11. INDULGER (Lust/Strength) — Lyrics

Sneak peak the album as it’s being written. Some songs streaming, the rest wait until April.

Crow says:
Are you riding the Beast?
Or is the Beast riding you?

LUST (Strength) REVERSED

Intro

The Lion paces the pantry.
I decorate the plate.
Creation waits at the gate.
I pour another excuse.

Indulger is me.

Chorus

Open the fridge.
(Open the fridge.)
Fill my mouth so I don’t open it.
Indulger —
Butter the ache —
Desire keeps knocking.
Indulger —
Indulger…

Verse

I feed what feels empty.
Desire searches for reassurance.
Relief tastes instant.
I chase the charge.
Skip calibration.
Immediate over meaningful.
Satisfaction slips.

I reward myself for surviving —
and postpone thriving.

I eat so I don’t erupt.
Watch so I don’t act.
Buy so I don’t build.
Scroll so I don’t speak.

I stay full…
and feel empty.

Crow says:
Are you riding the Beast?
Or is the Beast riding you?

Pre-Chorus

Indulger grazing.
Pour another cup.
Another episode —
never quite enough.

Chorus

Open the fridge.
(Open the fridge.)
Fill my mouth so I don’t open it.
Indulger —
Butter the ache —
Desire keeps knocking.
Indulger —
Indulger…

Bridge

Indulgence numbs eruption.
I hide the evidence in wrappers.
Direction sharpens desire.
Lust feeds creation.

Pre-Chorus

Indulger grazing.
Pour another cup.
Another episode —
never quite enough.

Chorus

Open the fridge.
(Open the fridge.)
Fill my mouth so I don’t open it.
Indulger —
Butter the ache —
Desire keeps knocking.
Indulger —
Indulger…

Outro

I soothe myself differently now.

Crow says:
Feed what you wish to become.

Desire enters the body.
The Beast kneels.
I mount.

We move as one.

Loui crow

This is a record of becoming.

I make music, practice mirror work, somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself.

I talk through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

I follow what supports me staying here — language, ritual, gentleness, curiosity.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that the body listens to language and that focus shapes experience.

Nothing here asks belief.

I share what I am learning as I go in case anyone resonates.

I leave breadcrumbs.

Take what feeds you.

Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.

You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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