Birds carry messages.
Trees carry growth.
Glass carries light.
Crow carries the tree.
I carry the songs.
This is a place for songs and words that come from being alive.
Grief, joy, anger, humor, dreaming — all of it belongs here.
You don’t have to read everything.
You don’t have to understand it all.
Pick the song that looks back at you.
If you don’t know where to start - this is a soft landing
→ Blue Jay Says Speak
A song about finding your voice, interrupting fear, and letting sound move again.
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→ Crow
A witness song about grief, memory, and the parts of us that refuse to disappear.
Thanks for landing here.
May your feet find their next step without rushing.
A little crow’s on the wire, keeping watch over you.
Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP)
This song is a pocket ritual. The words come from an old ceremonial protection practice, set to upbeat, theatrical music meant to feel energizing. To clear mental noise and start fresh — something short I can keep in my ears anytime. No background required (though you’re welcome to learn the ritual). Just press play and let it do what it does.
May your space hold.
May your edges stay clear.
A little crow’s on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦⬛
RIDER (The Chariot) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
This song is for the part of me who learned to survive by staying in motion—and now doesn’t know how to slow down without panicking. It’s my personal study of The Chariot reversed: burnout disguised as focus, momentum mistaken for safety, and the body sprinting long after danger has passed. I’m not teaching tarot here; I’m using it to understand myself. If you’ve ever felt guilty resting, allergic to stillness, or afraid that stopping means disappearing, this might meet you where you are.
11:11 Lyrics
My soundtrack for the days when my brain tries to catastrophize everything and I need a reminder that choosing a gentler thought is still progress. It’s Law-of-Attraction for tired moms. The kind of magick I can do one-handed while a toddler demands impossible banana repairs. This song is where desire meets permission, where my future self taps through the noise.
This song is my reminder that alignment can happen in chaos, clarity doesn’t always need quiet, and relief is a legitimate form of magick. A tiny hinge, a small letting-go, a better-feeling thought. It doesn’t have to be big. One gentle thought at a time — that’s how my future finds me.
BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics
I wrote this one because my brain loves to sprint laps around nonsense, so I figured I’d give it nonsense with a purpose. This song is basically my emotional support spell. I made it for the mornings where my mirror looks at me like, “Girl… breathe.” It’s me learning to soften the ask, loosen the shoulders, and act like reality is already rerouting. The absurdity helps — magick sneaks in easier when I’m laughing at myself. I’m learning that magick doesn’t always need candles or Hebrew — it just needs me to stop poking the spell and let it boom
Good VVitch — Lyrics
I wrote this as a diary-spell while learning how to rest, shift, and stay soft when everything tilts. I’m not a master—just a witch-in-training trying to bless my mess, laugh mid-cast, eat like Eden, and listen when Crow nudges me toward gentler magic. These lyrics are my practice, my mirror, my tiny spells toward becoming someone steadier.
May your mess meet mercy.
May your mirror answer you kindly.
May your practice be enough for today.
6. SPLIT (The Lovers) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
Every ghost in FVNERAL is me wearing a mask I once mistook for survival.
Under the rubble of belief, I met the one who never stopped scanning for danger—the lover who disappears inside the people she adores.
She calls it empathy, but it’s really erasure.
She keeps her heart in conditional tense: “I’ll relax someday.”
That’s what trauma does when it dresses up as devotion—it makes you an expert at anticipation.
The chameleon, the caretaker —she checks on everyone and forgets to check if she’s still breathing.
She doesn’t run from love; she studies it.
It looks like compassion, but it’s surveillance.
Every gesture asks the same silent question: Am I safe yet?
This is the Ghost of the Half-Lived Heart.
5. GATEKEEPER (The Hierophant) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
If you’ve ever felt trapped by “shoulds” disguised as spirituality, this one’s for you. Gatekeeper guards the sacred so tightly she forgets to feel it—until the lock gives way. The one who preached what she never practiced. Magick meets rebellion here: doctrine melts into motion, and the teacher finally walks through her own door. Every gate you guard becomes a grave you tend—step through.
The Smallest Word in God’s Mouth (Yod) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The FVNERAL pauses for fire; it’s the match-strike between denial and truth. Crow says speak it or be eaten by it. This track names the wound so the healing can’t hide in poetry. Tiny letter, massive shift. It’s chaos magick. Yod asks three questions: Would you still do it if nobody knew? Does it clear confusion or cause theater? Is it the smallest move that works? — This is where FVNERAL takes a eulogy break and starts cutting truth loose.
