I am the healer, I am the cure.
Ever the dreamer, clean and impure.
And when I need you, I'm there for you.
And when you need me, I'm here for me.
I'm the creator, the mind for the blind.
The manipulator, the mastermind.
This is your final home,
The end of a broken road.
Discover my great facade,
The bliss in my own backyard.
A castle adorned with praise,
A labyrinth within the maze.
A house made from flesh and bone,
The clouds boast a funeral home.
The blueprints are in my head.
A travel lodge for the dead.
My dispensable personnel,
Cementing my place in Hell.
The audience in my head,
In search of a roof and a bed.
My disposable clientele,
Securing my place in Hell.
And when I need you, I'm there for you.
And when you need me, I'm here for me.
I am the healer, I am the cure.
Ever the dreamer, clean and impure.
This is your final home,
The end of a broken road.
Discover my great facade,
The bliss in my own backyard.
A castle adorned with praise,
A labyrinth within the maze.
A house made from flesh and bone,
The clouds boast a funeral home.
An album of songs created with a late friend of mine, released in his memory. All proceeds with be donated to CRY (Cardiac Risk in the Young) Joe Bailey
Well played and produced prog rock, presented by a musician passionate about his craft. And who wouldn’t love those Rush influences. Just great music. mjbb61
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022