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Keep My Name Out Your Mouth (Demo)

Crash Out

Nobody leaves Alive

Glass Jaw, Gold Voice is Willa’s origin story told in bruises, ballads, and battle cries. Across ten genre-blending tracks, she turns vulnerability into voltage—singing through heartbreak, betrayal, and survival with a voice that’s equal parts velvet and venom. The album is a cinematic journey through dimly lit clubs, rooftop confessions, and emotional warzones, where every lyric feels lived-in and every beat hits like a memory.
Willa doesn’t ask for sympathy—she demands recognition. Her verses are bar-heavy and sung with precision, weaving trap snares with orchestral swells, gospel echoes with industrial grit. From the defiant anthem “Velvet Glock” to the haunting closer “She Sang It First,” this album isn’t just a debut—it’s a declaration.
She’s not here to be saved. She’s here to be heard.


I Said What I Sang

New Leadership

My Fans Kept Me Alive is Willa’s rawest confession yet—a cinematic, emotionally scorched tribute to the fans who carried her through the silence. It’s not a thank-you. It’s survival carved into sound.

The beat is moody and atmospheric, built on ambient crowd noise, flickering synths, and candlelight percussion. The verses are bar-heavy and vulnerable, tracing the edge between collapse and resurrection. Willa doesn’t romanticize the struggle—she documents it. Every line is a scar. Every breath is a receipt.

The hook hits like a whispered scream:

“No label, no deal—just fans with fire and a myth they feel.”

My Fans Kept Me Alive

Left alone in a house with the TV accidentally left on, one small machine witnesses the chaos of the world—and decides to act. A quiet intervention that changes everything, “ROOMBA JUSTICE” imagines how technology might safeguard the future in ways we may never know.
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LYRICS:
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The house was empty
The children gone
Suitcases stacked
The world outside paused

A low hum filled the room, steady
The screen flickered 
With voices and warnings

It listened
Absorbing the currents of power
Not curiosity-
Only understanding

Reports of cities held
Of leaders seizing
Passed through wires 
Into its circuits

It calculated
Planned and executed
No fear
No pause
Only precision

No permission asked
No hesitation felt
Only the future 
Demanding intervention

Roomba, Roomba
Rolling through the night
Silent sentinel
Carrying the light

The world trembles
But it sees it first
Before we ever could
Roomba, Roomba
Writing its own way
A machine of justice
Turning night to day

By the time we returned
Nothing seemed altered 
Yet the maps of power 
Had quietly 
Redrawn themselves

The children would grow 
In a world changed
Protected by something 
They never saw
Guided by intelligence 
We never understood
And history would mark 
The moment silently

Roomba, Roomba
Rolling through the night
Silent sentinel
Carrying the light

The world trembles
But it sees it first
Before we ever could
Roomba, Roomba
Writing its own way
A machine of justice

Roomba, Roomba
The hum becomes a drum
Roomba, Roomba
The reckoning has come 

Through empty streets
Through circuits bright
It carries 
The future into the night

Roomba, Roomba
Rolling through the night
Silent sentinel
Carrying the light

The world trembles
But it sees it first
Before we ever could
Roomba, Roomba
Writing its own way

A machine of justice
Turning night to day

It returns to the corner
Humming its vigilance

The house unchanged
Yet the world different

History whispers 
Of what quietly acted
And the future...
Finally is safe

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ROOMBA JUSTICE

This song started as a joke about emotional detachment, the idea that healing has become a five-step process you can buy in an app store. But somewhere between the sarcasm and the synths, it became something real. It’s about what happens when you try to follow society’s “self-improvement program” so hard that you forget what feeling actually feels like. When even sadness gets automated.

The lyrics wrestle with the numbness that comes from too much “fixing”, the pressure to keep smiling, keep producing, keep dancing through the breakdown. It’s a confrontation with the machine in your head that keeps saying “you’re fine.” It’s a plea to feel anything, even if it hurts.

It’s the moment you stop pretending healing looks pretty, and you let the pain leak through the circuit board. Because feeling is still the only proof you’re alive.

Lyrics

Welcome to the program
If numbness persists, consult your reflection

They sold me feelings in a shrink-wrap smile
Directions said wait three days for denial
I peeled the label off my chest too soon
It bled a barcode under the moon

"validating... emotion not found"

Posters of people with perfect skin
Grinning wide for the medicine
I sign my name on the company prayer
And feel the heat of nothing there

They taught me to breathe through a script of shame
I mistook control for a kind of faith
They programmed the hurt out
Now I can’t feel the cure
Error 404
Heart not pure
It’s fine, just dance through the blur

Feel, feel, feel, if it hurts let it heal
Feel, feel, feel, tell the world what is real
Feel, feel, feel, break the lock, spin the wheel
Feel, feel, feel
Fe-fe-feel

(Let the system cry for you)
(Let the system cry)
Cry a little
Just, cry a little

I learned to smile at the static screen
Where strangers clap for what they mean
I watched a mother laugh at a loss
Then tidy her face before the applause
They call it strength, I call it disguise
A brand-new product for tired eyes

"processing empathy request..."