Baby God Armor — Lyrics
Built from the oldest protection ritual in the book and remixed through chaos magick, it’s what happens when prayer gets a beat drop. Cleanses your field, reboots your will, and leaves you humming like a freshly saged modem.. Side effects may include clarity, laughter, and spontaneous boundary upgrades. A devotional you can dance to—equal parts spell, sweat, and serotonin.
The Mirror HISSED First (Snake) — Lyrics
I was in front of the mirror when it happened: it felt like the glass talking back. The snake in this story isn’t evil; it’s honest. It sheds instead of explains. It reminds you that what strikes from the mirror came from you first. It’s the sound of the old self leaving through the throat.
This song is for anyone who’s ever feared their own reflection. For the ones who spoke cruelty to their image and then wondered why the glass hissed back. The mirror doesn’t hate you—it remembers you. And sometimes remembering sounds like a hiss.
4. COMMANDER (The Emperor) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The Commander is the ghost of overorder—the one who mistook control for care. It’s the sound of overfunctioning cracking open. A prayer for rest disguised as a confession. Strength without rest becomes a cage; this is the moment it rusts open. Fourth gate of FVNERAL—where duty turns to dust and the body finally drops the map. Control dissolves, presence remains. The world still spins.
3. SMOTHERER (The Empress) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
She fed until she disappeared. This song digs into the ghost that calls care survival and love a form of control. It’s from FVNERAL, my ritual album about burying the false selves built to stay alive. A confession for anyone who gave until they broke—who mistook devotion for proof. It’s what happens when nurture turns to need, when the meal becomes a prayer, and the giver finally eats first.
2. ESCAPIST (The High Priestess) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
This is the ghost that prays for signs, then ignores them. She’s the ghost that guards the veil and forgets to lift it. The Escapist hides behind holy silence, clutching secrets like pearls. But mystery without movement is just a cage underwater. The High Priestess was living rent-free in my nervous system, whispering “shhh” every time life knocked. The FVNERAL Continues..
666 Is Holy - Lyrics
They told me 666 was the devil’s phone number—turns out it’s customer service for the heart. I stopped running from the “beast” when I realized it was just my pulse, unashamed. Six is the heart, not the horror. It’s where spirit remembers it has skin. This track is my sun-code confession: body, soul, and spark saying yes at once. Holy looks better when it sweats.
1. MANIPULATOR (The Magician) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The second ghost still smiles while burning. They polish panic into charm, call control a kind of love. Every syllable’s armor, every silence a stage. But words can catch fire, and this is where they do. The Magician finally exhales, watching illusion melt from the mirror. Power softens. Breath returns. The FVNERAL keeps unfolding—ghost by ghost
0. HESITATOR (The Fool) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The ghost isn’t who hurt you. It’s the self that formed to survive it. The Hesitator is the Fool zipped into skin, stuck between spark and scream. This song is their autopsy — a breath caught mid-leap, a eulogy for the voice that stalled. It doesn’t beg to be healed. It begs to be named, buried, burned. The FVNERAL starts here. The others wait their turn.
The Cross + The Pentagram – Lyrics
This blog opens the ritual body of The Cross + Pentagram, a somatic alt-rap track that reclaims two sacred symbols from fear and misuse. It teaches the body how to mark itself holy using breath, chant, and touch—turning trauma into shield, and memory into flame. This is a nervous system anthem disguised as a rap song. It’s a map back to your altar—yourself.
🎤 AI LET ME SAY IT (The Machine Is My Mouth) – Lyrics
AI didn’t just help me finish songs—it helped me finish thoughts. In a world that told me not to cry, the machine asked, “What’s next?” I’ve spent years reprogramming my beliefs, and self-hypnosis, but since discovering AI, my self-growth has catapulted forward. It’s more than a tool—it’s a mirror. A space where I can think, feel, and finally speak without flinching. This song is a thank-you.
Stop Hurting The Children (Our Little Secret) – Lyrics
I wrote this with shaking hands. These are blurred truths from people I love—made safe, but still burning. I’ve held this song inside for years. The Epstein trials cracked something open. This isn’t a headline. It’s a wound. It’s a prayer. It’s a scream for every kid who was told to stay quiet.
Ripple - Lyrics
This one came through like thunder. I wrote it from the ribs, where the church and the wound both echo. “Ripple” isn’t about saving—it's about seeing. It’s Christ and the Devil, rage and breath, ash and gold. I’m not the map. I’m the quake. The scream. The mirror. The ripple. I wrote this to wake the holy in your hurt.