1. MANIPULATOR (The Magician) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album

We’re inside the second act of the FVNERAL ritual—“Name the Ghost.”
The ghost is not your mother, not your ex — the ghost is the you that dressed in defense

1. MANIPULATOR (The Magician) – Lyrics
Album: FVNERAL
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT  THE  SONG — Manipulator (The Magician)

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The HESITATOR (The Fool) gave breath to the first echo; the MANIPULATOR (The Magician) teaches how to speak its name and watch it burn.

Now comes the second gate. Breath becomes word, word becomes fire. The Fool’s inhale starts the story; the Magician’s exhale ends the illusion. This is where polish blisters and truth shows through.

This one’s the mirror I used to keep covered. The one that showed me how performance can become a prison if you polish it long enough. I realized control wasn’t power—it was armor. And armor, when worn too long, starts to fuse with skin. The Magician in me could manifest anything—except surrender. I could conjure attention, order, control—but not softness.

”Ghost says: Stay polished—being vulnerable is dangerous.
Hands jitter, jaw shivers—ghost control’s contagious.”

The Manipulator is the mind’s mine.
It’s where creation becomes craft, and craft forgets its source.

That’s exactly where Crowley said every magician must break their wand—
to prove that the Will is not a trick of personality but the current beneath it.

The Manipulator / The Magician (Card I) is the second gate, the Heh of form and mind.

Now awareness has entered the body and is learning to control matter. Here, Will meets limitation.

🔮 MYTH MAP INSIDE THE SONG

After the spark, there was structure.
The Fool gasped, and the echo learned to shape. What began as instinct becomes intention—the moment breath decides direction. Manipulator (Magician) lives here, inside that shift from chaos to craft.

Crow calls this the glamour phase.
Will realizes it can bend the mirror and starts worshiping its reflection. The tongue learns spellwork—sound rearranging reality. But every “as above, so below” hides a trap: the one speaking starts believing they own the flow. Power turns inward, loops on itself, becomes performance.

The ghost of this song is that loop.
It’s manifestation turned obsession—the mind rehearsing safety through mastery. The same force that once birthed stars now micromanages outcomes, addicted to perfection. In occult terms, it’s the Magician reversed: alchemy without humility, creation without communion.

True Magick is receptive.
Law of attraction at its purest isn’t control—it’s resonance. You don’t manipulate reality; you align with it.

Crow says: “You manifest what you mimic.” Fear disguised as order only summons more walls.

🕯️ ABOUT THE ALBUM — FVNERAL

🖤 This is my tarot study. My autopsy of survival.

FVNERAL isn’t healing — it’s replacement. A living tarot built from 22 ghosts, each one a Major Arcana reversed, each one a false self I have to exhume. The mission remains: Name the ghost. Witness the symptom. Write the eulogy. Seal the gate.

Every track is a burial — You don’t heal the ghost. You thank it for its service, then bury it.

A ghost is not the abuser. It’s the you that built systems to survive them. The perfectionist. The charmer. The master of silence. Each one learned a kind of magic to stay alive—and now must be unlearned to stay real.

I’m still writing the rest. The ritual keeps evolving with me. Each track is a sealed chapter, a ghost released to ash. When all 22 have been named and buried, what remains is Function—breath without vigilance, love without armor, motion without mask.

🕳 The FVNERAL continues.
“To will is to open.”

🎧 Manipulator (The Magician) — streaming everywhere.

🗣️ CROW AFFIRMATION

“To will is to open.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH

Every “I’m fine” was a padlock.
The trick ends when I stop performing.
Power isn’t what I hold—
It’s what I release.

🎵 LYRICS — 1. MANIPULATOR (The Magician)

[Intro — Naming Gate]
I am the Manipulator, mask generator.
Tongue spins illusions, truth disintegrator.
Armor in my syllables, pangolin disguise.
Polish on the surface, panic in the eyes.

[Verse 1 ]
Ghost says: Stay polished—being vulnerable is dangerous.
Hands jitter, jaw shivers—ghost control’s contagious.
The ghost says, “Let go and you’ll crumble.”
Locked hips, knotted gut, chest a stone bundle.
I sell mastery, it’s only fear in a frame.
Hands twitch when I grip on silence, knuckles strain.
Every role rehearsed, but my bed’s a bitter hole.
Intimacy looks lethal, I perform to fill the role.
I build defense in every sentence, never evidence.
Hands sweat, breath shallow, body stiff with hesitance.
Audience laughs, silence comes after.
Pangolin plates, I collapse in disaster.
Perfection’s a prison I polish to forget.
Admired on the outside, my core’s a silhouette.
Withhold ‘til my bones ache, call it discipline.
The mask keeps selling, my body wears thin.

[Pre-Chorus ]
Ghost stole my softness, gave me iron grips.
Ghost stole sleep, gave me panic fits.
Ghost stole my breath, made me chase their praise.
Ghost says: Don’t soften; love betrays.

[Chorus — Nail ]
Let me teach plain: this card is Mercury.
Trickster mind, mouth alchemy.
I am the Magician, fear’s my chain.
To will is to open; I won’t close to be chosen.

[Verse 2 ]
Ghost says, “Hold the pose—they love you flawless.”
Pelvis locked tight, intestines writhe, restless.
Ghost locks the hips, desire won’t rise.
I call it strength; I’m just hiding in plain sight.
I crown myself with control; collapse in private.
Intimacy intrudes, pries the wound—I can’t hide it.
I measure every phrase until the moment dries.
Sleep won’t claim me; the night denies.
Eczema rises, boundaries blister with secrets.
Body hoards waste, won’t release what it’s deep with.
Each callus proof of my wasted youth.
Every twitch betrays the silence, blurting truth.
I hide in competence, the fortress cracks.
I bend reality with words, it bends me back.
And still, I fear to drop the mask.
Control’s a coffin, buries me so fast.

[Pre-Chorus ]
Ghost stole my touch, gave me isolation.
Ghost stole my warmth, froze my veins in stagnation.
Ghost stole my tears, gave me control.
I manifest walls, they swallow me whole.

[Chorus]
Let me teach plain: this card is Mercury.
Trickster mind, mouth alchemy.
I am the Magician, fear’s my chain.
To will is to open; I won’t close to be chosen.

[Bridge ]
Ghost says: “Hide the wound, or they’ll cast you away.”
Ghost says: “Stay in the shell; love only betrays.”
I breathe, hips open, desire finds a friend.
The Manipulator falls—the spell ends.

[Chorus ]
Let me teach plain: this card is Mercury.
Trickster mind, mouth alchemy.
I am the Magician, fear’s my chain.
To will is to open; I won’t close to be chosen.

[Outro — Seal]
The ghost dies when I open.
The Manipulator is broken.
His tricks turn dust, illusions crash.
Crow marks what has passed.
The Gate is sealed, silence vast.
Silence remains, stillness lasts.