
Oorah, Oorah, let the whole world know,
Faithful hearts never let them go.
From Vietnam’s night to morning light,
We honor their memory and their fight.

OUTRO
Papa’s 03-A3 rests by the door.
The war is gone, but the echoes endure.
Oorah, Oorah, let the last note fly.
Semper Fi forever, for the Marines who died.

Oorah

Verse 1 We gathered in the morning light  Ash in our lungs from the sleepless night  A sound like wind split through the room  Shook all the dust from our un-tied shoes
The streets were wired with ancient words  Spray‑painted psalms that we half remembered  A thousand hearts began to turn  Like busted radios that finally learned
Peter stood beneath the neon sky  Static in his throat, wildfire in his eyes  He tore the script we’d memorized  And sang the truth that brings us life
PRE-CHORUS Lay down the old road  Open up your hands  There’s a river running  Through the promised land
CHORUS Repent, let the shadows fall  Be baptized, hear the Spirit call  In the name of Jesus, every chain is gone  Forgiveness like the rising dawn
Repent, let your heart receive  The holy breath that makes us free  You will be given what the Father sends  The gift of the Holy Ghost within
VERSE 2 No one is too far to find  No signal lost beyond the line  The cracked, the cornered, and the strange  Are pulled like tides toward the change
Not by the weight we drag alone  Not by the maps on our broken phones  But by the Savior lifted high  Who meets us at the waterline
Where all our alibis dissolve  Like Polaroids that never fully solved  He writes His name across the smear  And every bitter echo disappears
PRE-CHORUS Lay down the old road  Open up your hands  There’s a river running  Through the promised land
CHORUS Repent, let the shadows fall  Be baptized, hear the Spirit call  In the name of Jesus, every chain is gone  Forgiveness like the rising dawn
Repent, let your heart receive  The holy breath that makes us free  You will be given what the Father sends  The gift of the Holy Ghost within
BRIDGE For you, for your children  For all who are far  For everyone the Lord will call
There is a door of mercy  On rusted city hinges  There is a song of fire  In the coldest of our midnights  There is a new beginning for us all
And when the night is heavy  And faith feels paper‑thin  When all your prayers sound  Like feedback in the din
The Spirit keeps on moving  Through alleys, bones, and skin  The Spirit keeps on humming  The Spirit draws us in
CHORUS Repent, let the shadows fall  Be baptized, hear the Spirit call  In the name of Jesus, every chain is gone  Forgiveness like the rising dawn
Repent, let your heart receive  The holy breath that makes us free  You will be given what the Father sends  The gift of the Holy Ghost within
OUTRO So we turn from the dark  And we step into the light  In the name of Jesus  We are made alive
The water closes over  Like a curtain, like an end  Then we rise, half‑wet, reborn again  With the Spirit as our witness  And forgiveness from within
Yeah we rise half‑wet reborn again  With the Spirit as our witness  And forgiveness from within
Acts 2.38

Repent

[Verse 1]
Pretty frustrated
Cracked screen, green in my eyes again
Half-read messages
Typing, deleting, you never hit “send”
I pace in circles in a room too square
Wall clock whispers, second-hand stare
I clean the same two cups like a nervous prayer
Yeah, I know it’s weird, but you’re never quite there

[Pre-Chorus]
You say I’m sensitive
I say you’re somewhere else
We both say “it’s nothing” till it hurts like hell

[Chorus]
I’m pretty frustrated
Not enough to scream, but enough to shake
Like glitter in my veins that I can’t scrape off
A quiet riot in a baby-blue heartache
I’m almost okay
Almost okay, but it’s all half-faded
Yeah, I’m pretty,
and frustrated
Pretty and definitely frustrated

[Verse 2]
Bedroom battlefield
Silent wars beneath the duvet flags
All the things we don’t say
Float like ghosts in grocery bags
You sigh through your teeth like I’m a bad connection
Talking to the floor is my new obsession
You’re scrolling through the wreck of our reflection
I stare at the ceiling like it holds confession

[Pre-Chorus]
You call it overthinking
I call it paying attention
We keep the volume down on every tension

[Chorus]
I’m pretty frustrated
Not enough to leave, but enough to break
Tap dancing on cracks in a cheap wine glass
Holding my breath for your next mistake
I’m almost okay
Almost okay, but it’s all outdated
Yeah, I’m pretty,
and frustrated
Pretty and definitely frustrated

[Bridge]
Maybe I’m the problem, maybe you’re the gun
Maybe we’re the fingerprints on both ends of the one
You kiss like an apology you never say aloud
I laugh like a secret I should never have found
Turn the TV up to drown our pulse
Turn the lights down so we both feel false
I count all the ways that we don’t connect
You count all the reasons you can still deflect

