2. ESCAPIST (The High Priestess) — 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 what you had to become to survive

Album: FVNERAL
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
📱 @louicrow on TikTok / FB / YouTube / IG

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — ESCAPIST (The High Priestess)

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The Manipulator taught the mouth to speak; the Escapist learns the cost of silence.
This is the ghost who hides inside intuition — the one who calls withdrawal “mystery” and absence “rest”

I kept secrets even from myself. I’d vanish mid-touch, bury truth under migraines and sleep. My ghost whispered that solitude was sacred, that love would ruin the ritual. It took me years to see the lie: what I called calm was actually collapse.

The High Priestess reversed is the keeper of half-truths — all knowing, never known. She listens so deeply she forgets to live. She turns prophecy into paralysis, body into archive. The Escapist hides behind “sensitivity,” but really she’s terrified of being seen before she’s ready.

The healing began when I stopped waiting for permission to surface. Intuition isn’t retreat — it’s reception. A voice you meet halfway. I had to drown before I understood: you can’t know the ocean if you never move.

🔮 MYTH MAP INSIDE THE SONG

If The Magician was tongue and flame, The High Priestess is breath and tide.
Where Magician acts, she listens. Where he commands, she dreams.

In Crow language: she’s the hush between lightning strikes — potent, necessary, but dangerous if it never ends.

🪶 She holds the Book of What Hurts and forgets she can write in it.

The Escapist carries the full archive of pain, memory, and intuition. Every feeling, every silence, every loss is cataloged there with reverence. She reads it like scripture, guarding each line as if change would desecrate the sacred.

The Book is alive. The ink never dried. Every page still waits for a new sentence, a revision, a different ending. When the ghost forgets this, she becomes her own librarian — preserving pain instead of transforming it.

Magically, this is the moment where prophecy turns participatory. Memory isn’t meant to be memorized; it’s meant to be rewritten through embodiment. The Book isn’t an artifact — it’s an altar. Every act of expression adds another verse. Every breath that speaks instead of swallowing edits the spell.

She doesn’t just hold the Book. She is the pen.

Her veil isn’t mystery; it’s muscle memory from trauma — the reflex to vanish before being touched.

The Escapist’s myth is lunar. Her light is reflected, never direct. She believes safety lives below the surface, but the deep only keeps what you surrender.

🕯️ ABOUT THE ALBUM — FVNERAL

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

FVNERAL isn’t healing — it’s replacement. Ghosts built from 22 Tarot cards, 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 a person. 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.

🗣️ CROW AFFIRMATION

“ Escapist ghost, taught me to hide,

 She sinks to trenches, I swim with the tide.”

🎵 LYRICS

[Intro]

 I am the High Priestess.

 I am the Escapist.

[Verse 1 ]

 Ghost says unreadable makes me look strong,

it only ensures no one stays very long.

vanish mid-touch, call escape my domain,

 leave lovers with riddles, they circle the drain.

escape through fatigue, chronic sickness grit,

 sleep through alarms, call absence a gift.

 guard my thoughts like a locked archive,

 pretend it’s composure just to survive.

 My joy curdles quickly, art hits the floor,

 tell myself patience is what life is for.

 stomach that churns with the grief I won’t show,

 secrets stitched tight where ovarian pearls grow.

 keep stories vague, “they don’t need the rest,”

 details get twisted, so silence feels best.

 Better I joke when eyes draw too near,

 cover the tremor, disguise it as cheer.

[Pre-Chorus]

 Ghost stole my breath—left me to choke.

 Ghost stole my voice—words never spoke.

 She gave me silence, safe in the deep,

 then stole my rest and strangled my sleep.

[Chorus]

 Escapist ghost, taught me to hide,

 She sinks to trenches, I swim with the tide.

 High Priestess reversed—intuition denied,

 keeps truth behind curtains, calls mystery wise.

 Escape is illusion, a cage in disguise,

 I surface, I breathe—the Escapist dies.

[Verse 2]

 ghost says, sink below, you’re safer there.

 safety is the ghost’s kiss—half-truth bait,

 She swears I’ll be used, deceived, and betrayed,

 so my shoulders go rigid, my warmth decays.

 Ghost says: “Stay quiet,” — “they’ve had a long day,”

 migraines keep pounding night into gray.

 “Don’t say that you miss them, they’ll call it too much,

 they’ll turn from your hunger, recoil from your touch.”

Don’t move—every gesture’s a signal they’ll read.

If you show what you’re feeling, they’ll call it a need.

 nod and I smile, play harmless and small,

 any louder than this and I ruin it all.

 Each cough a prayer I can’t speak out loud,

 my voice folds shut, like a book not allowed.

 sink to the trench where no currents are kind,

 ghost makes a labyrinth out of my mind.

[Pre-Chorus]

 Ghost stole my womb, filled my belly with fear,

 ghost stole my risk, made my choices unclear.

 She warned me that crying would leave me unloved,

 grief stayed inside, my health took the shove.

[Chorus ]

 Escapist ghost, taught me to hide,

 She sinks to trenches, I swim with the tide.

 High Priestess reversed—intuition denied,

 keeps truth behind curtains, calls mystery wise.

 Escape is illusion, a cage in disguise,

 I surface, I breathe—the Escapist dies.

[Bridge ]

 Ghost stole my love—made me hide.

 Ghost of escape, tide without shore.

 The veil is a curtain; I part it with breath.

 What rises is life; what falls now is death.

 Ghost hoards grief, I tear the seal.

 Ghost, drowned by the tide I feel.

[ Chorus]

 Escapist ghost, taught me to hide,

 She sinks to trenches, I swim with the tide.

 High Priestess reversed—intuition denied,

 keeps truth behind curtains, calls mystery wise.

 Escape is illusion, a cage in disguise,

 I surface, I breathe—the Escapist dies.

 The whale exhales, pearls unstrung.

 The escapist buried, the ocean moves on.

 The Gate is sealed

 The ghost is gone.

🎧 ESCAPIST (The High Priestess) — streaming everywhere.

Thank you for reading, if you made it this far.


🪶 CROW BLESSING
May the veil grow thin where your truth waits.
May what you buried rise gentle, not loud.
May the pages you feared to write fill themselves with breath.
You are not what you did to survive.

🕳 The FVNERAL continues. The next Ghost: 3. SMOTHERER (The Empress)

Leave the light on.