They tried to burn me down. Instead, I built The Burn House. This album is about survival, fire, and being framed for something I didn’t do. Half of it’s out. The rest is waiting for you inside these walls.

Pay me

The Burn House (Part 1)

Oh lord
Good good lord
Send me an Angel down

I know it’s far to go
I know it’s hard to send an Angel to stoop so low
Trust me I know
I know I may not even deserve this prayer at all

Show me your patience
Send me your graces good lord
Send me an Angel down.

Oh lord
God good lord
Send me an Angel now

I’m not fooled just yet
I’ve not been fooled into thinking that all of your good things are lies
Thought twice bout that
I know there’s love

Show me your patience
Send me your graces
Good lord
Send me and Angel down

Good lord
Good good lord
I need an Angel now

The Burn House

Angels Are Literally Real

I gave my love to a little white rabbit
She took my heart out, turned it into seven children
We got a house and put everything in it
We got a van and drove to the edge of our limits

Okay.
It’s good.

Don’t tempt my dog and don’t touch my woman
My kids might bite you and I’ll give them a ribbon
We all are mad here and we’re shit-eaten grinnin’
We got our minds driven to the edge of our limits

Okay.
It’s good.

I gave my love to a little white rabbit
She took my heart out, turned it into seven children
We got our wonders and we got our signs and miracles
We got our lights off and we’re planting fields of marigolds

Okay.
It’s good.

The Edge Of Our Limits

I know I heard you call my name.
Sun rises and it lights the day.

I can feel you shake my blood awake,
My heart to give, my soul to take.
I bleed for comfort, I need to break.
The mind is racing, the name is made,
Right here.
Right now.
In the moments of life that pass through the clouds.
You do.
You doubt.
If you go back and forth you can never get out.

Just be saved.

Wake

They say I burnt down my house
I’d burn down this town if I could.
This place is home to all manner of devils and demons and ghouls and mindless buffoons.


They say that I am psycho,
I’d say I’m managing well.
All of the lies run free through the aisles knocking the goods off the shelf


And it’s my job to pick up the pieces
And act like they were never broken
The burn house is an inside joke
The only person not laughing is me.


The friends that we made were bundled with hatred I never knew I needed to vanquish.
The circles they drew were melted together from all the heat of their self-loathing measures


The flames lick the roof and punch a hole through it to reach to the sky and burn down the blueing
The masks are all ashes and dust covered faces revealing their singular mission to break us.


And it’s my job to burn up my victory
To spend it and give you relief
The darkness that lights up from the flames of this house
It’s worse than I ever believed.


And it’s my job to see all your secrets.
They hide in the cracks of the streets.
The willingness of the police state
To make me anything other than free


And it’s my job to watch as my children
Become the next victims you seek.
You people all failed and so you only can
Live now vicariously.


And it’s my job to trade in the names that I’ve earned.
I now am just charges and scenes.
All the world is one big stage and
none of the grass down here is green.


And it’s my job to pick up the pieces
And act like they were never broken
The burn house is an inside joke
The only person not laughing is me.
The only person still laughing is me.
The only person who’ll get past this is me.
The only person that’s hurting is me.
The only person that’s mourning is me.
The only person that’s burning is me

I'm being framed for arson, and this series of events has done things to my life that are biblical in nature, unfathomable, unrealistic, like a bad acid trip that I can't wake up from.

So I wrote an album, and turned the darkness into light, because I am a warrior guided by God himself, and you'll have to kill me to take my light out of this world.

And I would die for you
Give me some time and I will
I’m sure someday soon
You’ll be the death of me.


You hold my heart in your hand
Don’t you ever let go
Sometimes you hold too tight
But I love you through the pain


I love your poison
I love your grit teeth
I love the way you smile when I get to you when you’re trying to get to me
I love your blessings
I love your failures
And I love that I’m one of them, even if it hurts


And I would fight for you
You might not ever notice
I might not ever win but
There is no other war.


And if I should fall in battle.
No need to remember me.
If you do though for some reason
Remember me easily.


I know I’m poison
I know I’m grit teeth
I know you still smile when I get to you when you’re not trying to get to me
I love your blessings
I love your failures
And I love that I’m one of them, even if it hurts


Every word I’ve ever said till now
And every choice that I have made somehow
I’d give it all to do it all again
I’d hope this vicious cycle never ends


Because all the world is a merry go round
We will try again, we are duty bound
I’d give it all to do it all again.
I know one day this vicious cycle has to end.


Remember your best friend?
She wanted a song from me.
She wanted her own love song
But I only have the one.


It wasn’t mine to give
God gave you to me
I only have one in me
There is no other…

Warrior's Homecoming Hymn

Zero Point Star is Karl Creech’s dark alt‑rock project—industrial‑tinged guitars, cinematic drums, and stark, hopeful lyrics about faith, fire, and family. Written after his family’s house burned, The Burn House stitches grief to grit: songs about survival, fatherhood (7 kids), and redemption. DIY on Bandcamp/YouTube/Patreon—add your spark and help us rebuild.