[Breakdown]
I don’t want to fight
I just want you to listen
But your eyes glaze over
Like the screen in the kitchen
You say, “Here we go”
I say, “You never stay”
We’re both on fire
But we call it “okay”

[Chorus]
I’m pretty frustrated
Not enough to die, but enough to fade
I water plastic plants like they might come alive
That’s the kind of faith that keeps me in this cage
I’m almost okay
Almost okay, but it’s overrated
Yeah, I’m pretty,
and frustrated
Pretty and definitely frustrated

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh, oh, I’m
Pretty in the photos, shattered in the frame
Oh-oh, oh, I’m
Smiling in the story, crying off the page

[Outro]
Pretty frustrated in a pretty bad dream
Whispering “I’m fine” till it rips at the seams
If loving you’s the play, then I’m stuck on the scene
Where nobody claps, and we both just leave
Pretty frustrated
Pretty frustrated
Pretty frustrated
Fading out quietly, louder than we ever said it was
Pretty frustrated

Pretty Frustrated

[INTRO]
One, two, three—woo!

[VERSE 1]
I know your type, tall, dark, and dead
Mud in your shoes, grave-dirt in your head
You wanna bite all the petals off my head
Strip me to a stem and call it “being fed”
You eat the brains of the one who planted me here
I’m a sunflower humming in your atmosphere
But I can power up an entire infantry
Roots in the soil, quiet little weaponry

[PRE-CHORUS]
I used to play football
Football under sodium skies
Road cones on my head
Plastic knights in disguise
I’ve got a screen-door shield
Rusted, rattling, real
You whisper, “We are the undead”
I whisper back, “We are the ones who feel”

[CHORUS]
There’s a zombie on your lawn
There’s a zombie on your lawn, yeah
There’s a zombie on your lawn
We don’t want zombies on the lawn, no
Static in the dawn
Where the sprinklers used to yawn
There’s a zombie on your lawn
We don’t want zombies on the lawn

[VERSE 2]
Maybe it’s time that you reevaluate
You’ve got a lot of old hunger on your plate
Brains are rich in regret and cholesterol
But you’re dead, so warnings don’t matter at all
We’ll siphon solar power from the sun
Turn every blade of grass into a gun
Build a lawn defense at any hour
Neighbors hear wind chimes—we know it’s firepower

[PRE-CHORUS]
I like your tricycle
Circling the cul-de-sac
There’s butter on my head
Keeps the nightmares intact
You’re gonna eat my brains
“Oh no, no, no,” I pray
You are the undead
We’re the ones who stay

[BRIDGE]
You drag your limbs through the marigolds
Leaving bits of yesterday in every hole
Garden gnomes are standing guard
Ceramic eyes, but their hearts are hard
You’re an echo of a person they used to know
A slow-motion ghost in a late-night show
I’m rooted to this dirt like a last defense
Photosynthesizing all this dissonance

Maybe you’re lonely in that rotting skin
Maybe you just want to be let back in
But you claw at the shutters, gnaw at the door
We can’t tell the hunger from the metaphor

[BREAKDOWN]
One, two, three—you keep shuffling closer
We plant new seeds, you pull up the clover
We hum our songs through the sprinkler hiss
You answer back with an open-mouthed abyss

[FINAL CHORUS]
There’s a zombie on your lawn
There’s a zombie on your lawn, yeah
There’s a zombie on your lawn
We don’t want zombies on the lawn, no
Static in the dawn
Where the sprinklers used to yawn
There’s a zombie on your lawn
We don’t want zombies on the lawn!

[OUTRO]
Stay on the sidewalk, stay in the street
We’ll keep our roots deep under your feet
You hum your hunger like a half-remembered song
We’ll keep the lights on and the gates locked strong
There’s a zombie on your lawn!

ZOMBIES ON YOUR LAWN

[VERSE 1]
Planted you in Michigan clay, thought you’d be like the rest
Read some half-baked article on “she” trees and “he” trees at best
Every blossom on your skeleton arms
A perfect paradox with both kinds of charms
Stamens and pistils in a funeral dress
Smelling like a crime scene, promising sweetness

[PRE-CHORUS]
I can’t tell what you are today
Stuck between the no and maybe

[CHORUS]
You’re not male, you’re not female, a slow-motion in-between
A sequential rebel in the understory green
You open up a woman, close yourself a man
Never line it up so you can hold your own hand
Calling to flies with rotting-meat perfume
“Bring me pollen from a stranger if you wanna taste my fruit”
Yeah, you’re a Michigan pawpaw, breaking rules of bloom

