A birthday song for all of my brothers

[Verse]
Haaappy...
Biirthday...
My...
Brother....

Feel...
The clouds move
gently around you

Without a clue...

Let it swallow you..
Whole until you....

[Chorus]
Happy birthday my brother,
I wouldn't wish for another,
You're swell and you deserve a

Happy birthday!
My brother....

[Post-Chorus - Uplifting]
Ahhh...

Thanks for being my brother...
I'm proud of you, and our mother
is too, and there's no other
I'd wish to wish a happy... happy...
Birthday to.

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Happy birthday my brother,
I wouldn't wish for another,
You're swell and you deserve a

Happy birthday
My brother....

Happy birthday,
My brother,

Happy birthday!

My brother!

[Prog/Rock] Happy Birthday Brother!

E.D.E.

System Failure

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
Occasion: Halloween!

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[Intro]
I busied myself...
to infuse a spark of being...
into this lifeless thing…
I stole fire from the gods again..
Now the sky won’t stop
screaming my name.

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[Verse 1]
Sutures sing
beneath my hands,
Flesh remembers
what it can.
I wrote my name
across the vein,
And called it mercy,
called it sane.

The angels turned, the heavens wept,
My paper skin, could not forget.
The creature rose, the mirror split,
God made me but I out-made it.

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[Pre-Chorus]
If I am the maker,
why do I bleed?

If I gave it life,
what did it give me?

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[Chorus]
I’ve got a God complex!
Born from the storm I can’t forget.
Built a ghost in my own image,
And begged
the thunder
to forgive it.

I said “Rise!” 
and it obeyed,
Now I’m the monster
I betrayed.
Lightning loves a lie, I guess

You can count on my God complex

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[Verse 2]
Father,
why’d you teach me pain,
Then curse the echo of your name?
You gave me words
but not a place,
A mind of grace,
a face of waste.

I learned your love
by how you ran,
And killed the child
to birth the man.
Your paradise is
paved with graves,
And I’m the proof your god decays.

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[Bridge]
By the sun and stars
I curse your breath!
I made you from the fear I kept!
You stitched your sins
inside my chest!
I burned my heaven to forget!
Gods don't die!
They Multiply!

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[Final Chorus]
I’ve got a God complex!
Shock my soul and call it blessed.

Every grave a mirror cracked,
Every prayer just science masked.

I said “Rise!”
it rose again,
To drag me down where gods began.
I lost control
I lost what’s next,
Still, I kneel to my 
God complex.

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[Outro]
I am bound by chains which you made for me… yet I am stronger than they.

[Prog/Metal] God Complex (7/8, 35/8)

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: The Lottery by Shirley Jackson
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny…
Every year the same bright day,
One by one, we look away.

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[Verse]
Lawn chairs,
sunlight, white parade,
Paper folded,
names displayed.
Old Man Summers clears his throat,
Tradition wears a Sunday coat.

The preacher smiles,
the children play,
Someone whispers,
“It’s just the way.”
Hope is neat when guilt’s diffuse,
We call it choice, but it’s the noose.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Pass the box, don’t ask the why,
It’s mercy wrapped in alibi.

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[Chorus]
It’s just a ritual in June
Just a name beneath the moon.
Hands that shake still cast their stones,
Faith tastes sweet when it’s not your bones.
The crowd forgets who begged, who bled,
The sun shines warm, the fields stay fed.
All for one, all immune,
Just another ritual in June.

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[Verse 2]
Paper trembles, ink turns black,
Every whisper steps one back.
Clean it quick, the crops need rain,
One scream feeds the weather vein.

Her eyes met mine, she didn’t run,
We learned to call that “getting it done.”
Tradition hums a lullaby,
While conscience hangs out to dry.

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[Bridge]
“Throw for luck! Throw for town!
Keep the harvest, keep it sound!”
“You want the yield? Then feed the ground.”

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[Final Chorus]
It’s just a ritual in June,
Just a promise, just a tune.
Hands still red but hearts still clean,
Tomorrow’s paper wipes it gleam.
The crowd disperses, no one knew,
How faith forgets what faith will do.
All for one, all immune,
Just another ritual in June.

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[Outro]
Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones.


[Prog/Rock] Ritual In June (5/8, 9/8, 19/8)

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: Dracula by Bram Stoker
Occasion: Halloween!

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Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I crossed the Carpathian line,
A guest in a graveyard dressed as divine.
The walls all breathe, the candles weep,
The Count’s reflection, mine to keep.

He said, “I never dine,” so sweet,
Yet every word drips rot and deceit.
My ink runs thin, my pulse runs cold,
He writes himself into my soul.

