Lyrics I Lived First

Mirror work — meets meltdown — meets magick

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🖤 GORGEOUS was my first full album — Lyrics live in its own tab.

Now I’m writing FVNERAL
It’s not just an album. It’s a burial.
Each song is a ghost, a Major Arcana Tarot card reversed
a false self built to survive.

You’ll also find standalone songs here —
about mirrors and magick, rage and release, trauma and more.
Every one of them was a spell I needed at the time.
Maybe one of them is for you, too.

I’m slowly adding lyrics to everything I’ve made. The music is streaming on all platforms.
If you’re here reading — thank you.

The other pages?
Just bones I left behind for anyone still digging.

Always writing more. Check back in — I’m a Scorpio. I die often, update accordingly, and if that fails, I die again.

Crow holds the FVNERAL gate.
Leave the light on

Our Lady of the Lash – Lyrics

Our Lady of the Lash – Lyrics

This song comes from the choke in my throat, the hush I inherited, the catechism of being small. Our Lady of the Lash is me breaking that gag. I drag the rake through inherited hush, dig up the grief, and write scripture in scars. This is not obedience. This is resurrection. Rage is my gospel. Holiness isn’t hush—it’s survival that learned to roar.

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WHAT’S YOUR MARK? (The Ghost)

WHAT’S YOUR MARK? (The Ghost)

What’s Your Mark? is a mirror-song for the ones who smiled through survival. It’s about the bite behind “be good,” the flinch behind “be nice.” Every verse speaks the ghost you became to be kept. You weren’t born ashamed—you were trained. This is the body’s record. The rage beneath the praise. The addiction born from silence. You didn’t vanish. You adapted. Now the mark is glowing. And the mirror is calling you home.

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Ripple - Lyrics

Ripple - Lyrics

This one came through like thunder. I wrote it from the ribs, where the church and the wound both echo. “Ripple” isn’t about saving—it's about seeing. It’s Christ and the Devil, rage and breath, ash and gold. I’m not the map. I’m the quake. The scream. The mirror. The ripple. I wrote this to wake the holy in your hurt.

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