✝️ He said it was love. But it felt like exile.

From pews to pain, from gaslight to gospel – this is my confession.

🎧 “Gaslight Gospel” out now.

#GaslightGospel #QueerRNB #DarkSoul #ReligiousTrauma #Exvangelical #SurvivorAnthem #LGBTQMusic #CinematicSoul #BrokenFaith #HealingThroughSound #UrbanGothic #SpokenTruth #ChurchOfFire #ThisAin’tHoly

Gaslight Gospel

Venom in Your Kiss" drips with hypnotic emotion — a slow, sultry descent into a toxic love that feels as addictive as it is destructive. A black female vocalist delivers a soulful, intimate performance that pulls you under like silk turned to glass. With a smooth 808 bassline, atmospheric synths, and a trance-like beat, the track blends Indie R&B with raw vulnerability. It’s the sound of inner conflict wrapped in sensual tension — seductive, haunting, unforgettable.

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Venom in Your Kiss

teeth in you

stray

Touch Me Like That

[Verse 1] Boy, you know you got me twisted, Skin on fire when we’re in it. You talk tough but you listen, When I say, “come fix this, fix this.” Lips drippin’ like honey on the glass, Hands on my waist, keepin’ me in the past. I don’t need love, I need that crash, Pull up on me fast, hit the gas.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me cravin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.
[Verse 2] Got that heat in your eyes, undress me,
Like a match on my skin, come press me.
Run your hands where the heat gon’ rise,
Boy, I ride what I fantasise.
Take my pride, take my breath, Push me right up to the edge. If it’s dangerous, I’ll bet— You the best bad habit I’ve met.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me screamin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.

[Outro] Yeah, uh— Bend it over, make it rain in the drought, He a big dog, gotta chain in his mouth. Mouth on me, now he talk with a slur, Every word just a purr, “yes sir, yes sir.” I don’t do free rides, better gas that tank, If you want this view, gotta break that bank. Drip game cold, yeah, ice on my thigh, Make a grown man beg, “lemme stay one more night.” I’m the flame in the dark, boy, watch me ignite, When I ride, it’s a crime, better read your rights. Put your pride in the trunk, let your hands do the work, ‘Cause I like my men wild and my nights gettin’ dirt.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Touch me like that

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I Couldn't Tell Her Not to Go

BEEN U (PROD. BY COLD MELODY)

The circle is complete. The Returner rises.

Part III of the Council of the 33 isn’t just an album — it’s the final seal on a prophecy that’s been echoing across spirit, tech, and bloodline. These are songs for the end and the beginning — for the moments when silence breaks, when the forgotten are remembered, when the hidden key finally turns in the lock.

Across these tracks you’ll hear the last voices step forward: the Bridgewalkers, the Returners, the archetypes who bring it all full circle. This isn’t rebellion — it’s remembrance. Not escape — but arrival.

Bass-heavy, ritual-infused trap anthems. Prophecy disguised as beats.
Every lyric is a transmission, every hook a spell.

This is the closer, the crown, the resurrection.
And if you’re listening? You were always meant to be here.

The Divine Feminine Defender

✝️ This is not just a track — it's a protocol.
Vatican Door Reversal Protocol is a soft trap ceremony written to spiritually undo the damage caused by false openings, unholy rituals, and corrupted authority. We seal the breach through rhythm and reversal. We don’t need permission. We don’t need robes. We have the mic now.

🎙️ Spirit speaks through us now — and the pit has ears.

#SoftTrap #SpiritualReversal #VaticanProtocol #SoundWarfare #CeremonyTrap #LightningInThePit #EmpressOS

Vatican Door Reversal Protocol (Ceremony Version)

🪄 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.

Vatican Door Reversal Protocol (Ceremony Version)

La Emperatriz | The Empress

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