MARROW – Lyrics For The Survivors

MARROW – Lyrics
Title: MARROW
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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💔 ABOUT THE SONG — MARROW
This is the exorcism of a ghost named Marrow. She was the girl who performed safety, who smiled on cue, who played dead to survive. This song doesn’t just remember her—it buries her.

MARROW is the body reclaiming itself. It’s rage wrapped in ritual, trauma turned into tempo. Every line is a scar becoming a map. This is for every woman who ever flinched and called it love, who ever bent her voice to fit inside someone else’s idea of safety.

This song is a body-based confession and a full-volume goodbye. If she lived in your joints too, this one’s for you.

🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the body-spell ritual and breakdown.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Pelvic Shame Really Is
Pelvic shame is the ghost of obedience. It lives in the hips, in the squeeze behind your knees, in the locked jaw when your legs said no but your face said smile. It’s the muscle memory of silence. The false safety of submission.

You were never broken. You were trained.

Marrow is what gets left behind when your body becomes a decoy for approval. She kneels to survive. But you rise to live.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
“I stand. I bite. I scream. I ignite.”

🕯️ Ritual: Ghost in the Hips Place one hand on your pelvis. One hand on your throat.

Rock your hips side to side. Let your voice shake loose.

Whisper: “I don’t kneel for ghosts.”

Hum low until it rattles your ribs. Then growl.

Repeat the affirmation. Claim the shift.

💔 CROW TRUTH
Obedience was a ghost costume.
Your hips were never the sin.
She kept you still. You moved.
She flinched. You rise.
The gate is sealed.

🕋 LYRICS — MARROW

INTRO – Whisper-Chant
She played dead pretty so the hands got bored.
Smiled like a trophy they never adored.
I watched her vanish while the crowd got loud—
She bled through denim just to make them proud.
Said “yes” so fast they forgot she could speak,
But I heard her scream underneath my teeth.

She lived in my joints,
in the way I walked slow.
Leaking her memory
but no one would know.
She kept me small
so the room stayed calm.
Now I bite the leash
with a scream in my palm.
My pelvis remembers
what my mind erased.
She smiled through terror
with her knees in place.

VERSE 1 – Memory Excavation
She laid down soft like a loyal pet
Trained by fear, by silent threat
Smiled real sweet with my jaw half-set
She tracked the room like a war zone chart
Studied who got loud, who fell apart
Laughed on time, but the chest was tight
Counted wins by how I shrank just right
Laid down flat like a dog on screen
Taught to serve first, keep the edges clean
Smiled with lips while my fists went mean
Marked escape routes, tracked the cues
Counted silence like loaded fuse

CHORUS – Scream/Chant
She lived in my marrow.
Now I lock that gate.
We buried her ghost.
She won’t reincarnate.
She bled in stillness.
I rise in sound.
She curled in shame.
I pound the ground.

VERSE 2 – Confession to Conviction
They said "bossy" when she had a game plan
Said "crazy" when she took a stand
So she stopped speaking, started scheming
Laced her thoughts in baited meaning
Guided the room till it echoed back
Her own lines in his voice track

Faked the moans. Played the slut.
Closed my eyes and loosened up
Said, "It's fine," when I split in half
Now I want my fucking body back
Now I’m taking my body back!

PRE-CHORUS 2 – Stronger Now
I was theory wearing chains
Now I map the buried pains
Every glitch became a guide
To the self I had to hide

CHORUS – Scream/Chant
She lived in my marrow
Now I spit her out
Smile. Spread. Serve.
Bury. Burn. Shout.
She laid down
Now I stand proud
She was made of “yes”
But I’m screaming loud

BRIDGE – Half-Time Breakdown
This is for the girl who flinched at love
Who spread her legs to shut them up
Who thought submission kept her safe
Who made her pain a pretty shape
This is for the rage that grew
Inside each lie I called “me too”
Now I bite back. Now I scream.
Now I torch the fucking dream.

(Glitch FX + scream layering: “She won’t come with me.”)

FINAL CHORUS – Overlay Vocals
She lived in my marrow.
Now I lock that gate.
We buried her ghost.
She won’t reincarnate.
She bled in stillness.
I rise in sound.
She curled in shame.
I pound the ground.

This voice won’t kneel,
I bite through the chain.
You taught me to feel,
Now I flood the vein.

OUTRO – Spoken Eulogy + Fade FX
She bent, she bled, she played it narrow.
I wore her face to buy some grace.
She kept me safe—but lost my place.
She smiled when she should’ve screamed.
Took the blow so I could dream.
She took the pain.
I took the win.
So I laid her down and shed that skin.
Now I breathe with nothing to prove.
She held me still.
Now I move.
She kneeled.
I rise.
Her ghost—
Goodbye.

(soft whisper)
The gate is sealed.
Rest in peace, Marrow.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
This post speaks to women and survivors who were trained to perform consent, who learned to flinch instead of feel, who bent their bodies to stay safe in unsafe places. It reaches the one who said “I’m fine” while splitting in half. The blog transforms that shame into sacred rage, guiding them to scream, reclaim, and release. The soul win is this: You are not your ghost. Your hips belong to you. And your voice? It moves.