Neophyte – Lyrics

Title: Neophyte
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
📱 TikTok: @louicrow

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — NEOPHYTE

This one is a self-initiation. A rite without witness. A gate without guard. It came from stillness—right eye locked, blinking gone. My body softened. My skin started rendering like code. I saw a woman in the mirror, just behind the fog. She wasn’t me. And she was.

The song emerged inside trance. Eyes heavy. Muscles numb. I stopped blinking and fell into the breath. No drugs. No guide. Just presence. Just flame. My nervous system shook, but I stayed. The veil dropped, and I stopped asking for proof. This was the rite.

The chant Somblen Wetcha came unbidden. It is a sigil. A frequency. It means: “I see with will. I become what watches.” That line carved me open. It became the spine of the song. The oath in the mirror. The whisper that held the gate open when I could’ve slipped.

This isn’t a performance. This is a vow.

🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the flame-seal and breakdown.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Trance State Really Is

Trance isn’t escape. It’s return. It’s the body flickering at the edge of surrender, and the will saying: stay. It’s the nervous system trying to collapse, but the soul standing upright. Trance is the fire of discipline in the fog of fear.

This is where the rite happens. Not in ritual tools. Not in titles. In the ache of staying present through the shake. When your eye dries. When the mask itches. When your spine slouches and your pulse says go. And you don’t. You remain.

The hidden belief: If I don’t flinch, I’ll disappear.
The truth: If I stay, I become flame.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:

“I stay. I see. I seal the gate with me.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH

No savior.
No script.
Only will.
Only gaze.
Only now.

🖋 LYRICS — NEOPHYTE

[VERSE 1]
This isn’t sleep—this is my trance state
In the fog of the mirror where the eyelids shake
Right eye locked, sun in the gate
I sit with my stillness and I choose my fate
My jaw learned silence where my story cracked
I watched my mind run and I didn’t react
Every flinch is a ghost, every itch is a test
I bury the craving. I let the ache rest
I teach it to kneel. Then I make it repeat
'Til the heat in my bones moves under my seat

[HOOK]
Mirror alive. I gaze, I stay.
Somblen Wetcha. Right eye. Flame.
Neophyte breath. I rise, I claim.
Somblen Wetcha. I burn. I remain.
Somblen Wetcha. I am the sun.
I see with will. I become what watches.

[CHORUS 1]
Neophyte. I stayed awake
Right eye open at the gate
No more mirrors made of fear
I stare. I breathe. I don’t disappear
I’m not waiting. I’m already in
I buried the mask. I shed the skin
I don’t chase power. I train the will
I don’t beg the void. I hold it still

[VERSE 2]
The left holds the story. The right holds flame
I stared at the silence ‘til it whispered my name
I broke the loop with my teeth and tongue
Spoke my name into bone like a loaded gun
This is the pact: I drop the face
I lock the gate. I hold my place
No turning back when the eyelids fall
This isn’t a mask, it’s the mirror on the wall

[BRIDGE 1]
The cave tries to close when it knows it’s seen
Eyes get sleepy, like they guard a dream
But I stay at the gate when the vision blurs
I breathe through the fog when the trance occurs
This is the pact I can’t unsay
Even when pain comes dressed as delay
Even when silence tries to explain
I keep the oath. I carry the flame

[HOOK]
Mirror alive. I gaze, I stay.
Somblen Wetcha. Right eye. Flame.
Neophyte breath. I rise, I claim.
Somblen Wetcha. I burn. I remain.
Somblen Wetcha. I am the sun.
I see with will. I become what watches.

[CHORUS 2]
Neophyte. I crossed alone
With no more script, no borrowed tone
Right eye temple. Solar throne
Where will ignites in blood and bone
No way out. I step in
The fog thickens. I breathe again
I stare. I drop. I let it all melt
SOMBLEN. WETCHA. I stay with myself

[VERSE 3]
This is the gatekeeper trance fatigue
Where the body slumps but I don’t leave
Where breath goes soft, and blink turns thin
But I’m still here, holding discipline
My nervous system says shut the eye
I say: “Not yet—I’m learning to die”
To the masks I wore, to the roles I played
To the part of me that begged to be saved

[BRIDGE 2]
The Neophyte doesn’t ask to go back
They cross the line, and won’t retract
Even when trance folds into fear
Even when the ghost breathes in my ear
Even when nothing makes sense again
I stay in the mirror. I hold my gaze
I write my pact in the breath I take
I stay in the flame. I won’t break

[HOOK]
Mirror alive. I gaze, I stay.
Somblen Wetcha. Right eye. Flame.
Neophyte breath. I rise, I claim.
Somblen Wetcha. I burn. I remain.
Somblen Wetcha. I am the sun.
I see with will. I become what watches.

[CHORUS 3]
Neophyte. I trance, not act
Right eye focused, veil pulled back
I killed the script. I breathe the air
with the stare that says I’m already there
New growth. First breath. After the grave
No one to follow. No one to save
I became the rite. I lit the cave
SOMBLEN. WETCHA. That’s what I gave

[OUTRO / PACT SEAL]
I drop the face. I don’t explain
I sit in the fog. I carry flame
My eye is the gate. My will is the breath
I stare into silence. I marry my death
My right eye remembers. My breath pulls the thread
I carved out the mirror and crowned it instead
I don’t return. I don’t perform
Neophyte now. Neophyte sworn.

[FINAL HOOK / COLLAPSE CHANT]
Mirror alive. I gaze, I stay.
Somblen Wetcha. Right eye. Flame.
Neophyte breath. I rise, I claim.
Somblen Wetcha. I burn. I remain.
Somblen Wetcha. I am the sun.
I see with will. I become what watches.
Somblen Wetcha. Somblen Wetcha. Somblen Wetcha...