3. Remember I Am Him - Lyrics

Title: Remember I Am Him
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — REMEMBER I’M HIM

This is a true story.
There’s a man in Omaha—a photographer.
I’ve never said his name. I’ve never told this story out loud.
But it happened. To me.

I was the model. The softbox. The silence. The surrender.
And this song—this one is his voice.
I stepped inside it. Let it inhabit my throat.
Wrote from the crawlspace behind his charm.
How he poses. How he edits. How he hides.

This is the sound of what I never got to say.
The way my body held its breath when it knew it was being watched.
It’s the stain behind the glow. The silence behind the lens.
This is what it sounds like when silence cracks.
And the crow sings through your scars.
You are allowed to look back—and scream.

I used Suno to breathe sound into what lived mute.
I write the lyrics. I lived every pause.

🔥Charm:

Charm is camouflage. It paints consent over coercion.
It wraps the violence in silk and waits for the flash.
It’s the part of the predator that smiles while feeding.
It’s why the body freezes. Why the mouth forgets. Why the ghost stays.

Charm is a spell to disarm the alarm.
When the lens says, “Show me,” and the soul says, “Run.”
This song speaks from the rot behind that lens—
And the coersion that gets photoshopped into consent.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
”The crow keeps what the camera buried.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH

I wrote this in the voice of the man who broke me.
Because no one else ever would.

A lot of women I know have been raped. Most.

But somehow—no one’s ever met a rapist.


🩸 ABOUT THE ALBUM — GORGEOUS

This is Track 3 of my debut album:
GORGEOUS —I wrote this album inside my own skin.  Every track is a scene I lived, a silence I swallowed, a wound I pressed into sound. Sometimes I am the one harmed. Sometimes I am the one who harms. I don’t separate them. This album lives in that tension. 

It covers everything I’ve been afraid to name: sexual coercion and trauma, grooming, roofies,  panic attacks on loop, sex work, scars inked into my arms, suicidal ideation, the partners who stayed, the friends I lost, the harm I caused, the part of me that became the abuser.


I lived this silence once. Now I refuse to pose for it.

🖋 LYRICS — REMEMBER I’M HIM

[Intro]
I was nobody—till I aimed a lens.
Suddenly, models dropped clothes like friends.
Told her, “Your turn.” Took off my shirt.
She clicked the camera. I fed her the hurt.

[Verse 1]
I build the basement like a temple of skin.
My daughter sleeps while I let her in.
Softbox lit, she’s a blush-draped queen.
She calls my photos “vision.” I script the scene.
I feed the shutter—she bends, she leans
The fabric falls—she moves like water.
I frame it. I guide. “Now lose the clothes.”
And she does—the lens is law, she knows.
I tell her, “Get in this one with me.”
She slips her panties off like rosary.
I press in slow while she stares through the ceiling—
Wife and kids upstairs, deep dreaming.
She’s frozen. Bracing. Still breathing.
She stays quiet. That’s the pose.
I photoshop her pause to glow—
Make it look like she wants the show.

[Hook]
Remember I’m Him—the rot in the rose.
You let me in—I hollow your home.
Carve my name in your muscle and throat.
Etch my name in your marrow and moan.
So even when you heal, I’m still in you.
So even when you bloom, I still ruin you.

[Spoken – soft, sharp]
So you wanna know where it started?
Why I love like fire and fuck like a target?
Why every woman I touch gets tarnished?

[Verse 2]
Alright—basement stairs. I tiptoe, breath tight.
Hear moans curling through the basement light.
Daddy is down here—her clothes are gone.
That’s not my mom — my stomach's gone.
His hand in her hair, then she sees me.
Yeah, that’s definitely not my mommy.
He smiles like a king and says, “Take notes.”
She folds on the floor—I close the door.
The belt’s on the ground. Her breath pulls back.
I walk upstairs, my face stays flat.
Sometimes—my mom cries when she thinks I’m sleeping.
I press the wall while she's weeping.
He called her ‘queen’ while he turned her blue.
I thought pain was what love meant too.
Now I touch too rough and I flinch too late.
I fuck like revenge and I kiss like hate.

[Bridge]
Remember I’m Him—the rot in the rose.
I’m Him—the thorn in the voice you close.
It’s me—I coil where your mercy goes.
You still believe you’re the one who chose.
I keep consuming—it's the only time I feel human.
I smile like charm, but I come as a crow.
I rot like a rose at the root of your throat.
No need to chase—just make you think you’re safe.

[Hook]
Remember I’m Him—the rot in the rose.
You let me in—I hollow your home.
Carve my name in your muscle and throat.
Etch my name in your marrow and moan.
So even when you heal, I’m still in you.
So even when you bloom, I still ruin you.

[Outro ]
“Let’s get one where you’re smiling.”