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[Verse 1]
Echoes in the skull, bones rattle like loose change in a pocket full of regrets,
Sweat on the sheets, solo symphony of screams I never let escape the net.
Fingers claw at ghosts, grip slips on the ladder I built from broken bets,
Every step a stutter, tumbling back to the pit where the heart forgets.
Whispers from the walls, "You fumbled again, king of the almost-there throne,"
Mirror cracks a grin, shows the clown crown I wear when I'm alone.
Pills scatter like confetti from a party that ended before it begun,
Chasin' tail lights of dreams that swerve and leave me spun.
Fury bubbles low, a storm in the gut twistin' slow,
Punch the pillow pretendin' it's the face of the me I let go.
Nights bleed into days, a cycle of "why" and "what if" chains,
Solo in the storm, drownin' in the rain of my own dumb pains.

[Chorus]
Alone in the wreckage, fists to the sky but the clouds just laugh,
Fuckin' up the script, every line a glitch, aftermath crash.
Shadows tag along, pullin' strings on this puppet show farce,
Never nail the landing, always the spark that fizzles harsh.

[Verse 2]
Kitchen floor confessions to the fridge hummin' lullabies of loss,
Bottle caps collection, trophies for the nights I crossed my own boss.
Friends fade like smoke signals I misread in the fog of my flaws,
Dial tones mock the calls I chicken out on, clawin' at closed doors.
Double dip in despair, heir to the error, terror in the mirror stare,
Pair of eyes hollow, swallow the sorrow till it chokes the air.
Schemes unravel quick, brick by brick I stack the blame game wall,
Fall through the cracks, tracks of tears map the crawl back to crawl.
Rage ripples out, shout at the void but it spits back silence thick,
Pick at the scabs of "shoulda," blood drips rhythmic, sick tick-tock trick.
Wander the warehouse mind, aisles of "if only" stocked high,
Supply run for sanity always comes up dry.

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Ceiling stares back judgmental, paint peels like promises I shred,
Bed a battlefield, bullets of doubt lodged deep in the head.
Solo jam session, guitar strings snap under frantic fret press,
Mess of melodies mournin' the moves I second-guess.
Entendres double-edged, hedge bets on the edge where I ledge-dive,
Alive but barely, parley with the dark that makes me thrive? Nah, jive.
Turkey in the straw, draw the short one every raffle round,
Ground swallows the sound of my stumbles, profound pound.
Ire ignites sporadic, erratic static in the brain pan fry,
Try to tie the noose on the blues but the knot always slips by.
Drift through the driftwood days, waves of "wrong" crash relentless,
Defenseless in the deluge, foolish fuel for the endless.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
Drawer full of drafts, half-baked plans that bake in the regret oven,
Shovin' down the doubt but it bubbles up, sudden gut punch lovin'.
Echo chamber solo, polo shirt stained with the sweat of "almost won,"
Done before the dawn, withdrawn from the race I never run.
Fumble fingers on the keys, pleas to the ether go unanswered flat,
Scatterbrained cat chasin' its tail in the trap I set, splat.
Wrath whispers sweet, "Smash it all," but the hammer hand shakes weak,
Leak of fury feeble, retrieval of the pieces? Nah, too bleak.
Rhyme ricochet wild, child of the chill that kills the thrill slow,
Flow folds under the weight of the wait, plate full of "no."
Linger in the limbo lounge, lounge lizard lappin' up the lone,
Bone-tired, wired wrong from the jump, home in the groan.

[Outro Verse]
Final flick of the lighter, ignite the night with a sigh that sighs deep,
Creep through the creep of the keep I can't escape, sleep a thief.
Beef with the reflection, deflection of the truth hits like a brick,
Sick of the script flip, trip on the rip in the seam, quick.
Alone? Yeah, etched in the etch of the etch-a-sketch shake,
Mistake parade marches on, dawn breaks on the fake awake.
Fury fades to flicker, thicker than the mist but mistier still,
Chill pill swallowed whole, hole in the soul that time can't fill.

