Mercury

Orey - 🎃Halloween🎃

Hello hello Happy Halloween
Open up your door
Time for a trick or treat
Behind my mask you cannot see me
Ghoulies and phantoms roaming the streets
Late at night come out all the freaks
Peeking through your window I can see
Happy Happy Halloween

See the ghost under the sheets
Fill that bag with something sweet
Creepy little goblin on Hallow's Eve
Psycho killer midnight thriller
Cold blooded killer
Graveyard party bitch
I'm that foo count dracula
Yeah I come to suck up all your blood
This like Frankenstein in a coma
A super slasher Halloween
Here comes the boogieman

🎃HALLOWEEN🎃

Love Unsweetened

Not What I Want - [Rough-Mix]

A song written for the No Kings march held on October 18, 2025

Lyrics
[verse]
An old vet lays at the overpass.
Gallon of milk, by his head.
P.T.S.D… bites him fast.
While he sleeps on a concrete bed.

Ice! is forming everywhere.
Black, blue and camouflage.
Who they grab, they just don't care.
It's political sabotage.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns! America's pawns!


[verse]
Give the rich, more tax cuts.
Keepin' 'em happy is the goal.
You see, cheaters have no guts.
Nor do they have a soul.

When you need a little aid.
Some help up off the floor.
No matter how long you pray.
They always punish the poor.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[verse]
Media spews worthless news.
Lies from corporate owners.
Pushing right-wing views.
Plus those of crooked donors.

They love their guns, it's crystal clear
While our kids get shot and bleed.
Losing power is their only fear.
Their DNA drips with greed.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background chanted] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background chanted] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background chanted] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[solo: guitar]


[ chorus ]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background yelled] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background yelled] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background yelled] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!

[all yell] No Kings!

Words written by Roger L. Smith
Music & Vocals by Suno.com

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

America's Pawns (No Kings)

hi, i'm an independent artist that loves creating stuff. This is part of my second project, lmk what you think. Check instagram on the bio to see more.

Mountains

born too late (feat. judie tzuke)

potential closing track for the next album

Final Part of the Last Days



200 Miles

He was just a student
Never been away from home
He met her at a concert  
In the Royal Albert Hall

They listened to the sounds 
As they floated through the air
But all the time their thoughts were fixed 
Elsewhere

Their love it blossomed quickly 
And after just a while
She asked him to go north with her 
For his parental trial

And when the time came for the trip
And they were on the coach
Not for a single moment  
Did they allow silence to encroach

Two hundred miles of adoration
Two hundred miles of love
Two hundred miles of joy
That descended from above  

The weekend passed so quickly
They loved and laughed and danced
And for each single moment 
They both seemed quite entranced

But when the trip was over 
And they were ready to depart
She didn’t even sit with him
They sat so far apart

Not a single word was uttered
To explain what he had done
To suddenly cut off their love
Before it had begun

Two hundred miles of silence
And not a word was said
No explanation happened 
Thoughts scrambled through his head

And after that although he tried
To speak to her again
She always turned away from him
And he was left in pain

Two hundred miles of silence
And not a word was said
No explanation happened 
Why had he been misled

Two hundred miles of silence
And not a word was said
She never ever spoke to him 
Again 

Lyrics by Phil Hawker



200 miles

"I Put My Problems Over There" Juice WRLD (Prod. by JuicyTheKidd & Noah)

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0046ZV702/ref=dm_ws_tlw_trk3

Give Me Some Silence

I will not describe this at all at this moment, but it's got it's own flavor.

DON'T MESS WITH TEXTURES (DMT)

On Her Is Wrong

bandcamp

9. On Her Is Wrong

29 yr old rapper/producer - Midwest (NWI) 🏳️‍🌈
DM FOR FEATURES, down to collab with anyone
🔥I accept all repost requests🔥

Final Part of the Last Days

Dangerous JB