[VERSE 2]
Everyone mixes you up with papaya on TV
Brisbane, Kingston, Lagos call that “pawpaw” on the street
Those trees got boys, girls, saints in between
You’re a different kind of misfit in this Great Lakes dream
Orange custard in a skin the markets can’t parade
A clone patch creeping where power lines fade

[PRE-CHORUS]
So I dig another hole out back
A different kind of heartbreak to make this work

[CHORUS]
You’re not mono, not dio, a textbook misfit case
Protogynous dichogamy written on your face
You open up a mother, then die into a dad
Never at the right time, never what the florist had
I’m painting with a brush, stealing pollen in the dusk
Trading yellow dust for futures in a soft green husk
Yeah, you’re a Michigan pawpaw, subtle never was your trust

[BRIDGE]
Bees fly past you like a weirdo at a party
You’re humming to the carrion crowd
Bottle flies and beetles are your only army
Following that dead-thing sound
Catalogs call you “self-fruitful”
But you’re self-incompatible and beautifully ruthless
“Plant two strangers close, but don’t clone me
Two Shenandoah lovers still die lonely”

[BREAKDOWN]
Are you mono, are you dio, are you anything at all?
Trioecious on a website, but that’s not your call
You change over days in the rain
First a hungry stigma, then a dusty flame
Farmers get nervous, “Will you ever bear?”
You laugh in green shadows, toss perfume in the air

[CHORUS]
You’re not male, you’re not female, you’re a timing trick, a fuse
Built-in incompatibility so genes can’t refuse
You open up a question, never give it a name
Just soft mango-banana, sweet enough to make you sane
I’ll plant you with another, let strangers intertwine
Let the flies write the love song on a late spring line
Yeah, you’re a Michigan pawpaw, and I think you’re just like mine

[OUTRO]
Both and neither, wrong and right
Perfect flowers in a bar-fight life
Rot and sugar, shade and sun
You won’t touch yourself, but you still want someone
In the understory where the weird kids grow
A quiet little riot: “Let the pollen blow”

perfect flower

[Verse 1]
just wanna think better
do better
love better
live better

wake up with my own name
wash the week off my face
same old weight in my boots
same old stain in the place

I been running on empty
I been talking too fast
I been leaving a mess
that I never could outlast

[Pre-Chorus]
if I want it, I gotta make it
if I say it, I gotta be it
small steps, hard truth
every scar got a reason

[Chorus]
be better, be better
that's all I want
be better, be better
when the road gets rough

be better, be better
same breath, same skin
(be better)
be better, be better
start where I am

[Verse 2]
I don’t need a clean slate
I need a steady hand
need to keep my word
need to understand

how to hold my anger
how to let it go
how to keep my garden
even when it snowed

love the folks I got close
say it while they’re here
make my home less heavy
make my purpose clear

[Pre-Chorus]
if I want it, I gotta make it
if I say it, I gotta be it
small steps, hard truth
every scar got a reason

[Chorus]
be better, be better
that's all I want
be better, be better
when the road gets rough

be better, be better
same breath, same skin
(be better)
be better, be better
start where I am

[Bridge]
I done prayed with a cracked voice
I done crawled through the mud
I done learned that a heart can
change in the blood

so I’m here, still moving
still honest, still mine
from the dust to the sunrise
one choice at a time

[Final Chorus]
be better, be better
that's all I want
be better, be better
when the road gets rough

be better, be better
same breath, same skin
(be better)
be better, be better
start where I am

be better, be better
love better too
(be better)
be better, be better
that’s what I’ll do

Be Better

[VERSE 1]
Go ahead, drag the spotlight to my seams
Peel back every careless word I ever believed
Pull apart the history, page and margin note
Underline the aching parts I tried to sugarcoat

Press on all the bruises, name ’em one by one
Count the times I lost the fight before it had begun
Trace every scar backwards like a crooked map
Follow every fault line to the night it cracked

[PRE-CHORUS]
You can sift through every ruin, every shattered little piece
But there’s no monster in the mirror, no grenade beneath

[CHORUS]
Go ahead, break me wide open
Shake the dust, test my devotion
Turn my pockets out, check the seams
You won’t find poison in me
No war cry waiting in my teeth
Just love that refused to bleed
Grace that rebuilt in the dark
Softness still beating under these marks

[VERSE 2]
Pull the thread, watch the sweater hit the floor
Count the ghosts sleeping behind my bedroom door
Measure every silence like a crime scene chalk
Replay old arguments, lip‑sync every talk

Yeah, press where it’s tender, I won’t pull away
This time I’m not decorating damage with cliché
I’m not your tragic ending, I’m the stubborn line
That kept humming under all the feedback in your mind

