Lyrics I Lived First
Mirror work — meets meltdown — meets magick
(Scroll down for song lyrics)
🖤 GORGEOUS was my first full album — Lyrics live in its own tab.
Now I’m writing FVNERAL
It’s not just an album. It’s a burial.
Each song is a ghost, a Major Arcana Tarot card reversed —
a false self built to survive.
You’ll also find standalone songs here —
about mirrors and magick, rage and release, trauma and more.
Every one of them was a spell I needed at the time.
Maybe one of them is for you, too.
I’m slowly adding lyrics to everything I’ve made. The music is streaming on all platforms.
If you’re here reading — thank you.
The other pages?
Just bones I left behind for anyone still digging.
Always writing more. Check back in — I’m a Scorpio. I die often, update accordingly, and if that fails, I die again.
Crow holds the FVNERAL gate.
Leave the light on
UGLY BEAUTIFUL — Motel Birth, Mold Walls, and Magick That Held - Lyrics
This blog is the spell behind the song UGLY BEAUTIFUL—a motel birth story wrapped in blood, mold, and divine clarity. It tracks the sovereign choice to give birth at home, in sacred filth, without machines or masks. It’s about how magick stitched safety into a crumbling wreck and turned it into a temple. At its core, it’s a testament to trust, devotion, and the beauty blooming inside holy ruin.
LOUDER - Lyrics
This is a song for the ones who learned to shrink, smile, and stay silent. LOUDER is a rage anthem and reclamation rite—a lyrical exorcism of every time you were told to hush, calm down, or “be nice.” Through somatic truth-telling and vocal liberation, Loui Crow cracks open the jaw, breathes through the freeze, and lets the sound come back unfiltered. This isn’t about noise—it’s about claim.
CHEWED UP BUBBLE GUM – Lyrics
It’s what happens when Abraham Hicks meets dark pop trance.
A full-body shift track disguised as a banger.
This song is for anyone stuck in a loop—playing the same thought, blaming the same story, feeling the same fear. It doesn’t preach. It doesn’t beg. It just reminds you: you’re the thinker of the thought. And every thought has a flavor. Some? Are chewed up gum.
This isn’t about “positive vibes only.” It’s about learning to tune your station on purpose. About knowing that life isn’t testing you—it’s echoing you. And the echo changes when your signal does.
Segment intending. Nervous system magic. Creative prayer.
It’s all here. Wrapped in rhyme and rhythm.
Feel better now.
That’s the only spell.
Bless Their Hearts - Lyrics
Bless Their Hearts is me catching my own tongue mid-swing.
It’s what happened when I stopped venting and started asking: why am I saying this?
Every line is a reckoning with my own projections—where I turned pain into poison and called it clarity.
I wrote this one in the quiet after the insult, where the shame sits. Where the mirror doesn’t blink.
This track isn’t about forgiving them.
It’s about facing me.
It’s about learning to speak without bleeding.
To name without blame.
To let go of the story that made me feel powerful by making someone else small.
This is what it sounds like when I clean my mouth and bless their name.
RAGE FIT - Lyrics
RAGE FIT is a song-spell for anyone who’s been told their anger was dangerous, dramatic, or too much. It’s about reclaiming rage as medicine—clean, clear, holy. This track reminds you that anger isn’t the breakdown—it’s the shift that saves you. It’s your nervous system saying: no more pretending.
You're Holy (And You Forgot) - Lyrics
This piece is a lyrical reclamation spell for anyone who’s been made to shrink, silence themselves, or forget their sacredness. It’s a spoken mirror—a chant wrapped in rhythm—to remind you of your worth when the world taught you to question it. Born from nervous system healing and emotional clarity, this song brings affirmation to the places that felt abandoned. You don’t need to earn your return. You just need to remember.
Nice is the Disease - Lyrics
This blog dissects the sickness of being “nice” when it costs you your truth. It reveals how fawning, false guilt, and boundaryless compassion get mistaken for love—and how that performance poisons the soul. Through raw story and lyrics, it offers a way out: back to self-trust, clear boundaries, and connection that doesn’t require self-erasure. You’ll walk away knowing the difference between real care and holy contortion.
WILLCRAFT MAGICK - Lyrics
This post shares the full lyrics to WILLCRAFT MAGICK—a spoken-word spell and musical code of conduct for sovereign love and self-sourced power. It dismantles manipulative magick, rewriting what it means to cast clean and live lit. Underneath the verses, we unpack what real willcraft feels like: choosing yourself without apology, healing without an audience, and refusing to use your pain to bind others. This song is a prayer for empaths who got tired of chasing, and a chant for anyone learning to let go without leaking light.
Circle + Cross - Lyrics
This song is a daily ritual you can sing. It channels the full power of the Circle and Cross Protection Spell into voice, rhythm, and bone memory. Every line is a shield. Every breath is a seal.
This post shares the full lyrics to Circle. Cross. Crown. Root., explains the origin of the ritual it’s based on, and invites you to protect your joy with melody, will, and spine.