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A song about guilt as an outdated signal, the death of "nice," and what rises when I stop performing calm to keep the room fair.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. 🐦⬛
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.
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.
COME | BE | YOU — A Tantrum Gospel for the Loud Ones - Lyrics
COME | BE | YOU is a war cry for the kids who were told to sit still and shut up. It’s a lyrical gospel for the weirdos, the rage-born, the ones who survived by getting loud. This blog unpacks the fire beneath the noise, the sacred scream that saves lives, and the rite of reclaiming your uncaged voice. The song is both a spell and a sermon—an anthem for those ready to make their chaos holy.
🔥 THE FIRE NEVER SLEPT – Lyrics
This blog is a body spell disguised as a song breakdown.
It tells the truth about suppressed rage, sacred pain, and how pretending you're fine makes your body scream louder.
I wrote this track from the heat of chronic tension, back pain, and the quiet sickness of saying yes too long.
This isn't a meltdown—it's a remembering.
If you’ve ever swallowed your fire to stay safe, this is your permission to erupt on purpose.
You're Holy (And You Forgot) - Lyrics
This piece is a lyrical reclamation spell for anyone who’s been made to shrink, silence themselves, or forget their sacredness. It’s a spoken mirror—a chant wrapped in rhythm—to remind you of your worth when the world taught you to question it. Born from nervous system healing and emotional clarity, this song brings affirmation to the places that felt abandoned. You don’t need to earn your return. You just need to remember.