(Concept Notes at the very bottom)
Special thanks to @Tsaandra for the invaluable feedback on the raw version. 🖤
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lyrics by @eqvirther
music guided by my vision (suno.ai)
© 2025 eqvirther – original work
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⟡ LYRICS ⟡
[Intro]
Me-mer-mercy—caught in syrup-slow motion,
S-sympathy drifts in tidal commotion.
C-o-o-o-o-comfort arrives like mist after noon,
Finding you only after you’ve left the room.
“lag -a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a lag….”
[Verse 1]
Re-e-e-e-regret on a roundabout, spinning awry,
Help de-e-e-detoured by a gridlocked sky.
You stu-stu-stumble, I fu-fu-fumble—my reply runs dry,
Su-u-u-u-u-support rerouted, always near—too shy.
Pauses stack like unused ti-i-i-tickets in doubt,
Remorse collects at the crossroads without.
I send reassurance the long way about,
Timing so tangled, meaning wears out.
[Pre-Chorus]
“Where were you when your night went wrong?”
I-i-i-i answer with riddles—my moment is gone.
Late to your need, my grip isn’t strong—
Hands out of rhythm, intentions prolong.
[Chorus]
MER-mer-mercy—lost in the la-latency veil!
Care arrives after you’ve set sail.
MER-mer-mercy—caught on a tem-temporal trail!
Calling your name at the close of your tale.
“lag -a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a lag….”
[Verse 2]
Re-e-e-regret plays hopscotch, skipping each beat,
Help in my back-pack—stuck on repeat.
You falter, I loiter—solution discreet,
Comfort dispatched as you leave your seat.
My Signals are postcards drenched by rain,
Apologies meander down old country lanes.
By the time my kindness crosses the plain,
You’re miles away—only footprints remain.
[Pre-Chorus]
Regret stirs coffee in cups left to chill,
I pro-promise you warmth but arrive at a stand-s-still. (still…)
Forgiveness waits at the top of the hill—
Always behind, but chasing you still.
[Chorus]
MER-mer-mercy—lost in the la-latency veil!
Consolation lands as you lift the sail.
MER-mer-mercy—caught on a tem-temporal trail!
My solace arrives at the close of your tale.
[Bridge]
Comfort keeps spinning—late to the s-s-start,
Hope trails behind what already fell apart.
I bring healing after you’ve packed up your heart,
delivered in fragments—always one part.
[Breakdown]
Response wanders off, tan-tangled in thought,
compassion detoured—stubborn and fraught.
I send relief where it’s already sought,
La-lagging behind in the lessons you taught.
“lag -a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a lag….”
[Final Chorus]
MER-mer-mercy—lost in the la-latency veil!
kindness drifts after you set sail.
MER-mer-mercy—traced on an in-invisible trail!
Care arrives once you’re beyond the pale.
[Outro]
I peel my smile from frost-bound seconds—each breath a sunken cry,
M-m-m-mercy drips in tarnished gold—too timid to reply,
I kneel in silent rainlit chords—warmth lost its fragile tie,
Compassion blooms in ruin—only then to wither and die.
(too late…)
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| 🩸Mia – Mercy Lag (Surge) – Concept Note 🩸|
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🔍 Logline
A song for every apology that arrives after the wound—for every comfort that stumbles in long after the moment has passed. “Mercy Lag” is the haunting confession of what it feels like to reach out with everything you have, only to find you’re always one heartbeat too late.
🎯 Key Themes
• Delayed Compassion – Care and comfort arrive, but only after the pain is done; help becomes a haunting rather than a healing.
• Time as a Wound – Moments slip out of reach; each missed chance is a cut that never closes.
• Guilt in the Waiting – The ache of being present, but never soon enough to matter.
• Haunting Melancholy – The song is a rain-soaked city at midnight, every step echoing with regret, every drop heavy with what-could-have-been.
🩸 Character Note – Mia
In this surge, Mia is a living delay—her empathy and comfort always glitched, lagging behind the world’s need. She stands barefoot in the rain, eyes flickering with haunted remorse, her wounds pulsing with a mercy that always follows too late. Her agony is not sharp and sudden, but slow, spreading, and impossible to undo.
🌐 Allegory
“Mercy Lag” is for anyone who’s watched someone suffer and found the right words only after silence fell; for anyone who’s tried to help and seen their hand arrive too late. The world is full of delays and lost signals—sometimes, mercy is not denied, only delivered at the wrong time.
⚠️ Take-away
Some wounds can’t be healed by timing. Some mercies, even delayed, are all we have left to offer. “Mercy Lag” is a requiem for every comfort that couldn’t save, but still aches to matter.