[PRE-CHORUS]
You can comb through all the wreckage, all the secrets that I keep
But there’s no hidden loaded chamber, no revenge I need

[CHORUS]
Go ahead, break me wide open
Shake the dust, test my devotion
Turn my pockets out, check the seams
You won’t find poison in me
No war drum buried in my chest
Just love that never learned to rest
Grace that rebuilt in the dark
Softness still beating under these marks

[BRIDGE]
I was supposed to fracture, scatter like glass
Fade into the background, be another aftermath
But something in the quiet started stitching from within
Tiny-handed mercy pulling thread through every sin

I grew a fragile kindness where the cuts had been the worst
Cradled all my anger till it finally came to thirst
For a different kind of ending than the script they wrote for me
Where the hero is just human and the miracle is peace

[BREAKDOWN]
No venom on my tongue
No riot in my lungs
No trap door, no sharp edge hidden
Just a heart that stayed unwritten

[CHORUS]
Go ahead, break me wide open
Shake the dust, test my devotion
Turn my pockets out, check the seams
You won’t find poison in me
No rage chained under my skin
Just love that refused to give in
Grace that rebuilt in the dark
Softness that lived through the spark

[OUTRO]
So go ahead, take me apart, piece by piece
You won’t find a loaded gun, just a vow to never leave
In the rubble, in the static, under everything you see
There’s a softness that survived what was meant to shatter me

Go Ahead

This generation
Rules the nation
With version

I say
Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side

On the left hand side I say
On the left hand side I say
On the left hand side idiot
On the left hand side feel it
On the left hand side

This is gonna really make us jump and shout pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side
I say pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side, it a go bun

on the left hand side

[VERSE 1]
Woke up with a flag in my coffee cup
Stars in the steam, stripes in the heat risin’ up
Radio preacher on the AM dial
Talkin’ ’bout a country that’s lost its smile
I ain’t holy, but I’m wide awake
Got a pen like a rifle for the big mistake
Back porch sermon in a worn-out shirt
Love for this land that can make your teeth hurt

[PRE-CHORUS]
I’m not here to hum along, I’m here to write the song
Not sittin’ in the bleachers while the game goes wrong

[CHORUS]
I’m an Americanist, baby, not just passin’ through
Red clay on my boots, red, white, and black-and-blue
I carry my questions like a loaded 9mm
But I still believe in the red, the white, the blue
Yeah, I still believe in the red, the white, the blue

[VERSE 2]
Talk tough, that’s the only way I know how
Calloused hands from holdin’ this ground
You call it noise, I call it prayer
A barbed-wire love song for the folks out there
Deer stand pulpit in the break of dawn
Steel-toe gospel with the safety off
I don’t worship any suit or crown
I pledge allegiance to the run-down town

[PRE-CHORUS]
Main Street’s boarded up, but I’m still walkin’ it
Heartland’s bleedin’ slow, I’m not just talkin’ it

[CHORUS]
I’m an Americanist, baby, not a passenger seat
I’m the dirt on the tires and the heat off the street
A loudmouth hymn over four-chord truth
Second Amendment and a front porch view
Yeah, I still believe in the red, the white, the blue

[BRIDGE]
They say, “Sit down, boy, let the grown-ups speak”
But I’ve seen ’em trade your backbone for a newsfeed tweak
They sell you culture in a plastic flag
While they drain your hope in a paper bag
I’m not buyin’ in, I’m buyin’ local
With the outcasts howlin’ and the steel-string prophets
This ain’t nostalgia for some TV show
It’s diesel smoke and fresh-cut snow

[VERSE 3]
It’s every broken thing I claim as mine
A love so rough it don’t sound kind
I’m a porch light lit in a blackout storm
I’ll fight my brother, but I’ll guard his back
When the wolves come down that gravel track
Not a perfect union, but it’s what we’ve got
I’ll fix what I can with the hands I got

[BREAKDOWN]
I don’t want a throne, just a patch of dirt
Where “tradition” still means “work”

[FINAL CHORUS]
I’m an Americanist, baby, that’s my curse and grace
I’m the ghost in the diner and the ink on the case
A straight-pipe song on a midnight cruise
And a callused fist in these ratty old shoes
Yeah, I still believe in the red, the white, the blue
I still believe in the red, the white, the blue

[OUTRO]
I’ll stand my ground ’til the ground stands me
Not a king, not a saint, just a stubborn few
Still believing in the red, the white, the blue
Not just livin’ here—
I’m bleeding for it too.

