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Holy You is a raw, emotional rock track about guilt, faith, and the imbalance of love.
Distorted guitars and deep male vocals drive a story of devotion turned to self-destruction.
Part of Nyca Void’s R-Line, where humanity bleeds through the noise.

Holy You

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Stream Everywhere Here: https://song.link/cough_e_Upset
Prod. @hellokittydemon
Adlibs: @therealdenim

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Rock out to the infinite, never ending, eternal and probably most popular irrational number ... ever.  Can you imagine life without Pi?

Lyrics:

They called you Archimedes’ dream,  
A symbol carved in ancient schemes,  
From Babylon’s clay to Greek design,  
You whispered secrets through the line.  
Defined as the circle’s sacred law,  
Circumference divided by diameter raw,  
A ratio endless, a number’s cry,  
The world revolves around you, Pi.  

Oh Pi, you’re the fire in the wheel,  
The heartbeat that the cosmos feels.  
Without your song, the stars would fall,  
No bridges, no waves, no circles at all.  
You’re infinite, you never die,  
The rock of reason — eternal Pi.  

Geometry bows to your command,  
Physics trembles in your hand,  
From quantum strings to ocean tides,  
Engineering rides where you reside.  
Astronomy charts the heavens wide,  
Statistics finds its truth inside,  
Without your code, we’d lose the sky,  
No measure, no map — no Pi.  

Oh Pi, you’re the fire in the wheel,  
The heartbeat that the cosmos feels.  
Without your song, the stars would fall,  
No bridges, no waves, no circles at all.  
You’re infinite, you never die,  
The rock of reason — eternal Pi.  

Imagine a world where circles break,  
Where clocks can’t turn, where ships can’t wake,  
Where music’s rhythm fades away,  
And science has no words to say.  
But you remain, a guiding flame,  
Unfinished, endless, yet the same,  
A ballad sung through time and sky,  
Forever bound to you, sweet Pi.  

Oh Pi, you’re the fire in the wheel,  
The heartbeat that the cosmos feels.  
Without your song, the stars would fall,  
No bridges, no waves, no circles at all.  
You’re infinite, you never die,  
The rock of reason — eternal Pi.  

Eternal Pi

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A soulful blues ballad that turns lantern light into data insight, celebrating Florence Nightingale’s fight to heal with heart and charts.

Lyrics:

Born in 1820, in Florence she took her stand,  
A rebel with a mission, and healing in her hand.  
By 1854, the war began to roar,  
She walked the halls of Scutari, through blood and fevered sores.  

Florence Nightingale, the Lady with the Lamp,  
She lit up the silence, she rewrote the stamp.  
With circles of sorrow, she charted the pain,  
And turned death into data, again and again.  

She drew her coxcomb diagram, a rose of truth and dread,  
Each wedge a month, each petal a cause—blue for disease, black for the dead.  
In 1858, she showed the House of Lords,  
That filth, not fighting, filled the graves behind the war.  

She said, “Let the numbers speak,” and they roared like thunder loud,  
Sanitation, ventilation—she moved the stubborn crowd.  
Today we build with metrics, we heal with plotted grace,  
But without her rose of warning, we’d still misread the case.  

Florence Nightingale, the Lady with the Lamp,  
She lit up the silence, she rewrote the stamp.  
With circles of sorrow, she charted the pain,  
And turned death into data, again and again.  

From 1820 to 1910, her light refused to dim,  
She taught the world to measure care, not just on whim.  
Florence Nightingale, forever we sing,  
The mother of nursing, the truth she’d bring.


Lady With The Lamp (Florence Nightingale - data visualization pioneer)

Pun father of 3, proud military retiree, mediocre engineer, karaoke delight.  Producing educational jams with the help of AI.

Lady With The Lamp (Florence Nightingale - data visualization pioneer)

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