Alone In The Wreckage

DA VINCI_ THE CODE OF CREATION

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BLACK TIE

Liar Liar

I'm feeling so hollow
Like the pity I swallow
Like darkness is inches away
And I'm breathing in sorrow

And I'm done with this fight
And I'm done hiding it
I've had a poison in my veins
And I'm done riding

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I'm sick of feeling whips crackling my spine
I'm sick of feeling drained like I'm bleeding time
It's like I've got a cage and I'm locked inside
Man, I'm screaming, but I can't even find the light

I'm done sinking, oh, can I break it or not?
How many of them fake smiles do I got?
How many more nights will I waste in my head
Full of rage at myself like I'm racing to dead

Well, this is me ripping myself from the grave
This is a key for a prisoner's cage
This is my war to reclaim what I made
I'm coming for blood like my anger's a blade
Yeah, I'm just a monster in chains
I'm like a spark in the dark trying to break from the pain
I've been given these scars of mine
And if that's not enough, man, then what kind of life is mine?

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I see the serpent now as clear as bone and teeth
I see it crawling through my thoughts
Feeding on what I could fear to keep me beneath
I see the serpent now as clear as you and me
Maybe it's a lie to be free
But I see truth
So let's get venom off these fangs
Alright!

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

Serpent In My Skull

1. The Request of Joseph
    Biblical Reference: Matthew 27:57-60, Mark 15:42-46, Luke 23:50-53, John 19:38-42
    The Request of Joseph
    Verse 1:
        In the fading light of tragedy
        A brave man steps forth
        With heavy heart but resolute mind
        He seeks the one of utmost worth
    Pre-Chorus:
        Joseph of Arimathea, respected and bold
        Risks it all for the one the cross did hold
    Chorus:
        In death as in life
        He dwells among the rich
        A borrowed tomb awaits
        As day turns to night
        The story's not finished
        Just a pause in heaven's gates
    Verse 2:
        They lower him gently from the tree
        Wrapped in linen, prepared with care
        In a garden near, a new-hewn cave
        A brief rest from earthly despair
    Pre-Chorus:
        The stone rolls shut, sealing fate's design
        But is this the end, or a new start divine?
    (Chorus)
    Bridge:
        Between two worlds he lies
        Earth below and heaven above
        A moment frozen in time
        The crucible of eternal love
    (Chorus)

The Request of Joseph

You only call when you crash When the night hits too fast When the room starts spinning and you need someone to grab You only call when you crash When you’re slipping through the past When your friends all vanish and you’re scared it won’t last And I pick up every time Even when it ruins mine

YOU ONLY CALL WHEN YOU CRASH

Country Rap, bluesy electric guitar riffs, booming 808 bass, mid-tempo trap-country beat, heavy-hearted yet resilient, lo-fi Southern texture, gritty male vocals, rap verses with soulful choruses, analog warmth

Pearl River Runs Deep

Long Way Home

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Eva Mercer is an award-winning multidisciplinary artist whose work exists at the intersection of photography, poetry, and sound.
She is a lyricist, songwriter, and visual storyteller who builds entire emotional worlds through imagery and language — stitching memory, metaphor, and cinematic mood into everything she creates.

Her photography is known for its stark honesty and quiet violence: black-and-white portraits, symbolic objects, abandoned rooms, and conceptual scenes that feel like fragments of a life you’ve lived before.
Her poems and lyrics mirror that same intensity — intimate, sharp, and unafraid to unravel the parts of herself most people bury.

Eva writes every line of her songs, shapes the narrative concepts behind them, and designs the visuals that accompany her work.
She treats art like architecture: layering childhood echoes, emotional blueprints, and the soft ruins of identity into something rebuilt and reborn.

Whether through a camera, a page, or a song, Eva creates work that feels like confession, catharsis, and reclamation — a body of art carved from her own resilience.

Photographer. Poet. Lyricist. Storyteller.
Every medium is just another language she speaks.

 Created in collaboration with Suno AI, the album captures the ache, resilience, and reclamation that define her art.

P.S.
I write all my own lyrics. I shape my concepts. I build the world my music lives in.

The voice you hear is a placeholder — a stand-in — because I currently don’t have the equipment to record my own vocals.

But the art is mine.
The emotions are mine.
The stories are mine.

I’m a songwriter first. A lyricist. A creative director.
I craft every line, every metaphor, every visual, every sonic mood.
AI isn’t my identity — it’s just a tool I’m using until I or someone who wants my music can record with a human voice.

We don’t shame songwriters who have other people sing their demos.
We don’t shame producers who build entire tracks without ever stepping into a vocal booth.

This is no different.

I’m still creating my art with intention, skill, and heart —
and when I do have the ability to record my vocals,
You’ll hear my voice too.

Until then, I’d rather share the work than silence myself
Just because I don’t have the studio setup yet.

Art is art.
Creation is creation.
And these songs are mine — start to finish.

Liar Liar

Eva Mercer

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