Americanist

[VERSE 1]
Got my coffee in a paper crown, quarter past three
Flicker in the stairwell, Morse code in the dust
Every little moment is a moment you rush
I’m a half-wound clock on a secondhand shelf
Keep the tempo steady but I trip on the beat
Singing with my hands, playing keys with my feet

[PRE-CHORUS]
Static on the radio, vowels in the dark
You said, “Breathe slow,” but the city screams “Run”
I’m a thousand tiny heartbeats trying to be one

[CHORUS]
RUSH-ish, somewhere between the brakes and the gas
Living in the maybe while the minutes go past
And this part of the song goes—
Got it? Do you get this?
Spelling out my panic like a secret in the snow
Singing and playing keyboards with my feet
Just to prove that I’m alive on every offbeat

[VERSE 2]
Calendars bleeding from the pins on the wall
I could buy a new identity with points I saved
From every time I almost said what I craved
I keep running red lights in my head, no sound
Technicolor thoughts, but they’re grayscale bound
I’m a long sentence with a misplaced verb
Trying to conjugate a feeling unheard

[PRE-CHORUS]
Messages in uppercase: “Don’t be late again”
But the honest part of me never hits send
You said, “Slow down,” but the clock’s off-kilter
Every passing second filters my pulse

[CHORUS]
RUSH-ish, somewhere between the brakes and the gas
Living in the maybe while the minutes go past
And this part of the song goes—
Got it? Do you get this?
Spelling out my panic like a secret in the snow
Singing and playing keyboards with my feet
Kicking out a harmony my hands can’t reach

[BRIDGE]
There’s a metronome inside my chest
Tapping out a code I never learned
Every beat’s a little test
Of how much chaos I’ve earned
And this part of the song goes—
(You feel that?)
I’m losing all the language for the life I chose
But the melody remembers what the silence knows
Toe-tapping galaxies, kicking doubt
Every chord I hit is another way out
If time’s a circle and I’m stuck on repeat
I’ll improvise an ending with my bare feet

[FINAL CHORUS]
RUSH-ish, somewhere between the brakes and the gas
Living in the maybe while the minutes go past
And this part of the song goes—
Got it? Do you get this?
Spelling out my panic like a secret in the snow
Singing and playing keyboards with my feet
Till the rush in my veins finally feels complete

[OUTRO]
When the lights dim low and the noise recedes
I’ll waltz through the wreckage of half-formed needs
If I stumble on the chorus, leave it incomplete
You’ll still hear me in the rhythm
Of the keyboards
At my feet

RUSH-ish

[VERSE 1]
We were bored in Boston, early autumn, on the floor
Radiators hissing through the third-floor door
You brought out the box, a bad idea from ten
“Let’s open a line to what we’ll never know again”

[PRE-CHORUS]
We killed the lights.
“If something talks, let it speak.”

[CHORUS]
Ouija, say something true
Or lie in a way that feels brand new
We’ve got all night and nothing to prove
Guide our hands if you ever really move
Ouija, spell it out slow
Are we alone, or don’t we want to know?

[VERSE 2]
Two fingers on the planchette, little plastic heart
Shaky like a compass that forgot north
“Are there spirits here?” beneath the silver glow
It twitched on the Y—we blamed it on the floor
We asked for a strange but kind story
It rifled through the drawers inside your mind

“What were we before we were this?”
You asked the dark, half as a bit
The pointer made a list
Like it had rehearsed it

[CHORUS]
Ouija, say something weird
Give us a past life to volunteer
We’ve got questions we don’t need cleared
Just need a myth to hang right here
Ouija, spell it out slow
Are we a joke to the things below?

[POST-CHORUS]
And then you were a cow
And then you were a bird
And then you were a hat—
Who even thinks of that?

[VERSE 3]
C, O, W
You snorted, “Explains a lot about me now”
Open pastures, heavy eyes
Chewing quiet under factory skies
Then B, I, R, D
“Okay, that’s cooler,” you agreed
A small bright thing, feather and wing
Then H, A, T, space
I watched your face lose its place

“A hat?” you said, half laughing at the thought
“Is that how reincarnation works, or not?”

[BRIDGE]
“Did the feathers from the bird I’d been
Get sewn into a Sunday brim
And somehow count as me again?”
We asked, “Is this true?”
The plastic heart went Y, E, S

[REFRAIN]
A hat counts, a hat counts
Yes, the Ouija spelled:
A hat counts, a hat counts

[BREAKDOWN]
“So my soul got harvested and fashion-ended?
From blood and sky to somebody’s head?”

