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A song about guilt as an outdated signal, the death of "nice," and what rises when I stop performing calm to keep the room fair.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. 🐦⬛
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.
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.