6. SPLIT (The Lovers) — 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

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“Split” is the eulogy of almost-love.
If Gatekeeper buried borrowed belief, Split buries borrowed identity.
This song reveals the half-versions of me who kept rehearsing connection instead of living it— a tarot study of The Lovers card reversed.

I used to think self-awareness was safety.
If I could predict, decode, manage, I wouldn’t get blindsided again.
But reflection without embodiment turns into surveillance.

That’s why the Split obsesses over optics.
Reads texts twice.
Checks the angle of her own vulnerability before sharing it.
She’s not vain; she’s scared.
If she can anticipate rejection, she can stay ahead of heartbreak.

But mirrors lie when they’re all you look at.
You can’t heal through reflection alone.
You have to touch.

"“If I choose, I’ll lose the other version of me.”

After Gatekeeper stopped guarding belief, Split tests what happens when you actually open the door.

It’s where philosophy becomes flesh. Where safety stops being the habit.
Where love stops being mirror and becomes mouth. It’s saying, This is me, still here, even while touching you.

(Keep scrolling for lyrics)

— “Commitment itches where comfort is.”
The line stings because it’s true. Safety feels foreign when chaos has been the only proof of connection.

🗝 PERSONALITY PROFILE — THE SPLIT (The Lovers)

Archetype: The Mirror-Twin. The one who loves through imitation and calls it connection.
Shadow Motivation: Safety through shapeshifting. Stay liked by staying unclear.
Core Fear: If I choose, I’ll lose. If I’m known, I’ll vanish.
Core Desire: To merge without dissolving. To feel belonging without losing the self.

Ghost Pattern: Longing. Empathy as camouflage.
Lives suspended between versions of self—performing peace while nursing panic.
She doesn’t chase love; she curates it. Keeps it aesthetic, theoretical, unfinished.

Body Language:
Shoulders rise mid-breath; sentences trail off.
Smiles on cue, cries in private.

How Her Ghost Speaks:
“Wait until it feels certain.”
“Don’t ruin it.”

How Crow Counters:
“Love is choice, not camouflage.”

Magick Function (Zayin / Sword):
To divide illusion from intimacy. When dull, it cuts connection; when sharp, it defines it.

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG —

This one came from the breath that never finished.
The moment I realized fatigue wasn’t from doing too much—
it was from doing everything halfway.
Half-loved. Half-safe. Half-alive.

Writing this, I saw how often I used love as evidence instead of exchange.
How many times I called obsession “intention,”
How easily I built altars to potential instead of people.
This song caught me mid-gesture—
still halfway between devotion and disappearance.
It’s every time I retreated instead of reaching.

Crow says: “Split isn’t the wound. It’s the window.”

🔮 MYTH MAP INSIDE THE SONG —

Position in FVNERAL: Sixth ghost.
The first crack of Pillar Two — The Bonds That Broke.

After Gatekeeper (The Hierophant reversed) guarded truth through doctrine,
Split (The Lovers reversed) guards truth through indecision.
Where Gatekeeper said, “I’ll stay safe by being certain,”
Split says, “I’ll stay safe by staying unfinished.”
Both crave control; both fear surrender.

Tarot / Magick Layer — Zayin, “The Sword”
The Hebrew letter Zayin connects Understanding (Binah) to Beauty (Tiphareth).
It’s the cut that turns concept into clarity.
When dull, it breeds confusion; when sharp, it defines love without killing it.
Zayin teaches that every real union requires separation from illusion.

Psychological Layer
Raised between contradictions—
this ghost became fluent in everyone else’s language but her own.
She confuses empathy with identity, passion with performance.
She mirrors to belong, then resents her own reflection.

🩻 FEATHERLOCK MAP

Heart / Pericardium – “choice load”
Grip: flutter, ache, chest heat after closeness.
Ghost: love equals collapse; the heart rehearses exits.
Feather: every yes steadies the beat.

Vagus / Throat – “unsent speech”
Grip: lump, reflux, words swallowed mid-sentence.
Ghost: safety through silence.
Feather: said is soothed.

Solar Plexus – “half-commit”
Grip: nausea before decisions, hiccup breath.
Ghost: completion equals captivity.
Feather: completion is circulation.

Heartburn – “suppressed joy”
Grip: acid reflux after happiness.
Ghost: joy mistaken for danger.
Feather: sweetness survives release.

Hands – “control reflex”
Grip: clenched palms, busywork during conflict.
Ghost: arrangement equals safety.
Feather: open hands, exhale out

Pelvis – “merge / vanish toggle”
Grip: numbness or clench after intimacy.
Ghost: touch equals takeover.
Feather: want with a wall.