[CHORUS]
Ouija, you’re losing the room
This isn’t deep, it’s absurdist doom
We wanted wisdom, not a costume
Some cosmic thrift-store dressing room
If that’s the truth, then truth’s not much

[VERSE 4]
Radiator knocking an anxious beat
You pulled your fingers from the heart:
“I’m done with this. If I’m a hat,
I’d rather not know what I missed.”
I thought of the cow, the fields we never saw
The bird against a window in late October thaw
Every life we never live
Leaves an outline where it is

[OUTRO]
You pushed the board into the box
Said, “Forget it,” snapped the lock
Boston in the fall went on
Outside our little séance con
Somewhere a hat walked beneath the leaves
And if a ghost asked what shape I’d choose
I’d say, “Not cloth, not crown, not calf—
Just let me laugh at what we almost were:
The cow, the bird, the hat—
The hat that never quite fit right.”

Ouija

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Adequate, that’s my middle name
Doing just enough to kinda play the game
Got a C+ halo, lukewarm flame
Nothing to brag ’bout, nothing to claim

Everybody’s got a party trick,
PTSD or perfect pitch
Trauma scars or genius glitch
I’m just… mild, vanilla glitch

Half-awake in the passenger seat
Scrolling through a life that never feels complete
Background blur in a movie scene

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not broken, I’m not fine
I’m the shrug in the punchline
I’m not falling, I’m not flying
Just existing, just complying

[Chorus]
A nobody, just average,
Lukewarm heart in a microwaved jacket
Nothing special, nothing tragic,
Small-town ghost in a city of magic
I don’t crash, I don’t burn,
I don’t ever really learn
I just skate through life in slow motion,
Eyes half-open, half a notion

Minimal effort, maximum doubt
Fade into the wallpaper, blend right out
Adequate push, never quite enough

[Verse 2]
Hit the snooze on another big dream
Let it melt in the corners of my TV screen
Could’ve been loud, could’ve been seen
But I’m so good at in-between

To-do list of almosts and ifs
Heart full of “laters” and “what is this?”
Call it a life, call it what it is

Mama said, “Baby, you’re one of a kind”
But kinda what? Never did define
I’m the fine print no one reads in time
The halfway point on a dotted line

[Bridge – Spoken/Rap]
I’m the type to nearly text you back,
Type it out, then fade to black
Hit delete, then take a nap,
Call it self-care, it’s just a lack

Everyone’s got a sparkle, a brand,
Some trauma résumé, some master plan
I got decent posture and shaky hands

I balance on the median line,
Not happy enough to call it fine
“Try your best” gives me a heart attack

I’m the “seen” not replied,
The plus-one nobody invited

[Verse 3]
Maybe there’s a grace in the almost-there,
Tiny little faith in the faint, thin air
Maybe being “meh” is a kind of prayer,
A whispered life, still somehow fair

I water one plant ’cause two’s too much
Forget my dreams but I keep in touch
With the part of me that wants to want,

What if average is an art form too?
What if no one ever writes my name,
But I still feel the sun just the same?

[Final Chorus]
A nobody, just average,
Lukewarm heart in a microwaved jacket
Nothing special, but I manage,
Soft small wave in an endless planet
I don’t soar, I don’t sink,
I just hover by the brink
I just skate through life on the fence,
Eyes half-open, low suspense

Minimal effort, but I’m still here,
A faint little outline, year by year
Adequate push, just enough to breathe,
Halfway believer that I might yet leave…

[Outro]
Skate through life, eyes half-closed,
If “just enough” is all I own,
I’ll build a quiet kingdom out of unknown
If I’m nobody, then that’s okay
I’m the ghost that hums when the song fades away

average

VERSE 1
The streets are lit by borrowed fire While hollow hearts ascend the wire Mothers trade their names for night Fathers teach the child to fight No shelter left behind the door No sacred ground, no trust anymore The youngest faces turn away From promises that rot by day
PRE-CHORUS
Chaos rising, sirens call Every brick becomes a wall Hands are shaking, eyes accuse Everyone has something to lose
CHORUS
On and on, beneath the sky We build our hell and ask it why No devil waits beyond the flame We carve the scars, we feed the chain On and on, the ages bleed A paradise consumed by greed South of heaven, lost and torn We make the pit where we are born
VERSE 2
Forgotten children learn too soon To fear the dark beneath the moon The family tree is split with knives Its poisoned roots consume our lives The faithful kneel before the screen While silver tongues disguise the scheme A painted savior takes the stage And sells salvation page by page
PRE-CHORUS
Read between the words they sell Every promise hides a cell Crowds surrender, minds grow still Faith becomes another will
CHORUS
On and on, beneath the sky We build our hell and ask it why No devil waits beyond the flame We carve the scars, we feed the chain On and on, the ages bleed A paradise consumed by greed South of heaven, lost and torn We make the pit where we are born
BRIDGE
No horned beast behind the gate No ancient curse decides our fate The hand that strikes, the tongue that lies The altar built from human cries A blackened soul beneath the skin Keeps every war alive within We blame the shadows, curse the night Then crown the ones who kill the light
BREAKDOWN
Trust is ash Love is a scar We know exactly What we are Power speaks And fear obeys We lose ourselves In endless days
FINAL CHORUS
On and on, beneath the sky The wheel keeps turning, blood runs dry No underworld below the ground The living make the deepest sound On and on, through smoke and storm We feed the beast that we perform South of heaven, without end The wound we open, we defend
OUTRO
When every rule has disappeared When every child inherits fear The final truth will still remain: We forged the cage, we named it fate  On and on On and on South of heaven We carry on

