Lyrics I Lived First
Mirror work — meets meltdown — meets magick
(Scroll down for song lyrics)
🖤 GORGEOUS was my first full album — Lyrics live in its own tab.
Now I’m writing FVNERAL
It’s not just an album. It’s a burial.
Each song is a ghost, a Major Arcana Tarot card reversed —
a false self built to survive.
You’ll also find standalone songs here —
about mirrors and magick, rage and release, trauma and more.
Every one of them was a spell I needed at the time.
Maybe one of them is for you, too.
I’m slowly adding lyrics to everything I’ve made. The music is streaming on all platforms.
If you’re here reading — thank you.
The other pages?
Just bones I left behind for anyone still digging.
Always writing more. Check back in — I’m a Scorpio. I die often, update accordingly, and if that fails, I die again.
Crow holds the FVNERAL gate.
Leave the light on
1. MANIPULATOR (The Magician) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The second ghost still smiles while burning. They polish panic into charm, call control a kind of love. Every syllable’s armor, every silence a stage. But words can catch fire, and this is where they do. The Magician finally exhales, watching illusion melt from the mirror. Power softens. Breath returns. The FVNERAL keeps unfolding—ghost by ghost
0. HESITATOR (The Fool) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The ghost isn’t who hurt you. It’s the self that formed to survive it. The Hesitator is the Fool zipped into skin, stuck between spark and scream. This song is their autopsy — a breath caught mid-leap, a eulogy for the voice that stalled. It doesn’t beg to be healed. It begs to be named, buried, burned. The FVNERAL starts here. The others wait their turn.
Unbraced - Lyrics
This song came out of a yoga session where, for the first time since my son was born, I truly relaxed. He was safe downstairs with his uncle, finally trusting someone new, and my body finally believed it too. I cried with gratitude and relief. But the truth is, I was braced long before him. Braced is my setpoint. This track is the sound of my body untying its own armor—Unbraced.
I AM THE RAKE – Lyrics
This is what I wrote instead of screaming.
The rake moved what my mouth couldn’t say.
It dug through the grief I didn’t name—but still felt, still carried, still almost passed on.
It’s a rhythm for the ones who inherited the storm and chose to break the cycle with their body.
Not against the ones who came before—but for them.
For the love that was buried beneath duty.
For the softness that never got spoken.
I swing to clear space for that.
This is how I till the field and return with love.