I heard the opening riff and loved it. And then the vocals came in and it sounds insanely good!

A song for those who know how to function, but don’t feel present.
For those who say “I’m fine” like a ritual, while something in them stays silent.
“It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me” is about splitness—about playing yourself so well even the mirror stops questioning.
The skin fits, but it’s too quiet inside Like someone left the room but locked the door It’s about being seen, but not really there.
About smiling at the right time—and wondering who, exactly, is smiling.
—
“My Head Can’t Hold It” is not an album.
It’s a slow unraveling of what awareness sounds like when it slips through the seams of everyday life. 
For those who function—and sometimes quietly ask:
is this really me?

It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

Eros cut



"Take me back to those golden fields
  where the corn grows tall and the days are real
  and the nights are a song
  you can sing along if you want to
  never thought I would end up alone
  with no place to call my own
  all I need is some place to shield me
  from the rain and the thunder
  the land spreads out as far as I can see
  where the wind calls my name
  and the horses all run free
  this is no place where I can thrive
  it's just a challenge to survive
  can't hear my voice
  with all the traffic noise
  it's no good when you trade 
  peace for profit
  it all becomes an avalance
  no one can stop it
  you can count the stars
  instead of counting cars
  if you want to."

Golden Fields

This isn't a song about regret. It's about the quiet truth that remains when the fever breaks.
A hypnotic, ritualistic track about a body that has become a diary. Proof of a sin that was never its own. Memory carved in flesh. Poems written in the dark.
The final chapter of the "Lips Like a Sin" trilogy.

You Sin, My Skin

---

[Verse 1]

You lit the match, I held the flame
Didn’t ask for heat, but I stayed the same
Your hands spoke verses you never said
Now I carry your gospel beneath my bed
Your breath left patterns across my thighs
Soft little sermons dressed in lies


---

[Hook]

You sin, my skin—keeps every mark
Your pleasure wrote poems in the dark
You leave, but I still wear the crime
Your guilt lives here—beneath my spine
Mmmmh… I never asked, but you still signed.


---

[Verse 2]

Your teeth drew borders I didn’t erase
Every bruise a vow you didn’t replace
You touched like someone who needed proof
That beauty breaks when kissed with truth
I whispered “stay” in the back of my throat
But my body answered—every note


---

[Hook – repeat]

You sin, my skin—keeps every mark
Your pleasure wrote poems in the dark
You leave, but I still wear the crime
Your guilt lives here—beneath my spine
Ooooh… mmmmh… I never fought—
But still you crossed.


---

[Bridge]

I forgave with my thighs,
You repented with sweat
But mercy was something
We both forget
You said “I need you,”
But meant “let me in”
I said nothing—
And let you begin


---

[Final Chorus – extended]

You sin, my skin—unchosen shrine
You prayed in me, but crossed the line
You sin, my skin—no heaven, no vow
Just echoes of love that I carry now
Mmmmh… say my name—
It’s carved in flame.


---

[Outro – whispered, barely sung]

Not yours.
Not forgiven.
Just here.
Still written.


You Sin, My Skin

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Lryics | Every Time I Smudge I Think Of You

You linger in the cedar air
Like lies I used to say in prayer
Ash on my fingertips, 
your creepy ghost staring at my hips.. 
Still burnin' down what you wanted to fix
That Palo Santo 
don’t ask why
It just curls like truth 
into the sky
I strike a match, 
you strike a nerve
This is the smoke 
I still deserve
Said you were light,
said you were love
But brimstone fits you
like a glove
Every time I smudge I think of you
Sandalwood lies and a holy view
You talked like heaven, showed your fake
Smudge this mess you tried to make
You left your cross beside my bed
Right next to all the snide remarks you said
I swept the corners, rang the bell
But peace don’t live 
where egos swell
You wore that faith like a big red flag
Invading all the peace I thought I had
Every time I smudge I think of you
Sandalwood lies and a holy view
You talked like heaven, showed your fake
Smudge this mess you tried to make
You called it sacred, I called it mine
You ran your mouth, I took the sign
Now I smudge this room, I light the flame
And it seems I already forgot your name
Every time I smudge I think of you
Sandalwood lies and a holy view
You talked like heaven, showed your fake
Smudge this mess you tried to make
Every time I smudge I think of you
Your creepy grin I could see right through..
Yeah, every time I smudge…
I think you

Heat Like That

Every Time I Smudge I Think of You

“He Lied in F Minor”
(slow soul confession — minimal, aching, unflinching)

[Verse 1 – DEINE Stimme]
That single note is hangin’
In the air between the lies
And for the first time, darlin’
I don’t even wanna cry
Your breathing has a rhythm
That was never meant for me
It's the sound of someone peaceful
Who was never truly free

[Pre-Chorus]
And the velvet feels like sandpaper
And your skin feels like a room
I just rented for an hour
To escape a bigger tomb

[Chorus]
He lied in F minor
But he never played the chord
Just a single, lonely promise
That my heart could not afford
Yeah, he lied in F minor
With a touch that felt so true
But the saddest note, my darling,
Was the one he left for you

[Verse 2]
The silence ain’t romantic—
It’s a spotlight on the cracks
I’m staring at your shoulder blades
Like I could take the truth back
You dream like you got nothin’
Buried under your regret
But I hear the tremble in your breath
Like a debt you still don't get

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Your hands were made for music
But they only played my skin
No harmony, no melody—
Just the ache of where you’ve been

[Chorus]
He lied in F minor
With a whisper sweet as sin
Played my body like a piano
But never let the song begin
Yeah, he lied in F minor
And I sang along, too proud
But the quiet note he left me
Was the only one allowed

[Bridge – stripped back, nearly a cappella]
There’s a difference between broken
And just never really whole
You weren’t a thief, my love—
Just someone without a soul

[Final Chorus – barely sung, more like spoken truth]
He lied in F minor
And it echoed through my chest
Like a hymn without a heaven
Or a vow without a rest
No crescendo, no closure
Just a dissonant goodbye
He lied in F minor—
And I still don’t know why.

[Outro – one last broken F note on the piano, let it ring]

He Lied in F Minor

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Way up there, where the air thins,
your shadow still climbs the sky,
a lantern burning in the frost,
a name I can’t remember right.

I send words like kites into silence,
they tangle in branches of cloud.
You are a constellation unpronounced,
a map I was never allowed.

The ground is heavy with absence,
stones hum with your old refrain,
I tried to follow the trembling wires,
but the signal dissolved in rain.

Way up there, you’re drifting farther,
a song the horizon stole.
I am earthbound, stitched to soil,
pulling threads from a tattered soul.

Way Up There

[Verse]
Neon butterflies in the midnight glow
Wings of light
They dance so slow
Electric whispers in the air
I reach out
But they're never there

[Prechorus]
Flicker
Shimmer
Fade
Repeat
Heartbeats lost in the city's beat

[Chorus]
Neon butterflies
They fly
They fly
Through the cracks in the purple sky
Chasing shadows
Chasing dreams
Nothing's ever quite what it seems

[Verse 2]
The sidewalk hums
A quiet song
Streetlights blink where I don't belong
I hear their call
A distant hum
But by the time I run
They're gone

[Bridge]
Glowing wings that never land
Slip through my fingers like desert sand
A moment close
Then far away
Forever night
Forever gray

[Chorus]
Neon butterflies
They fly
They fly
Through the cracks in the purple sky
Chasing shadows
Chasing dreams
Nothing's ever quite what it seems

Shadows

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