Skin – “outline anxiety”
Grip: hives flare, breakout, over-grooming.
Ghost: blurred edges mimic belonging, held in words
Feather: clear edge, kinder touch.

Chronic Fatigue – “half-life drain”
Grip: collapse after connection.
Ghost: the nervous system stays braced, even in rest.
Feather: declare the day done; let the switch click off.

Crow Language:
Crow Language: “Split wants proof before she’ll feel.
She calls distance discipline.
Crow says: “stop practicing presence—
arrive.”

When love feels like drowning, the chest builds a dam.
When joy threatens to overflow, acid climbs the throat.
When intimacy holds too long, exhaustion floods in after.
The physiology is not metaphor—it’s history in motion.

This is the somatic sermon of the Lovers reversed:
The body remembers the cost of caring before it remembers the joy of it.

🗣 CROW AFFIRMATION

“I am safe after the choice.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH

Fatigue isn’t from too much doing—it’s from half-living.
Indecision is devotion without courage.
Love without choice is worship without breath.
Crow says: “Split open sweetly. Let love make the cut.”

🗺 TL;DR — SPLIT

The Lovers reversed:
Love as avoidance. Choice withheld. Connection rehearsed.
The ghost craves unity but fears definition.
Breath shallow, heart guarded
Crow presses the chest: “Exhale. Choose.”

When this card appears in a reading:
The Lovers reversed asks where you’re mistaking neutrality for peace.
It reveals the places you perform balance instead of feeling it.
It whispers that real union requires decision—
not the perfect one, just the real one.

The invitation:
breathe all the way out.
Because every “maybe” is a weight on the chest, and every choice withheld is a half-life.

🎵 LYRICS —

(where I stop mistaking indecision for balance)

[INTRO – slow spoken word like a eulogy]
I used to think love was conducting,
maybe it’s a conversation I keep interrupting.
Crow says—“Pick a self, any self.”
I nod, halfway gone.
Ghost laughs—“You first.” I’m on the shelf.
prayed for wings, panicked when the ground fell.
Love leans left, loss leans right,
I am the lovers’ split.

[VERSE 1]
not tired from doing too much —
more from doing everything half-touched.
clean when I’m angry — easier to fix,
TV on so thoughts don’t mix.
read texts twice — look for what I missed,
watch who they look at, pretend I don’t exist.
jealousy is logic — “I knew it, I knew it.”
I don’t shout, I collect clues.
empathy erases me.
hope is embarrassing —
rage is railing; climb to see.
one hand on the door in case the past finds key.
I’ll be whoever they need me to be.
Crow says: “Choice isn’t what or who—
it’s between you and you.”

[PRE-CHORUS 1]
ghost says, “I’ll never fit in.”
I test for safety — trauma steps in.
Crow says, “Your life’s a rerun.”
“I just like knowing when it’s coming undone.”
each thought’s a seed or a snare I spin,
split learns not to worship what kept it in.

[CHORUS]
Lovers split — one’s fear, one’s wish.
One wants calm, one loves conflict.
Love me, leave me, I exist between.
Commitment itches where comfort is.
Shapeshifter split — don’t know who deserves
the self I serve, or the self I swerve.
Lovers split — half allowing, half afraid.
Lovers split — I reach, then barricade.

[VERSE 2]
buy candles I never light — I’ll relax one day.
stay up late rewriting what I meant to say.
ask, “you okay?” but I mean, “am I safe?”
keep receipts on kindness — in case I’m tried.
love turns to math, fear amplifies.
I love the idea of you.
Crow hums, “grief’s just comfort you reuse.”
I’m loyal till I’m cornered, honest till I’m bored.
chemistry out of conflict — it lasts more.
Keep testing for safety — more trauma steps in.
truth is — I panic when someone commits.
Crow laughs, “You keep dating your yesterdays.”
it’s not finding the one that remains,
“Become the one who stays.”
I was never divided — just afraid
to bury the dream I’d already made.

[BRIDGE]
teach me the taste of wrong,
so I can crave want.
I forgive the fear—it meant I was near.
split’s not the scar, it’s the seam.
union was always waiting between.

[OUTRO – slow spoken word like a eulogy]
When pain rings—it’s you, calling you.
To live is to choose.
Gate sealed; the day is new.
FVNERAL continues.
The next ghost rides.

🪶 CROW BLESSING

May every half you’ve been learn how to hold the other.
May the sword of love cut only what’s false.
May breath complete its sentence, and choice find you whole.
The gate is sealed. The ritual continues.