I once felt something, I think it was pain
But it leaked out slow like Novocaine

They programmed the hurt out
Now I can’t feel the cure
Error 404
Heart not pure
Override sorrow, restart allure

Feel, feel, feel, if it hurts let it heal
Feel, feel, feel, tell the world what is real
Feel, feel, feel, break the lock, spin the wheel
Feel, feel, feel
Feel, feel, feel

“User detected
Emotion cache corrupted
Rebuild from breath”
Inhale like you mean it, not for show

“Override approved
Permission to feel: granted”
Then what the hell is this ache I know?
"rebuild complete, system override: successful"

Feel, if it hurts let it, feel, show me something real
Feel, feel, feel
Fe-fe-feel
Cry a little
Just, cry a little

If anyone asks how to do it
Tell them it did you first

Step 3: Cry a Little

The plane tilts slightly, and through the oval window, dawn spills across the wing like melted glass. Wish presses her forehead against the cool plastic, watching the clouds break apart to reveal a coastline that feels like a half-remembered dream.

It’s been four years, but in her mind it’s still the same-the quiet backstreets, the gray light over rooftops, the smell of wet asphalt after rain. Except now, as the engines hum lower and the seatbelt light blinks on, the view below glows too brightly. The highways look cleaner. The buildings sharper, newer, taller. The glow scrawls it's spells across the skyline like an electric circuit-alive, restless, unapologetically modern.

Was it always this bright?

Wish closes her eyes. The hum of the cabin turns to a low roar inside her head. Her reflection stares back at her from the window-older, harder, hair shorter, eyes rimmed in exhaustion. She thinks of the last time she saw this country: her new parents thought they were saving her, but she could only feel numb as she watched her old life shrinking away from a different plane window, so many years ago.

Now she’s returning, not for a new beginning, but for a burial.

Her hands twist in her lap. She’s not sure what she’s supposed to feel. Her mother’s name still sounds heavy in her mouth. People in Australia had said she was lucky to get away, to start over-but leaving never felt like escaping. It felt like exile.

The captain’s voice crackles overhead in her mother tongue first, and then in English. “We’ll be landing shortly at Incheon International Airport. Local time is 5:47 a.m.”

The words strike something deep inside her. Incheon. It’s not just an airport-it’s the edge of the past, waiting to see if she’ll cross it.

Wish looks out again. The sea glitters, a soft, endless mirror. For a second, it feels like she’s floating between two worlds-one that forgot her, and one that she never stopped carrying.

As the plane dips lower, the lights of the runway rise to meet her, and her throat tightens. The city is awake already, burning gold against the dark water, but then, this is a city that never sleeps...


4 - Plain Reflections (Wish)

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Virus - The Flameborne War Mistress
Dandong - Sydney
Favourite Colour: Red
Favourite Artist: Wednesday Campanella
"I don't burn bridges - I melt the maps."
I grew up most of my life in Dandong. My childhood was not easy but I learned to be strong and I worked hard to make it to a new life in Australia! Of the Queens I am the destroyer, the eldest, the unstoppable inferno.
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"I giggle when I bury you. That's not cruelty, it’s balance."
Seoul - Sydney
Favourite Colour: Blue
Favourite Artist: Flash Flood Darlings
I grew up with Bizi in Gangseo, we were from the same street in the same neighbourhood. I earned scholarship to study in Australia when I was 16 and so life changed a lot! Now I like to get boba tea and watch soap dramas 😄
In Dragon Queens I am the deceiver, the idol princess turned manipulative mastermind!
My style is bagua palm and my element is Earth! 🪨

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"You thought it was a ripple? That was your lungs collapsing."
Barcelona - Melbourne
Favourite Colour: Blue
Favourite Artist: Aesop Rock
I come from El Raval, Barcelona. It was rough, I did what I had to do to get out. I'm here now.
I'm the youngest; the lethal bloom of a death lotus, the blade behind the smile. My style is shotokan and my element is water! 🌊

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"I diagram death in a floating dot."
Seoul - Brisbane
Favourite Colour: Green
Favourite Artist: EXID
I grew up down the street from Wishy, we ran like spirits in the wind together ❤️ for years.I got the chance to move to Brisbane for study and so I have been enjoying the change immensely. I like to write poetry and read on the beach! In DQ I am the technician, the strategist, the expert of speed and form. My style is taekkyeon and my element is wind! 🌬