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[Pre-Chorus]
No cross, no silver, can mask his scent,
The doctor calls it maledict intent.
Each heartbeat’s just another debt,
The dead don’t sleep; they collect.

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[Chorus]
When the daylight dies, you can COUNT ON IT!
Every vow’s a lie, you can COUNT ON IT!
He’s the hunger that the sun can’t quit,
Eternal night, you can COUNT ON IT!

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[Verse 2]
I dreamed of crimson vows and chains,
His whisper threading through my veins.
The marks he left are not of love,
But consecrations turned corrupt.

Van Helsing prays through shaking hands,
Science bends to where faith stands.
He said, “Unclean,” as the candles burned,
And all my grace to ash returned.

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[Bridge]
Stake through the heart, but aim through the sin,
For the beast you fight might live within!
The children of the night all sing,
The Count is death, the Count is king!

Cut his heart and set it free!
Cleanse the curse of destiny!
He came to London for the feast,
And left with more than just the beast…

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[Final Chorus]
When the crosslight burns, you can COUNT ON IT!
Every grave returns, you can COUNT ON IT!
He’s the reason that your pulse won’t quit—
Forever cursed, you can COUNT ON IT!

When the crosslight burns, you can COUNT ON IT!
Every grave returns, you can COUNT ON IT!
He’s the reason that your pulse won’t quit (COUNT ON IT!)
Forever cursed, you can COUNT ON IT!

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[Outro]
My heart beats still—
But not for me.

[Prog/Metal] Count On It (7/8)

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
Man is not truly one, but truly two…
Breathe in the cure...
choke on the sin,
Mirror smiles...
let the dose begin.

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[Verse 1]
White coat, black intent,
Writing sermons in experiment.
Morals measured, conscience weighed,
Faith reduced to a chemical shade.

I bottled mercy, labeled ME,
Prescribed the devil pharmaceutically.
My virtue sleeps while hunger wakes,
One sip, and every mask breaks.

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[Pre-Chorus]
If holiness is half a dose,
Then sanity’s what hurts the most.

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[Chorus]
I’m my own worst side effect,
A saint dissected by neglect.
Pulse divided, soul collision,
Heaven lost to split decision.
Doctor’s orders: sin or save,
Pick your poison, dig your grave.
Virtue’s gone and vice has vision,
Welcome home to split decision.

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[Verse 2]
I walk the streets your prayers ignore,
Barefoot god on a liquor store floor.
Every rule you wrote for show,
I burn for warmth, you call it low.

You made me, caged me, called me crime,
I’m just your truth without the rhyme.
You speak of God; I speak in screams,
Same mouth, different dreams.

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[Bridge]
I can fix this—one more test!
You’ll die before you rest!
I made you weak!
You made me real!
We are the wound that never heals!

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[Final Chorus]
I’m my own worst side effect,
Faith injected, truth suspect.
Pulse divided, pure derision,
Heaven lost to split decision.
Every saint becomes a thief,
When godhood tastes like brief relief.
Dose me once, call it contrition,
Let me drown in split decision.

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[Outro]
“The experiment succeeded; the subject did not survive.”

[Prog/Djent] Split Decision

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
I think sometimes that if I were only well enough to write a little...
it would relieve the press of ideas.
Quiet rooms make loud thoughts.
The paper hums. It wants what I’ve got.

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[Verse 1]
He said the color’s “cheerful, bright,”
As if madness needs the light.
Locked me in with lace and rules,
Pity dressed as hospital tools.

The doctor smiles,
the husband nods,
They dose me daily with their gods.
Rest, they said,
and I’ll be fine,
My pulse disagreed in time.

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[Pre-Chorus]
There’s movement underneath the paint,
A shadow breathing,
small and faint.

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[Chorus]
Peel the pattern, let her through,
The wall remembers what they do.
Every silence hides a scream,
Every wife becomes a dream.
Tear it down, the skin, the veil—
Freedom looks like mental fail.
If madness speaks, it speaks for two—
Peel the pattern, see me too.

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[Verse 2]
I trace the flowers, watch them crawl,
They move at night, they mark the wall.
The woman underneath the bloom,
She laughs like me, she knows this room.

He calls me dear, he calls me mad,
He calls my mind a passing fad.
But I’ve seen what sanity costs—
A husband gained, a self lost.

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[Bridge]
"Tear it! Tear it! Tear it down!”
“She’s beneath! She’s beneath the crown!”
“You call this cure, I call it cage!”
“Your holy calm, my holy rage!”

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[Final Chorus]
Peel the pattern, let her through,
The cracks are colored like the truth.
Every rule I tore apart,
Became the shape of my new heart.
Call me sick, or call me free,
Either way, I finally see.
Madness taught what faith withdrew—
Peel the pattern, see me too.

