dark pop

More Than a Friend

Caffeine

dead2me

A raw look at love and effort—this track calls out the gap between words and actions. It’s about showing up fully, demanding real commitment, and holding space for the grind that love actually requires. No fluff, no sugarcoating—just truth about giving your all and expecting the same in return.
If you’ve ever felt like you gave everything and got less back, this one’s for you. Real talk about presence over promises, and love as a two-way street.

What You Bring

Dark, visceral storytelling — every track is a confession, every beat a ritual

Vocal delivery that bites like venom, whispers truths she can't confess

Production that crashes waves over her bedroom floors like thunder in a tomb

Think of this as the moonlit hunter’s EP, each drop a chain around her neck.

candyman

hi, this is a song that i wrote a bit ago and thought for a long time about whether it would fit my musical world & ideas going forward. i decided probably not but i wanted to share it anyways as a gift and i hope you enjoy it :)
cover art by the amazing vv
 
LYRICS: 

Verse 1 
Standing there frozen holding a shotgun 
Bodies still warm but you’re screaming out to me 
Oh, baby this was a mistake
Oh 
You said I was cool until I got better 
And you might right but I don't need to hear it 
Scrubbing so hard on your t shirt 
Uh oh 

Pre chorus 
And you must have known better but you didn't know her 
So it's all totally fine, fine, fineeee 

Chorus 
I swore I’d bury the body if it was ours to kill 
I would have gave you the matches for you to burn the fucking world 
And if you woke up crying I’d always dry your eyes 
But now you've done it baby somethings I can't rationalise 

Verse 2
You play the good guy till your not sober 
Wait till your mother gone hear about this (uh uh, uh uh)
She won't admit but your making her sick oh oh

And you hands are all bloody
There's no way you can spin this 
I've seen just who you are and it goes right to the heart 
And you look so uncomfy in the bed that you've made 
But that don't make it okay, kay, kay

Chorus 
I swore I’d bury the body, if it was ours to kill 
I would have gave you the matches for you to burn the fucking world 
And if you woke up crying, I’d always dry your eyes 
But now you've done it baby, somethings I can't rationalise 

I'd be your getaway driver if you’d only asked 
I try act as your lifeline there ain't no questions asked 
And if you woke up crying, I’d always dry your eyes 
But now you've done it baby, somethings I can't rationalise

rationalise demo

late-night confession wrapped in candlelight and quiet storms.
“Draw You In” is about letting someone close when every instinct says to lock the door —
a soft-spoken surrender where vulnerability becomes the melody.
Minimal production. Whispered vocals. Raw emotion.
No walls. No polish. Just truth, breath, and heartbeat.

Draw You In

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Cry Baby

This album is about breaking, rebuilding, and realizing that you don’t need to be saved to keep standing. Every track traces a piece of that journey — from silence to fire, from falling apart to finding clarity in the ruins. It’s dark, emotional, and honest. I wanted it to feel like walking through a city after the storm, when the lights come back on but everything still carries the memory of the night. This isn’t about redemption. It’s survival.

Drive

A neon-lit chessboard pulses under flickering streetlights. Every heartbeat is a metronome, every thought a blade. This is trap-phonk laced with glitchcore venom: sitar riffs slice through 808 thunder while distorted vocals whisper death notes in binary.  Lyrically, it’s Light Yagami vs. L on a midnight rooftop—justice raining in silence, logic hunting in cold math. No heroes, no mercy, just calculated carnage and the echo of “Next move?”

Checkmate Mind

confession booth for the hypocrite in all of us. From personal demons to calling out influencers, politicians, and that "woke 'til it costs" crowd. If you've ever judged the world while dodging your own mess, this one's for you.

Mirror, Mirror

I turned my mental health crisis into your 3-minute comedy special.
This one’s for everyone who’s ever smiled in a story while falling apart behind the screen.  No fake it ‘til the fade-to-black. 

Laugh Track for a Breakdown

Blood in the Water

Blood In The Water

Angry Too by Lola Blanc, 2019. Produced by Bleu McAuley.

Angry Too

As heard in Netflix's "Chilling Adventures of Sabrina" Season Three trailer; the deliciously sinful "Devil's Worst Nightmare"

Devils Worst Nightmare

Damn, I Hate It

Not here to chase charts—I speak what I live.
 No fake hype, no watered-down vibes.
One voice. One vision. No apologies. Michigan artist blending raw lyrics with dark beats.

dark pop

codawolf