"Lost In Layers" is a 7-track journey through sound, emotion, and identity. Blending high-energy production with raw storytelling, this debut EP peels back the surface to reveal the chaos, clarity, and contradictions that live beneath. Each track is a different layer — from cinematic introspection to pulse-pounding hype — capturing the complex emotions that define what it means to feel deeply and live loudly.

It’s not just music. It's Vulnerability amplified. A voice finding its place in the noise.

Get lost in the layers. You might just find yourself.

Evil Girl (prod. Cross)

all in (prod.  prodbydaee)

Volume Down

Promise Land X IykykSaint

weren’t there

Broken Heart

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Two empty chairs at the table
(Two empty chairs)

[Verse 1]
Grew up with just mama, never knew my pops
Questions in my head that just never stop
See other kids getting picked up from school
Dad teaching baseball, man I feel like a fool
Mama did her best, worked them double shifts
But I still wonder 'bout the love that I missed
Two empty spaces where they both should be
One left early, one just ain't with me

[Chorus]
Two empty chairs at the dinner table
Wish I had both, but I ain't able
Half of me missing, half of me gone
Been incomplete for way too long
Two empty chairs, they haunt my mind
Looking for love I'll never find
Mama and daddy, that's all I need
Two empty chairs still make me bleed
(Make me bleed, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Friends talk 'bout their family trips and such
I just sit quiet, don't say too much
Christmas morning, presents under the tree
But something's missing, just mama and me
She tries to fill both roles but can't
Sometimes I see her cry, she thinks I can't
Father's Day cards I never had to buy
Mother's Day twice 'cause she's my only tie

[Pre-Chorus]
Wonder what it's like to have 'em both around
Two voices calling when I make a sound
Two sets of arms to catch me when I fall
Instead I got one, or nothing at all

[Chorus]
Two empty chairs at the dinner table
Wish I had both, but I ain't able
Half of me missing, half of me gone
Been incomplete for way too long
Two empty chairs, they haunt my mind
Looking for love I'll never find
Mama and daddy, that's all I need
Two empty chairs still make me bleed

[Bridge]
I see his face sometimes in the mirror
Wonder if he thinks of me, wish it was clearer
And mama's tired eyes tell a story
Of doing two jobs, splitting up the glory
But love ain't something you can divide
With one parent missing, I feel hollow inside

[Chorus]
Two empty chairs at the dinner table
Wish I had both, but I ain't able
Half of me missing, half of me gone
Been incomplete for way too long
Two empty chairs, they haunt my mind
Looking for love I'll never find
Mama and daddy, that's all I need
Two empty chairs still make me bleed

[Outro]
Two empty chairs
(Two empty chairs)
Still make me bleed, yeah
(Still make me bleed)

Empty Chairs

hell angel

“Between the Dark and Dawn” is a quiet storm of a song about trying to hold it together when everything feels like it’s coming apart — including love. It’s the sound of someone carrying more than they can say out loud, fighting to stay steady for the people watching, while wrestling with the fear that a relationship might not survive the weight.

The verses feel confessional, as if spoken in the dark: “My kids watch me close, like they already know…” The chorus becomes an emotional anchor, clinging to hope and faith in the middle of uncertainty: “Between the dark and dawn, I’m holding on.”

Musically, it’s tender and patient — part lullaby, part prayer — slowly building toward a release that feels like choosing hope even when the outcome isn’t clear. It’s a song about love under pressure, resilience in the face of doubt, and believing there’s something worth rebuilding on the other side of the night.

Zone404

Apparel 

Between Dark & Dawn

LEFT!

Don't Judge Me

It’s not about the cards your dealt , it’s about you play them to win the game . I’ve found my purpose , it’s music what’s your. Imma ask you again what’s your purpose 

cristianoburton@gmail.com if you wanna get in touch

weren’t there

Fizzy