A crisis 
Prevails
For all 
Unhealed

A crisis
Prevails
For all
Unhealed

I wanted things
To be different 

But now I see 
A dangerous side

Of silence pulling 
Where breath once stayed

A flicker folding
Into the shade


A little crisis
Hit my gut now

I’ll take this process
To requiem town

Where little kisses
Heal hearts now

And all the misses
Make my parts growl

Cut it
Cut it 
Cut it
Those strings now

Cut it
Cut it
Cut it 
Those strings now

A little virus 
Took my life now

For all the reasons
You turned the lights out

And every person
I knew from high school 

Un-recognizes
My path of righteous 

Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Those strings now

Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Those strings now

About the Song
This piece is dedicated to those we’ve lost to suicide.

It’s not just a song; it’s a mourning ritual. A way of processing the quiet battles, the invisible weight some carry until the silence becomes too loud. It explores the idea of surrender — not as weakness, but as a final release from unrelenting pain. In their departure, something shifts. People see them differently. But behind all the perceptions, there was a human being — wrestling, reaching, unraveling.

This is my attempt to honor that journey. To give shape to the ache, to the flicker folding into the shade.
May their spirit find the peace they were always searching for.

Rest in peace, to all our loved we lost on the journey.

CRISIS

I made a crown from the thorns in my side
I Kept on bleeding while they left me out to die
I’m still standing with the red in my eyes
I Built an empire out of every goodbye

I built a throne out of bones, all mine
Dressed it up in their cheap little lines

I wore the crown
Till it broke me down
I wore the crown
There ain’t no king here now

Look at the wreck, I’m built from regret
A monument to the things we forget
Fed em my time, fed ‘em my sweat
Oh how funny you’re the first to forget

I built a throne out of bones, all mine
Dressed it up in their cheap little lines

I wore the crown
Till it broke me down
I wore the crown
There Ain’t no king here now

CROWN (V1)

I wanna taste the static
I wanna read your skin
I wanna watch the shiver rise and pull you in

I wanna cut the silence
I wanna bruise the air
I wanna see that shiver just to know you’re there

And every little spark
Keeps cutting through the dark
And every single cut ignites compulsion

And every single spark
Keeps cutting through the dark
And every single cut ignites compulsion

I wanna taste the ashes
I wanna trace the scars
I wanna watch the shadows dance beneath stars

I wanna cut the quiet
I wanna bend the air
I wanna feel the tremor knowing you’re there

And every little spark
Keeps cutting through the dark
And every single cut ignites compulsion

And every single spark
Keeps cutting through the dark
And every single cut ignites compulsion

COMPULSION

And I don’t know why your stuck in my head
And I don’t know why you fake what you said
And I don’t care if your tryna to pretend
And I don’t care if your drama won’t end 

It’s just that Stephanie…

STEPHANIE (Feat. Mamífera)

You are my lover, you are my lover
You are my lover, you are my lover
You are my lover, you are my lover
You are my lover, you are my lover

Because we’re

Kissing
Slipping 
Dipping 
Into a great dream

I like that dirty stuff  
I like to lick you up  
I like to wear you down  
And never get enough  

I like that dirty stuff  
I like it when it’s rough  
I like to mess it up  
Can’t ever get enough

LOVER

by a thread

I got in trouble talking to you
Whispers turned into a hurricane too
I didn’t mean to light up your room
But now every eye is burning right through 

Secrets slip when the night gets loud
Fingers point when the truth comes out
I didn’t mean to start the fire
But I guess we burn too bright somehow

They say your name is like a warning sign
Like I crossed a line I can’t rewind
But I’d do it all over again
Just to feel your voice on the other end

Secrets slip when the night gets loud
Fingers point when the truth comes out
I didn’t mean to start the fire
But I guess we burn too bright somehow

GHOST (Feat. Los F**king Twins) - Alternative Version

Órpheus Von Doom