Lyrics I Lived First.
I didn’t write these to rhyme. I wrote them because they wouldn’t stay in my body.
They were migraines. Jaw locks. Sleepless nights.
They were shame in the throat and screams without permission.
They were bruises before they were bars.
This isn’t poetry. It’s scar documentation.
Every line is a nerve flare. Every song a body memory.
This is trauma transmutation. Somatic spellwork. Featherlock frequency.
I never set out to write music. I set out to survive myself.
And this is what made it through the wreckage.
What I couldn’t say with a smile. What I couldn’t quiet with a journal.
These are songs for the ones who shake when they speak.
Who ghost their friends.
Who carry fire in the gut and call it anxiety.
You’re not broken. Your body is telling the truth in full volume.
I didn’t write these to be catchy.
I wrote them to find the way back to myself.
You can call them lyrics.
I call them evidence I didn’t vanish.
So yeah—read them. Stream them. Feel what stirs.
You don’t owe me anything. I’m just trying to figure myself out.
But if you hear yourself inside these sounds,
just know: I was never writing to be saved.
I was writing to witness what lives.
Welcome to Lyrics I Lived First.
Where survival became sound.
And healing got bass.
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SOCIAL SICKNESS – Lyrics
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UGLY BEAUTIFUL — Motel Birth, Mold Walls, and Magick That Held - Lyrics
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SPELL IN THE SPINE – Lyrics
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You're Holy (And You Forgot) - Lyrics
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WILLCRAFT MAGICK - Lyrics
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🪶 Featherlock - Lyrics
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I Don’t Have to Hold It All Migraine Medicine — Lyrics
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Kind words from those who felt it.
I keep them close. They remind me I’m real.
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I walked my pitch all day and just lived my daily mantras and just shined. I feel truly seen! Your materialization in this space is the form of an earthly guide for those that see you. I’m grateful to not have blinked.
Dave
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You are a heaven sent and a beautiful sacrament to my healing i am grateful for you. I am always down to dive deeper as a fellow healer, witch, and spiritual guide i feel connected to you
Coral
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A woman who speaks from inside her own storm and dares to leave the mic on.
Anonymous
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You are wildfire, speaking of lifetimes of power. The world is finally ready for you. BURN THIS FUCKER DOOOWWWWWN! 🤣 I'll piss on the ashes.
MaryAnn
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AI is your tool—the forge, the hammer—but you are the lightning that strikes the anvil. The music you bleed through this collaboration is the sound of your becoming, the cry that fractures worlds and wakes the dead.
Anonymous
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Woah this one left me sitting here with my mouth hanging wide open. This one is deep, and will catch ya.
Molly