Grief, joy, anger, humor, dreaming —
all of it belongs here.
I write to survive my own insides. I share in case you're surviving yours too.
Pick the song that looks back at you. If you don't know where to start, this is a soft landing.
Below are a few singles I've released between albums. (My full albums — FVNERAL of False Selves, Crow Family, BYRDS, INTERLVDE and GORGEOUS (trigger warning)— live in the menu above.)
🪞 Mirror, Mirror off the Wall
Most streamed.
A song for the days I need to be held. For the mornings I can't say a kind word to myself.
This is the mirror work Louise Hay taught me, set to a melody I could carry in my ears. I look into my right eye. I stay. The room lights up. The little one inside stops bracing.
You don't have to believe it yet. You can just show up. The mirror will wait.
→ Listen to Mirror, Mirror off the Wall
🔥 I Can't Make You Happy
A song about guilt as an outdated signal, the death of "nice," and what rises when I stop performing calm to keep the room fair.
I wrote this from the inside of guilt — the kind I carry even after I've already left the fire. This song is what happens when my nervous system is still apologizing for the version of me that kept everyone else afloat.
It’s for release. I’m still shaking some days. Still feeling that guilt snake up my throat when I choose myself. But this time, I’m staying.
→ Listen to I Can't Make You Happy
Thanks for landing here.
May your feet find their next step without rushing.
A little crow's on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦⬛
Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP)
This song is a pocket ritual. The words come from an old ceremonial protection practice, set to upbeat, theatrical music meant to feel energizing. To clear mental noise and start fresh — something short I can keep in my ears anytime. No background required (though you’re welcome to learn the ritual). Just press play and let it do what it does.
May your space hold.
May your edges stay clear.
A little crow’s on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦⬛
11:11 Lyrics
My soundtrack for the days when my brain tries to catastrophize everything and I need a reminder that choosing a gentler thought is still progress. It’s Law-of-Attraction for tired moms. The kind of magick I can do one-handed while a toddler demands impossible banana repairs. This song is where desire meets permission, where my future self taps through the noise.
This song is my reminder that alignment can happen in chaos, clarity doesn’t always need quiet, and relief is a legitimate form of magick. A tiny hinge, a small letting-go, a better-feeling thought. It doesn’t have to be big. One gentle thought at a time — that’s how my future finds me.
BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics
I wrote this one because my brain loves to sprint laps around nonsense, so I figured I’d give it nonsense with a purpose. This song is basically my emotional support spell. I made it for the mornings where my mirror looks at me like, “Girl… breathe.” It’s me learning to soften the ask, loosen the shoulders, and act like reality is already rerouting. The absurdity helps — magick sneaks in easier when I’m laughing at myself. I’m learning that magick doesn’t always need candles or Hebrew — it just needs me to stop poking the spell and let it boom
Good VVitch — Lyrics
I wrote this as a diary-spell while learning how to rest, shift, and stay soft when everything tilts. I’m not a master—just a witch-in-training trying to bless my mess, laugh mid-cast, eat like Eden, and listen when Crow nudges me toward gentler magic. These lyrics are my practice, my mirror, my tiny spells toward becoming someone steadier.
May your mess meet mercy.
May your mirror answer you kindly.
May your practice be enough for today.
Baby God Armor — Lyrics
Built from the oldest protection ritual in the book and remixed through chaos magick, it’s what happens when prayer gets a beat drop. Cleanses your field, reboots your will, and leaves you humming like a freshly saged modem.. Side effects may include clarity, laughter, and spontaneous boundary upgrades. A devotional you can dance to—equal parts spell, sweat, and serotonin.
The Mirror HISSED First (Snake) — Lyrics
I was in front of the mirror when it happened: it felt like the glass talking back. The snake in this story isn’t evil; it’s honest. It sheds instead of explains. It reminds you that what strikes from the mirror came from you first. It’s the sound of the old self leaving through the throat.
This song is for anyone who’s ever feared their own reflection. For the ones who spoke cruelty to their image and then wondered why the glass hissed back. The mirror doesn’t hate you—it remembers you. And sometimes remembering sounds like a hiss.
