4. COMMANDER (The Emperor) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album

We’re inside the second act of the FVNERAL ritual album—“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 — COMMANDER (The Emperor)

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The Commander is the ghost of control—leadership turned to armor, power used to protect what was never safe.
They build order out of panic and call it peace. They confuse being steady with being numb.

This ghost learned early that chaos meant danger, so they became the structure that could not crack.
They speak like blueprints. They move like checklists. They measure worth by stability and call exhaustion “duty.”

I wrote this after realizing how much of my strength was fear in disguise.
How I micromanaged reality because it once abandoned me.
How “helping” became surveillance, and “holding it together” became a slow collapse.

The Commander doesn’t trust softness—it looks like surrender.
They’d rather snap than sway. But power without tenderness corrodes.
Their ghost hides behind responsibility, saying, If I stop, everything falls apart.
What they really mean is, If I stop, I’ll have to feel it.

Their healing began when they learned that control is not safety.
True command isn’t domination; it’s discernment.
The Emperor upright builds; the Emperor reversed barricades.

To resurrect them, I had to drop the blueprint.
To let the current decide the course.
To realize rest isn’t rebellion—it’s repair.

🔮 MYTH MAP INSIDE THE SONG

In Crow language, The Commander is The Ghost of Overorder—the one who mistakes control for care.
They are the reverse of The Emperor, whose true law is clarity, not confinement.
Where Emperor rules from structure, Commander rules from fear.

Magically, this song sits at the fourth gate—the ghost of authority before surrender.
After the Magician (speech), the High Priestess (silence), and the Empress (care), comes the Emperor (control).
Together, they form the first pillar of FVNERAL: how we build walls around what once hurt.

Psychologically, the Commander’s wound is hyper-responsibility.
They became the adult too soon—the one who handled everyone else’s storms.

They learned that chaos equals danger, so they built cages out of calendars and called it safety.
Their ghost flinches at rest, mistakes trust for weakness, and worships reliability like religion.

In the body, this shows as vigilance, burnout, insomnia, chronic muscle tension—the nervous system on permanent duty.
Spiritually, it’s the refusal to let life flow. The need to predict every outcome before breathing.
Crow says: “You can’t steer the wind, only the sail.”

This is the burial of The Emperor Reversed—the ghost who believed control was compassion.

🕯️ 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.

A ghost is not a person who hurt you.
It’s the you that built systems to survive.
The perfectionist. The charmer. The caretaker. The commander.
Each one learned a kind of magic to stay alive—and now must be unlearned to stay real.

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

“I rest without guilt.
The world still spins.”

🎵 LYRICS — COMMANDER (The Emperor)

[Intro ]
I am the Emperor — loosening grip,
the tighter I try, the more I slip.
I am the Commander —
Ghost labeled happy as “showing off,”
so I praise the storm and hide the loss.
If pain’s a letter, then open me—
let the ghost write what I couldn’t speak.
[pause]
The joke about me being “a rock” hurts—
no one calls a rock for comfort.
I am the Commander.

[Verse 1]
They call me strong — I take the oath.
Strong just means I take the load.
Walk out the room, they burst with laughter,
listen close to what they whisper after.
The more I do, the more they lean,
build their peace, it strips me clean.
People drop — and so do I.
Trust is just a softer lie.
The more I lead, the more they stall,
I end up carrying it all.
Hold my ground — my knees say “nope.”
Ghost always ready to tighten the rope.
Say “I’m okay” while my stomach frays.
Nails bitten bare, fog in my brain.
They called me wild till I obeyed.
Overwork, isolate — they won’t find my gate.

[Pre-Chorus]
Ghost locks my neck like a dial turned too far.
Command is shield; love leaves scars.
Ghost taught me care is controlling the ship.
Brow stays furrowed; everyone says I look upset.
I don’t know why—was it something I said?!
I am the Commander.

[Chorus]
I am Commander — loosening grip,
the tighter I try, the more I slip.
I’m not cold; I’m composed— I am Commander.
Micromanage panic mechanic,
habit is law, and law’s volcanic.
Ghost hates to be laughed at — command is care.
If I stay angry, I won’t get hurt.
Do the job ’cause no one answers.

[Verse 2]
I never got to be the one who ran,
Never held, just told to stand.
Never got to be soft and loud,
Just learned how to make them proud.
Became the calm so they’d calm down.
I hold the frame so they don’t fall.
I micromanage reality,
Because reality failed me.
They say I don’t listen, just lecture—
Order is love when you live on despair.
They say I explain things they already know—
I’m just proving I care in the only way I know.
I finish first so I can’t be last.
People think I hate emotion—no, I’m obsessed!
Crying would prove they were right—
If they’re right, who am I without the fight?

[Pre-Chorus]
Ghost locks my neck like a dial turned too far.
Command is shield; love leaves scars.
Ghost taught me care is controlling the ship.
Brow stays furrowed; everyone says I look upset.
I don’t know why—was it something I said?!
I am the Commander.

[Chorus]
I am Commander — loosening grip,
the tighter I try, the more I slip.
I’m not cold; I’m composed— I am Commander.
Micromanage panic mechanic,
habit is law, and law’s volcanic.
Ghost hates to be laughed at — command is care.
If I stay angry, I won’t get hurt.
Do the job ’cause no one answers.

[Bridge]
Commander fades when I show my feelings,
Build ladders ’cause I’m afraid of ceilings.
Don’t trust the tremor of my own hand,
Count footsteps — left-right, stand.
Learning peace needs no permission,
Unlearning safety, unlearning submission.

[Chorus]
I am Commander — loosening grip,
the tighter I try, the more I slip.
I’m not cold; I’m composed— I am Commander.
Micromanage panic mechanic,
habit is law, and law’s volcanic.
Ghost hates to be laughed at — command is care.
If I stay angry, I won’t get hurt.
Do the job ’cause no one answers.

[Outro]
I wasn’t born the Commander,
built that armor after.
My strength became burden,
now I rest — let current determine.
Drop the mask; ask for aid,
no war remains behind this face.
The ghost is gone.
The Gate is sealed.

🪶 CROW BLESSING

May the hands that held the world unclench.
May the plans fall gentle where your pulse begins.
May you remember: power isn’t pressure—
it’s presence.

🕳 The FVNERAL continues.

Next Ghost: 5. GATEKEEPER (The Hierophant)
“Break the chain. Bless the ashes.”
Leave the light on.