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GORGEOUS was the first album, the scream, the first skin I shed.
This album comes with a trigger warning and lives in its own tab.
It covers sexual coercion, PTSD, abuse, and more.

FVNERAL is the burial: a double album with
27 tracks, 22 Reversed Major Arcana Tarot Cards
as ghost burials of false selves I once needed to survive.
(still being written)

Between them, I write single release songs —
rage, trauma, mirror work, grief, magick, parenting and trying not to pass the storm down, and more.

Everything here was written because I needed it.
If you’re reading, maybe something in here needs you too.

My songs are written by me (a Scorpio with too many journals) and sung through Suno.

The songs below are mirrors. Pick the one that stares back.

Crow is on the wire, keeping watch over you.

1. MANIPULATOR (The Magician) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album

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

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0. HESITATOR (The Fool) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album

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.

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Ripple - Lyrics

Ripple - Lyrics

This one came through like thunder. I wrote it from the ribs, where the church and the wound both echo. “Ripple” isn’t about saving—it's about seeing. It’s Christ and the Devil, rage and breath, ash and gold. I’m not the map. I’m the quake. The scream. The mirror. The ripple. I wrote this to wake the holy in your hurt.

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