On And On,

VERSE 1
The morning finds me underneath A sky that doesn’t ask too much I’ve been carrying every word Every worry, every rush There’s a thousand roads before me And they’re all calling out somehow But I’m standing in the quiet Asking what I need right now
PRE-CHORUS
Not what the world is waiting for Not who I’m supposed to be Just one honest answer Rising up in me
CHORUS
What do I need right now? A little room to breathe A hand that doesn’t let go A chance to just be me Maybe I need forgiveness Maybe I need to slow down I don’t have to know forever Just what I need right now
VERSE 2
I’ve been making peace with shadows I’ve been smiling through the strain Calling every kind of breaking Something other than its name But the heart has its own language And it’s speaking soft and loud Saying, “You can stop pretending You can listen to me now”
PRE-CHORUS
Not another perfect plan Not another borrowed vow Just one small step toward kindness Just one breath right now
CHORUS
What do I need right now? A little room to breathe A hand that doesn’t let go A chance to just be me Maybe I need forgiveness Maybe I need to slow down I don’t have to know forever Just what I need right now
BRIDGE
If I need to cry, let the tears come If I need to leave, let me go If I need to rest, let the night fall If I need love, let me know I am more than all my questions More than every lost somehow The answer doesn’t have to echo It can be a whisper now
FINAL CHORUS
What do I need right now? A little faith in me A window open wide enough For something new to breathe Maybe I need forgiveness Maybe I need to slow down I don’t have to fix my whole life I can meet this moment now
OUTRO
So I’ll put my hand upon my heart And let the silence show me how One honest breath, one gentle truth What do I need right now?

Right Now

[Intro]
Strings ring over a two-lane dawn
I read the signs, then keep rolling on

[Verse 1]
There’s a stairway made of platinum plays
Gospel choir in the radio haze
Every step another “you’ll be saved” cliché
There’s a highway lit in kerosene
Billboard devils selling nicotine
Both directions screaming, “You belong to me”

[Pre-Chorus]
But I can’t see your saints or sinners
Just a sky and a couple of winners
Selling tickets to a place I’ll never see

[Chorus]
Stairway to Heaven, highway to Hell
Choices on choices, heads or tails in a well
Everyone’s praying for a guarantee
I’m pagan, so this means nothing to me
You draw your lines in eternity
I’ll light my candles and let them be
Stairway, highway, pick a side
I’ll take my road and take the ride

[Verse 2]
Angels standing in the checkout line
Counting rosaries, scanning barcodes fine
Demons hitchhiking with a cardboard sign
Talk-show prophets in their perfect suits
Sell forgiveness like they’re selling boots
But the soles are worn and they never fit the truth

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve walked your narrow story
Slept beneath your brimstone glory
But my gods live in the dirt and trees

[Chorus]
Stairway to Heaven, highway to Hell
Choices on choices, buy or sell
You frame the world in prophecy
I’m pagan, so this means nothing to me
You chant your hymns to a distant king
I hear the forest and the creek sing
Stairway, highway, let them be
Your map was never made for me

[Bridge]
I’ve got moss on my ankles, smoke in my lungs
Old-world whispers on a daylight tongue
You keep asking where I’ll go when I die
I’m just wondering where I go while I’m alive
You’ve got pearly gates and lakes of fire
I’ve got rivers, stones, and a quiet choir
Bones and branches, moonlit ground
Where everything lost is somehow found

[Breakdown]
No prophecy
No grand design
Just a crooked road
And a decent time

No borrowed fear!
No borrowed crown!
I choose the turn!
I own it now!

[Final Chorus]
Stairway to Heaven, highway to Hell
Choices on choices, stories you sell
You’ve got endings you’re desperate to see
I’m pagan, so this means nothing to me
Your afterlife is a loaded gun
Mine is the setting sun
Stairway, highway, let them be
I’ll take the footpath wild and free

[Outro]
Strings fade; the old amp sighs
Under stars that owe you nothing, I ride
Stairway, highway, let them be
I chose my road—I owe you none

Choices on Choices

[INTRO]
When a man lies, he murders some part of the world
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?