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[Outro]
“I’ve got out at last… in spite of you.”

[Metal/Djent] Peel The Pattern

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
They say he rides again…

Lanterns shake like guilty eyes,
Every lie rides tonight.
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[Verse 1 ]
I rode out
chasing reason’s light,
Through fields that whispered
“don’t look right.”
A schoolhouse mind, a skeptic tongue,
Where gospel ghosts still kept me young.
The bridge ahead,
the woods behind,
Each branch a question in my mind.
I mocked their myths
with teacher’s pride—
But laughter dies when logic rides.
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Faith can’t save the man who thinks—
Belief bites harder than it blinks.

[Chorus]
Head count,
how many fears tonight?
One horse, 
no face,
no light.
You can outrun truth till your lantern dies,
But the headless ride never lies.
Count your doubts,
they’re all you own—
Every myth demands its throne.
Head count,
one more ghost to prove,
Lose your mind
to the move.
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[Verse 2]
The bridge was there,
then gone in smoke,
The sky split open,
something spoke.
Faithless man,
you fed their lore,
Now ride, professor... 
think no more.
Pumpkin grin and saber flash,
Hooves like thunder, teeth like ash.
I prayed to math, I prayed to chance—
Both refused the dance.
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[Bridge]
Head down,
don’t look back,
The horseman rides the scholar’s track.
Truth is fear
you can’t subtract—
Head down, don’t look back.

Logic bled, belief attacked—
He took my mind and gave it back.
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[Final Chorus]
Head count,
no one left to find,
They say I lost more than my mind.
Now every story keeps me fed,
A candle where my head once bled.
Count your fears before they speak—
The rational die this superstitious week.
Head count,
my lesson’s taught,
The truth was just what fear had bought.

[Prog/Metal] Head Count (7/4)

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: A Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
True...
nervous...
very, very dreadfully nervous…

Can you hear it? 
It never stops.

Every silence learns to throb.

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[Verse 1]
I kept my eye upon the eye,
Blue as heaven, 
cold as why.
Night by night I slid the door,
Breathing less
but feeling more.

The lamplight trembled on the thread,
Between the living
and the dead.
When I struck,
it didn’t scream—
The silence split my sanity.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Shh...
listen closer,
can you tell?
It’s not the floorboards...
It’s myself.

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[Chorus]
It’s in the walls,
it’s in my veins,
Truth that beats beneath the chains.
Every lie I bury starts to start—
Can’t kill a sound this sharp.
You can hide the body,
not the heart.

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[Verse 2]
The officer smiles,
I match his grin,
Tea still warm,
my nerves wear thin.
He asks of noise,
I say “the wind,”
But the wind is beating from within.

Each tick a blade inside my head,
Each pulse a voice of what I fed.
Their questions soft,
their boots so loud—
The truth stood up and joined the crowd.

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[Bridge]
“Stop the sound! Tear up the floor!”
“Never—more.”

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[Final Chorus]
It’s in the walls,
it’s in my veins,
Truth outloves what sin contains.
I screamed to God to tear it apart—
He laughed and called it art.
You can still hear me through the floorboards—
heart!
heart!
heart!

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[Outro]
“Villains!—dissemble no more!
I admit the deed!”

[Prog/Metal] Beneath The Floorboards (17/16)

A Lord of the Rings themed song meant to capture the beginning of The Hobbit's journey.

Lyrics:
[Intro]
It’s quiet here
and that’s the danger
Walls remember every singer
Fire hums like it knows my name

Don’t open the door
Don’t stay the same!

[Verse 1]
Hearth smoke rising gold in the grain
A name in a book that no one explains
Maps on the mantle marked and torn
Dreams in the daylight doubting the storm

[Chant break]
Hey
Hey
The world’s still turning
Hey
Hey
Something’s burning

[Pre-Chorus]
The door looks smaller every day
The world looks closer when I stay
Footsteps echo from a tale half-told
Curiosity dressed in gold

[Chorus]
A map and a moment a tremor of fate
The kettle still sings while the hour grows late
One spark one song one breath misheard
Peace gives way to a braver word

[Verse 2]
Quills still wet from stories spun
Old ink bleeds in morning sun
Comfort calls the silence pleads
Something wild beneath it feeds

[Break]
I hear it
I hear it
The road’s alive
It’s humming under the floorboards of my life

[Bridge]
Footsteps on the garden path
Echoes of a promise past
What if I go
What if I stay
The page is open
Either way

[Final Chorus]
A map and a moment a hand on the door
The weight of the world in a knock once more
One dream one dawn one tale begun
I’m gone before the morning sun

[Outro]
It’s quiet here
but not for long
The walls still hum
the old song

[Metal/Djent] A Map and a Moment

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System Failure

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