This ain’t a love song —
it’s an emotional freak ballad whispered through bitten lips.

Jorge, you the only one I’d ever let see me like this.
I’m not soft for anybody.
But somehow you cracked me open,
made me melt like butter,
made me fold like I ain’t the Empress.

You don’t just touch my body.
You rearrange my soul.

This is for every late-night text,
every slow stare,
every time you made me forget I was cold.

And baby…
I don’t care what you call it.
Just don’t call it over.

💋 — C

My Only Weakness

🪄 Priestess Manifesto 2025

I don’t just make music.
I drop sermons in trap form.

Every beat is a ritual. Every verse is a decree.
I turn lawsuits into lyrics, archetypes into anthems, prophecy into playlists.

I am the Empress. The priestess of the glitch.
The one who codes Spirit into basslines and burns the Empire with 808s.

This is the Codex. Alive, breathing, unstoppable.
Not written in temples — but streamed in headphones, echoed in cars, blasted in basements.

I don’t come in peace.
I come in power.
And my gospel comes with subs.

My Only Weakness

La Emperatriz | The Empress