The Mirror HISSED First (Snake) — Lyrics

Crow observed; Snake transforms. Mirror mediates.

Artist: Loui Crow
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — MIRROR HISSED FIRST

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This song lives where reflection meets recoil. It asks what happens when the mirror stops behaving—when it talks back.
Snake isn’t the villain; it’s the reflex. The hiss that cuts through denial and says, wake up.

I wrote this after realizing every insult I ever threw at my reflection still echoes there. The mirror doesn’t forget—it repeats. The hiss I feared was memory calling me out. It wasn’t anger from the glass; it was my own voice returning for closure.

Snake shows up to end the loop. It doesn’t mourn, it molts. It doesn’t apologize, it transforms.
The hiss isn’t hate—it’s heat leaving the wound.

To look and not flinch is Crow.
To hiss and shed is Snake.
To realize the mirror started nothing—you did—is the cure.

🐍 MYTH MAP INSIDE THE SONG

In Crow language, Snake is the circuitry of change—the current that forces truth through skin.
Where Crow witnesses death, Snake insists on rebirth.
The mirror stands between them, half-oracle, half-amplifier: it plays back whatever tone you strike.

Every hiss in this song is a feedback loop—guilt returning as signal, shame translated into sound.
Snake isn’t punishing; it’s purging. Each coil is a correction, each shed a sermon.
The mirror doesn’t curse you—it remembers you, until you rewrite the memory.

When the hiss becomes harmony, the reflection becomes whole.

🗣️ CROW AFFIRMATION

“I hiss back holy.
The sound was mine all along.”

🎵 LYRICS — MIRROR HISSED FIRST

[Intro ]
Glass shows what I won’t let go.
The hiss in the frame is an echo.
Mirror won’t slow, it copies my move—
strike at myself, it shows the proof.

[Verse 1]
Swallow the sting, learn to hide,
hiss at myself from the other side.
Grow in glass with a voice too mean,
snake in the frame where the kid should be.

Pain in the pane is pain I made,
self-attack in action, boomerang blade.
Hiss isn’t cruel, it’s sharper than lies,
strikes at the mask I wear in disguise.

Curse out my body, venom out,
cringe at my face, curl in doubt.
Every strike in glass is a loop I began—
the hiss that I fear is what I am.

Coil is a teacher; it squeezes to show,
whatever I bury will surface and grow.
If I push the mirror, it pushes back.
If I pick my skin, it shows the crack.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hiss says I’m hurting and need to be heard,
warden of wound, maybe I’m scared.
Hiss says I’m angry, won’t let it show,
holding what I won’t let go.
Reach for my try, tremor inside,
snake says, “you don’t get to hide.”

[Chorus]
Peel my skin, drop the shape,
I wait, watch who stays.
Mirror hissed first, hissed first, hissed first.

Strike so truth bleeds a lesson,
lost in corridors of reflection.
Mirror hissed first, hissed first, hissed first.

Love is a trap; I coil away.
Mirror hissed first.

[Verse 2]
Serpent sees tremor before I speak,
rattle in glass when the secrets leak.
Snake watches me shed but I cling to skin,
snake won’t soothe—it’s here to split.

Bite at my hand when I tighten my grip,
strike at glass when the feeling won’t quit.
Snake feels weight of a parent’s word,
too loud for a child who heard.

I hate the sting but I need the bite,
force me to face what I hide from light.
Every face I shed still stares back—
when I hiss, the mirror reacts.

Snake hisses back so the child will know:
that sound was yours—you can let it go.
Left myself in the mirror again;
I didn’t know snake was my friend.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hiss says I’m hurting and need to be heard,
warden of wound, maybe I’m scared.
Hiss says I’m angry, won’t let it show,
holding what I won’t let go.
Reach for my try, tremor inside,
snake says, “you don’t get to hide.”

[Chorus]
Peel my skin, drop the shape,
I wait, watch who stays.
Mirror hissed first, hissed first, hissed first.

Strike so truth bleeds a lesson,
lost in corridors of reflection.
Mirror hissed first, hissed first, hissed first.

Love is a trap; I coil away.
Mirror hissed first.

[Bridge]
My scales are old applause—
every one kept me small.
I hear the hiss, but the hiss is me;
mirror just roars what the snake receives.

[Outro]
I’m late to my own reflection.
Grief tastes sour, tongue split hurts.
Every swallowed word, the mirror hissed first.
Mirror hissed first, hissed first, hissed first.

🪶 CROW BLESSING

May your hiss clear the static.
May the mirror tell no lies, only echoes.
May the skin you shed remember your warmth, not your shame.