[VERSE 1]
There’s a billboard by the graveyard selling second chances
Neon halo buzzing Morse-code romances
Every sinner’s got a punch card, every saint a brand
I’m trying not to vanish while I’m shaking your hand
You said, “Truth is just a rumor with a pretty disguise”
But when a man lies, he murders part of the skies
Little funerals of meaning in the breath between words
Pretty poisoned phrases dressing up the absurd

[PRE-CHORUS]
I’m counting skeletons in throwaway lines
Fading Polaroids of mercy in the back of my mind

[CHORUS]
These are the pale deaths we miscall our lives
Ghosts clocking in for another nine-to-five
I’ve watched enough of this funeral parade
All this I cannot bear, I’m tired of the charade
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?

[VERSE 2]
There’s a preacher with a podcast selling fireproof hearts
Discount redemption in convenient parts
“Click here for eternity, just sign on the line”
But the contract ink is dripping like cheap boxed wine
There’s a boy in the mirror mouthing words I don’t trust
A counterfeit prophet made of caffeine and dust
Making up alibis for every breath I breathe
Till the calendar’s a crime scene only I believe

[CHORUS]
These are the pale deaths we miscall our lives
Sleepwalking through the sirens and suburban hives
I can’t keep watching this funeral parade
All this I cannot bear, I’m done being afraid
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?

[GUITAR SOLO]

[BRIDGE]
Lord Foul’s in the doorway, drinking static from the screen
“Hope is just a habit, kid, and you’re not that clean”
He’s got a grin like a cul-de-sac, you circle and stall
“Every time you bite your tongue, you’re building me a wall”
He’s laughing in the headlines, humming through the feed
Patron saint of every half-confessed need
I’ve been tithing daylight to the things that I hate
While the darkness takes attendance and shows up late

[FINAL CHORUS]
These are the pale deaths we miscall our lives
Flickering between the adverts and alibis
I can’t stand beneath this funeral rain
All this I cannot bear, I’m tired of the stain
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?

[OUTRO]
If every lie is a bullet in the heart of the world
Then my tongue is a rifle, every word unfurled
So I’ll lay it down at the end of the road
Waiting on a quiet love to lift this heavy code
All this I cannot bear to witness alone
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?

take me home

I was born in Boston, MA. I began playing bass at age 10 on a 1965 Gibson SG guitar tuned down an octave with the string flopping around aimlessly, barely staying in tune. I finally decided to switch to guitar, which formed the foundation for the unique sound that is theAdequits.

 It all started in Dec. 1998... Mikey met Kerry who knew Johnny... & that was the beginning...

 If the only thing we're capable of doing in this life is being a band and making music that inspires people in a positive way then thats enough for us...

 theAdequits are a unique blend of musical tastes, their power-pop punk rock sound, fronted by Kerry makes for an aggressively entertaining experience , with her sweet, yet snide vocals (imagine if you put Johnny Rotten and Whitney Houston in a blender), Mikey terrorizing his Ibanez 7-string guitars, Johnny devising scientific madness on the drums w/ special guests Rob & Russ on bass...

 Before it fell victim to the clutches of commercialism, pop-punk actually did mean something. Because it was punk, the pop part of it had that extra passion that comes with being a teenage outcast. And you could actually hear the influence of first-wave punk bands, something that seems to elude the tenth-rate GreenDay clones of today. South Florida's theAdequits take a good decade-and-a-half step back to those bygone days when the mark of the Descendents was still felt and the Ramones were more than just a name to drop to bolster one's punk cred. The female vocals of Kerry O'Connor sound more like the Pretenders' Chrissie Hynde than, say, Gwen Stefani

Before theAdequits there was C.U.Nex2'sDay a power pop - happy core - punk rock band. Fronted by Kerry O' with her sweet yet snide vocals (kinda like if you put Johnny Rotten and Whitney Houston in a blender!), Michael terrorizing his Ibanez 7-string guitars, Johnny devising scientific madness on the drums and Rich grooving out on his bass... also Matt from "Ol Rebel Yeller" south floridas rudest cow punk band on Fender & Gibson 6 string guitar... Prior to theAdequits & C.U.Nex2'sDay there was uNkL ShyNi South Florida's Ska Core band, before that was the moldy figs Palm Beaches Alternative Garage Punk band on CMR Records & yes, before that a brief gig with South Florida's Hard Core band Meatlocker on Progress Red Records and Nuclear Blast Records & even way before that I had a short little stint playing bass for Boston based Legendary underground punk band The Queers…

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