voices silenced. occupied by thoughts. left or right or wrong or between. fighting between reason and regret. doors closed, and no window in sight. a cup filled with air, a similar hand. the choice lost to time...

My Empty Cup

"let us rejoice" 
The other souls dance slowly on the water. he would drift with them, but hes stranded by reason, and celebrates only resolution.  soft melodies are ruined by his hideous mind, and distorted by his darker heart. He stands to leave, but is stopped by a young boy. torn in two, the boy follows... for he sees his own charnel house just at the end of the road.

Gaudeamus

the rain pours, ideas scattered across the dusty floor. He's been here so many times before but now he can't stop noticing his mistakes, the ones fleshed into these walls. stumbling to the door, his memory fades to black. He struggles for his empty cup on the other side of the room. stuck between desire and fate, he ponders...

Cluttered Space

walking down a road, he sees a small house; a cozy little home with no inhabitants. He finds himself at the front door, ready to knock, but he knows there will be no answer. He reads the sign hung on the door. It states: "here lies the charnel house for weary souls. If you end up here, you won't leave, but you won't want to leave." He enters the house...

Charming Charnel Houses

Hot and cold, cuts and burns, everything hurts but nothing exists in the wasteland. One man has the answers, but sometimes the truth hurts the most.

Desert Prophet

Drained of life, stuck in the well you dug yourself. Past ideals float to the surface as you're stuck below, below, below. A finite dream, there is nothing left to do but drown. Most answers are in the last place you look, after all.

Charming Charnell Houses 

At the Bottom of a Well

we all have our time to fall, the drain consumes slowly but surely, festering to continue your burden.

Charming Charnell Houses

Drain

Tonight I watch my life fall apart; tomorrow, I reconcile with ignorance. Thus is life, and ruin. Find the whip and lash it backwards, for it is our only solace, showing us who we truly fight for.

Square Heads

Think Tank

Written by JJ Abbott, Caleb Billingsly, and Kelsey Wexler
Recorded and preformed by JJ Abbott and Rowan Gallagher

First song a part of the Paper Machines Project.
Thanks to Rowan for singing in this song

Paper Cuts

She Builds Tiny Worlds

Another song done with Anna Gyuer, thanks for the beautiful voice!! more coming soon

Pride as High as Olympus

im just some guy who plays guitar. 
NOTE: i did not write all of these on my own, some songs have collaborations with other musicians. Thank you

Euphao