5. GATEKEEPER (Hierophant)— Lyrics

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

You’ve stood still too long.
..walk with me.
Crow says: “God’s not command, God’s cue.”
next voice is you.

The Hierophant — Reversed

INTRO

Funeral continues.
This is the eulogy of the borrowed voice.

I am Gatekeeper.
Teach what I still fear to do.

I am the Hierophant —
memorized God and forgot myself.

Ghost guards what never goes.

Crow asks:

“Will you open or guard the gate?”

VERSE 1

Raised on rules I never wrote.
Burn what’s borrowed — keep what spoke.
“Knowledge unused molds in the throat.”

Dawn salutes me like an old mistake.
Swallow the light before I see it.
They say I’m strong; I say I stiffen.
I just hold it in.

Ghost says, “Meaning repeats to survive.”
Safety loops tight to keep me alive.

I want to be held — without purpose.
Warmth without witness, just to feel surface.
A moment unarmed from holding the world.

Crow taps the glass — “Truth or twirl?”

Keys rust if you never turn them.
Hands unlearn what they can’t affirm.

I’m not wise; I’m wired —
I am Gatekeeper.

PRE-CHORUS

Ghost said, what’s the use?
Pull that nail loose.

Grip on grace, grin through grief.
Guilt’s old gospel — cut that talk.

Hierophant hungers for order and praise.
Gatekeeper caged in history’s maze.

Crow says,
“Let them misbehave —
you can’t save what doesn’t want change.”

CHORUS

Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper — tongue bit thin.
Keep my calm till the edges cave in.

Nail that won’t pierce just scratches doubt.
Faith was the frame that kept me out.

Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper — feel safe, stay needed.
Fix what breaks just to feel connected.

Said another thing I didn’t mean.
Love sounds different in routine.

VERSE 2

I don’t hold answers — just more questions.
Ghost says it’s safer to be right than real.
Authority’s better than uncertainty.

Chew feelings till they lose their flavor.
Clean, explain, reorganize.
Panic looks productive.

Keep my breakdowns tidy.
Give advice like antacids.
Can’t digest silence.

Trade fun for obligation.
Still praying someone saw the smoke.

Live the law by breaking it open.
Freedom feels nothing like what they said.

Crow says,
“You can’t call it faith if it never risks you.”
Brave is the hand that tries something new.

If I’m helping you, I don’t have to look at myself.
If I’m useful, I don’t have to feel.

PRE-CHORUS 2

Ghost said, what’s the use?
Pull that nail loose.

Grip on grace, grin through grief.
Guilt’s old gospel — I cut that talk.

Hierophant hungers for order and praise.
Gatekeeper caged in history’s maze.

Crow says,
“Let them misbehave —
you can’t save what won’t change.”

CHORUS

Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper — tongue bit thin.
Keep my calm till the edges cave in.

Nail that won’t pierce just scratches doubt.
Faith was the frame that kept me out.

Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper — feel safe, stay needed.
Fix what breaks just to feel connected.

Said another thing I didn’t mean.
Love sounds different in routine.

BRIDGE

Every version of me was just trying to live.
Each one burned, each one forgives.

Crow said,
“Child, your misstep’s the motion.”

Burn inside for what you believe —
Body keeps faith, won’t let it leave.

Salt the gland, watch belief leak slow.
Kept my world small so the change won’t show.

Now I trade knowing for letting go.

CHORUS

Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper — tongue bit thin.
Keep my calm till the edges cave in.

Nail that won’t pierce just scratches doubt.
Faith was the frame that kept me out.

Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper — feel safe, stay needed.
Fix what breaks just to feel connected.

Said another thing I didn’t mean.
Love sounds different in routine.

OUTRO

Crow picks nails from forgotten graves.
turns them into wings for the ones who stayed.
Says: stop quoting truth and live on
You’ve stood still too long.
walk with me.
Crow says: “God’s not command, God’s cue.”
next voice is you.

gate is sealed.
Next ghost, split reveals.

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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