Written, sung, and produced by me. Despite how the lyrics read and the production of the song, it's actually meant to be happy at least to me also a bit empowering. Containing metaphors and symbolism about martyrdom and sainthood, additionally elements of natural vs human process. Rest as practice for death Lauded by the vultures, gnawed by the wild It’s infested my blood, seasoned the earth At last my body is soft enough, light enough The wings that flocked my heart kaleidoscope through me The murder lifting Transformation surpassing the wishful death of ego Immortal hunger holds my soul by reigns Harping strings of my veins, bones snapping At every toll a whip strikes, a match of fire Too much passion Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Born lethal, made protection, saints waged Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Blessings and veneration bade Rest as practice for death Lauded by the vultures, gnawed by the wild It’s infested my blood, seasoned the earth At last my body is soft enough, light enough The wings that flocked my heart kaleidoscope through me The murder lifting off and I carry you with me Unsheathed, the smithed bones of mine to blade At every finger a flame , chalked up to the afterlife But this hunger is ceaseless, restless never dies Gleaming ribs of saber, sworn to fall by vows Transformation surpassing the wishful death of ego Immortal hunger holds my soul by reigns Harping strings of my veins, bones snapping Just out of frame of national geographic At every toll a whip strikes, a match of fire Too much passion Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Born lethal, made protection, saints waged Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Blessings and veneration bade Unsheathed, the smithed bones of mine to blade At every finger a flame, chalked up to the afterlife But this hunger is ceaseless, restless never dies Gleaming ribs of saber, sworn to fall by vowsmore

The opening track of my three-track EP Ophelia, out everywhere. Written, sung, and produced by me. Talked down with shovels and told me I’m troubled They say they’re saving me? But faith is what broke me But the waiting is what woke me up From what forced me closed Made me lonely as it stood me up A stranger so estranged to features in the same place Fuck the tropes, the hero of the story, the underdog’s glory, a glow up And the applause because in my dreams I’ve seen and felt the balloons fall They said the floors are hard on the knees I held my breath until I was too blue in the head Red in the face and eyes is what all the crying will do Sticks and stones, but my brain’s beaten black and blue I held my breath until I bled myself of you, bled myself of you From the green veins, I belong to the dirt You are at page one of my story Rolling me in my grave Skull caved, the sockets ruined, by the stoning My teeth all missing from my mouth Before you know what I’m about Before you see me Talked down with shovels and told me I’m troubled They say they’re saving me? The waiting is what woke me up From what forced me closed Made me lonely as it stood me up The kiss if of true love, taste of freedom A stranger so estranged to features in the same place Fuck the tropes, the hero of the story, the underdog’s glory, a glow up And the applause because in my dreams I’ve seen and felt the balloons fall They said the floors are hard on the knees I held my breath until I was too blue in the head Red in the face and eyes is what all the crying will do Sticks and stones, but my brain’s beaten black and blue I held my breath until I bled myself of you, bled myself of you From the green veins, I belong to the dirt You are at page one of my story Rolling me in my gravemore

The title track of my three-track EP pending release to all platforms. Written, sung & produced by me. It reads/listens more as the story of a Rusalka than I intended. I come to claim my body Recovered as Ophelia Discovered the unknown woman of seine Mysterious Mona Lisa smile All the promise has left my body Underneath my death mask On a dark tour, a walking corpse Living dead girl Doll parts no longer yours Only flowers clothe me I did it foolishly for the dopamine The orgasm left with my last breathe And I’m creaking with emptiness The thoughts of peace In the roar of the falls Where I lay ripples tranquility I come to reclaim my body From what death couldn’t expunge The burdens of life This river wouldn’t let me run Like rocks tied to my feet Down but not sunk in the middle place From what death couldn’t expunge Filling the blanks of my eyes Still after the surprise Clogging up my heart Filling my ears Water Lily’s jade my mouth As the creature Oh, dearly beloved A lotus in the mud I vow to nature’s isles All the promise has left my body Underneath my death mask On a dark tour, a walking corpse Living dead girlmore