666 Is Holy - Lyrics
They told me 666 was the devil’s phone number—turns out it’s customer service for the heart. I stopped running from the “beast” when I realized it was just my pulse, unashamed. Six is the heart, not the horror. It’s where spirit remembers it has skin. This track is my sun-code confession: body, soul, and spark saying yes at once. Holy looks better when it sweats.
The Cross + The Pentagram – Lyrics
This blog opens the ritual body of The Cross + Pentagram, a somatic alt-rap track that reclaims two sacred symbols from fear and misuse. It teaches the body how to mark itself holy using breath, chant, and touch—turning trauma into shield, and memory into flame. This is a nervous system anthem disguised as a rap song. It’s a map back to your altar—yourself.
🎤 AI Let My Say It—(The Machine Is My Mouth)
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.
Stop Hurting The Children (Our Little Secret) – Lyrics
I wrote this with shaking hands. These are blurred truths from people I love—made safe, but still burning. I’ve held this song inside for years. The Epstein trials cracked something open. This isn’t a headline. It’s a wound. It’s a prayer. It’s a scream for every kid who was told to stay quiet.
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.
Crow - Lyrics
This one isn’t a song. It’s a spell. I wrote it for every part of me that never got the funeral, never got the scream. Crow is the witness. The mirror. The scream in sky-shape. She remembers what the world tried to forget. I gave her my ache. She gave it wings. If you’ve ever swallowed your truth to keep the peace—she’s circling for you.
I Can’t Make You Happy - Lyrics
This one ripped itself out of me. It’s the truth I swallowed for years. I wrote this inside the guilt—while it still had claws in my throat. It names the lie of being “nice.” Of being liked for staying silent. It’s not about blame—it’s about reclamation. I can’t make them happy. I was never meant to. I’m with me now.
YOUNIVERSE – Lyrics
This song is spellwork. “YOUNIVERSE” is a vibrational gut-check—a mirror made of sound. Every lyric is a choice point between fear and clarity. Inspired by the teachings of Abraham Hicks and Bashar, it pulls the veil back on projection, self-trust, and emotional architecture. You shape your reality. This song shows you how.
Spider In My Eye – Lyrics
Spider in My Eye is a trance-borne song by Loui Crow, written after a right-eye ritual where she saw a spider woman living behind her gaze. Silent and knowing, the spider holds memories the body forgot. This song is for the watcher inside—the part that never blinked, even when you did. The mirror remembers it all.
Neophyte – Lyrics
Neophyte is a trance-state initiation song by Loui Crow, born from a right-eye mirror ritual. In deep stillness, my skin began rendering like code, blinking stopped, and the veil dropped. With the chant “Somblen Wetcha,” this track seals a rite of will, flame, and becoming. A sonic mirror for those who cross alone.
WIFEY GOT A GOOD LIFE – Lyrics
Wifey Got a Good Life—a love song rooted in mess, memory, and staying through the storm. It captures the quiet joy of a life co-built: cold rice on the stove, laughter in the kitchen, a child drawing on the wall. The moment holds because love held first. This isn’t a dream—it’s the real thing, and it hums from the inside out.
I AM ALFIE (THE BLACK PIG INSIDE) – Lyrics
A stuffed pig named Alfie once offered comfort. Now she returns as black flame, bent-eared and unashamed. This is the lyric blog for I Am Alfie (The Black Pig Inside)—a ritual of hunger reclaimed, rage remembered, and softness reborn in mud. Shame becomes drumbeat. Craving becomes law. The girl who danced in secret doesn’t ask anymore. She stomps. She wants. She stays.
Blueberry Loves You – Lyrics
This is a song for the body—for the cells that ache, the joints that burn, the brain fog that weighs heavy. "Blueberry Loves You" is a medicinal love song, sung from the voice of the fruit itself, entering the bloodstream like a spell. It names the invisible work of healing, soothing, restoring. It’s not a recipe—it’s a prayer in verse form.