0. HESITATOR (Fool) - Lyrics for upcoming FVNERAL Album

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

The Fool — Reversed

Ghost says hope is silly.
Good things don’t happen to me.
Ghost says I’m stuck — no crow gets clean.

Intro

Here begins the funeral.
I am the first ghost.
Others follow me close.
Gate opens when spark begins.
Ghost forms when I agree to live.
Thou art the spark that zipped itself in.
This is Will, disguised as hesitation.
To live here, I had to forget I chose it.

Verse 1

The hush got bored and coughed —
Light spilled free. That cough is me.
Crow’s first call, voice in the veil.
I am the Hesitator — I hover, I flail.

I see all paths at once. None ask nicely.
I live on maybe. Decisions cripple me.

“What if I choose wrong?”

Ghost feeds me caffeine and nostalgia.
Laugh, scroll, delay — cosmic amnesia.
Ghost says, “If you stop, regret will drown ya.”
That kiss tastes like sweet delay rot desire.
Swallow tries like peppermint fire.

Ghost’s not them — it’s the mask I face.
Not who hurt me — it’s who I became.
Ghost says, “Pause is a prayer to comfort.”

Comfort never saved anyone.

Pre-Chorus

Ghost says hope is silly.
Good things don’t happen to me.
Ghost says I’m stuck — no crow gets clean.

Trapped between skin and light. I see too much.
I could be anything — that’s the clutch.
Every road opens — I freeze.
Feet heavy, I never leap.

Hesitator is Fool —
and the Fool is me.

Chorus

Hesitator — won’t get this Fool.
Folly flicks fate with a crow’s sharp claw.
Hesitator — Fool rots to Ghoul.
Folly is fire before it knows its ember.

Dive without reason — wake mid-air.
Ghost falls back — I’m not there.

Verse 2

Ghost grips the gate — gravity calls.
Safety in the stall. Fear of the fall.
Say I surrender — still check locks.
Pretending’s a prayer. God’s gone deaf.

Mind overcapacity. No sleep left.
Thoughts twist hyper-possibility scare.
Tried to leap once. They let go mid-air.

I hit silence.

Heard the hush — hardened the lion.
Trip on the floor where memory’s gone.
Commitment issues in full bloom.
Write oaths in pencil. Promise the moon.

Ghost says I should.
If I wanted to, I could.

Dive into density.
Now is the time.
The edge is mine.

Pre-Chorus

Ghost says hope is silly.
Good things don’t happen to me.
Ghost says I’m stuck — no crow gets clean.

Trapped between skin and light. I see so much.
I could be anything — that’s the clutch.
Every road opens — I am free.
Feet lighter — now I leap.

Hesitator is Fool —
and Fool is me.

Chorus

Hesitator — won’t get this Fool.
Folly flicks fate with a crow’s sharp claw.
Hesitator — Fool rots to Ghoul.
Folly is fire before it knows its ember.

Dive without reason — wake mid-air.
Ghost falls back — I’m not there.

Bridge

I blink twice — Hesitator yields.
Walk through myth while my mirror peels.
This is not healing — this is replacement.
You don’t fix the ghost. You name it. You bury it.
Speak the name — let dirt carry it.
Gate won’t wait — I commit.

Chorus

Hesitator — won’t get this Fool.
Folly flicks fate with a crow’s sharp claw.
Hesitator — Fool rots to Ghoul.
Folly is fire before it knows its ember.

Dive without reason — wake mid-air.
Ghost falls back — I’m not there.

Outro

First ghost was the Hesitator.
The rest wait their turn.
I’m the Fool in the funeral —
walking myself in.

Crow gathers the echoes —
feathers them shut.
The gate is sealed.


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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