why do i have to feel this pain
when all you had to say 
was go away
you expect me to move on
and maybe i have, but
im certainly not okay 
oooo im not okay 
haunted by the thought of you
moving me aside 
like my feelings don’t matter
caught up in the things you do
oh what a ride it’s been 
yearning for what i’m after 
you taught me i deserve better 

i don’t want to be another afterthought 
so i went out back and burnt the letter
i’m done with it all now
let’s change the weather
like you change lovers 
yeah (one last time) 

tell me all your lies
as if you don’t care 
that i’m dead or alive
who the fuck you kidding 
with all your problems
and your stupid disguise 
oooo stupid disguise
thinking about what i’d do
if it was just me and you 
left on the planet 
drinking away all my sorrows
left all alone
i guess i couldn’t handle it
but what’s on my mind
is one last time to cross the line

i don’t want to be another afterthought 
so i went out back and burnt the letter
i’m done with it all now
let’s change the weather
like you change lovers 

oh you’re sad? 
well i don’t really give a fuck
GO!

you had the chance
to fall in love with this
but you rather be the one
to take the piss
all my life i’ve been 
the last one the get a kiss
now all you’re left with 
is the thought of what you 
fucking missed 

i don’t want to be another afterthought 
so i went out back and burnt the letter
i’m done with it all now
let’s change the weather
like you change lovers 
one last time
one last time

One Last Time

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

Another One Gone

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

PB2025

Molly made the china dolls that come alive

I woke up and the world was empty

I Left Me Behind

The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

The moors are bare

Paper chains
pages in clouds
Patrickburke 2025 
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
ohhhhhhhhhh,
i can't get,
you out of my head.....
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Chorus
Echoed cries,
In broken halls.
Truth denies,
But silence calls.
Verse 2
Letters bled,
Ink like rain.
Words we said—
Now just stain.
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
ohhhhhhhhhh,
i can't get,
you out of my head.....
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Chorus
Echoed cries,
In broken halls.
Truth denies,
But silence calls.
Bridge
Ash and thread,
Bones and dust.
What we fed
Turned to rust.
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Final Chorus
Echoed cries,
Still remain.
Ghosts arise—
Whisper pain.
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
ohhhhhhhhhh,
i can't get,
you out of my head.....
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,
Paper chains,
Love in flames,

pb2025

Paper chains

Beneath the Night crashes through shadows with gritty riffs and smoky melodies, fusing Bay Area street poetry with cinematic rock ambiance. It’s a twilight anthem—where hip-hop storytelling collides with distorted emotion and atmospheric soundscapes. Haunting, resilient, and unapologetically real.

🎤 For listeners who live in the tension between pain and power, light and loud—this one’s for you.

Beneath the Night

Beyond the Stars is a 20-track odyssey that explodes with raw rebellion and cosmic soul.
Split into two distinct halves — Side A: Fire and Grit, and Side B: Dream and Infinity — the album tears through the noise of the world before ascending into something eternal.

Side A is all heat — electric guitars, thunderous drums, and truth on fire. It speaks to political chaos, cultural decay, youth defiance, and the cost of living in a system built to consume. These tracks punch like classic rock and funk gods—echoes of Hendrix, Prince, AC/DC, Janis Joplin, and Bowie clash with modern urgency. The message is clear: burn through the lies or be burned by them.

Side B leaves the wreckage behind and takes flight. It drifts into the stars with cinematic beauty, emotional depth, and surreal introspection. This is where identity melts, memories echo, and love haunts the void. You’ll hear dream-pop, synth-soul, and space-age ballads touched byThe fire becomes starlight.

This album is a rebellion, a breakdown, and a rebirth.
A cry from Earth. A prayer to the cosmos.
A mirror. A myth. A message.

__Electric Throne_

I like doing covers of music because I love to take a song I love and give it its own twist.
Part-time bedroom, part-time studio 

https://youtu.be/CElyJLo5l5M?si=U6BAwBluxMP779ze

I Left Me Behind

Bishop

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