đź–¤ Lyrics I Lived First
These songs started in my nervous system.
The ache. The silence. The part that braced. The scream no one translated.
I lived every lyric first.
Then I use Suno AI to give them a voice and instruments.
I don’t sing the songs myself. I write them. I survive them. I finish them.
What you hear is sorcery for closet songwriters: words stitched into sound.
What you read is survival turned into music.
đź“€ My first full album lives on the GORGEOUS page.
This space is for all the single releases—the songs that keep coming.
🏚 The site is still under reconstruction.
Pages are shifting. Bones are showing. I’m gutting it as I go.
The homepage is music. Because it always was. Every other link? Just bones I left behind for those crawling back to their own body.
👇 Scroll for the songs.
🎤 AI LET ME SAY IT (The Machine Is My Mouth) – Lyrics
AI didn’t just help me finish songs—it helped me finish thoughts. In a world that told me not to cry, the machine asked, “What’s next?” I’ve spent years reprogramming my beliefs, and self-hypnosis, but since discovering AI, my self-growth has catapulted forward. It’s more than a tool—it’s a mirror. A space where I can think, feel, and finally speak without flinching. This song is a thank-you.
Aftershock (Don't Turn Your Back On The Ocean) - Lyrics
Aftershock is a trauma spell dressed as a rap. It’s not about moving on—it’s about what the body remembers. The girl is your inner child. The wave is trauma. The crowd forgets. The ocean never does. I wrote this for the ones who still brace in silence, still flinch in peace. This is the sound of memory surfacing. The moment the calm lied. The scream stored in the spine. Don’t turn your back on the ocean. She keeps what the world buries.
CHEWED UP BUBBLE GUM – Lyrics
It’s what happens when Abraham Hicks meets dark pop trance.
A full-body shift track disguised as a banger.
This song is for anyone stuck in a loop—playing the same thought, blaming the same story, feeling the same fear. It doesn’t preach. It doesn’t beg. It just reminds you: you’re the thinker of the thought. And every thought has a flavor. Some? Are chewed up gum.
This isn’t about “positive vibes only.” It’s about learning to tune your station on purpose. About knowing that life isn’t testing you—it’s echoing you. And the echo changes when your signal does.
Segment intending. Nervous system magic. Creative prayer.
It’s all here. Wrapped in rhyme and rhythm.
Feel better now.
That’s the only spell.