A.C. Ackjay

I can imagine how proud they must be to witness the legacy of their daughter.

✨🖤✨Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne ✨🎹✨

I flow. 🌎 I am. 🌊

She hides behind a veil Plays to her muse a daily tale Do not try to predict her For she will not come undone She fears validity more than fiction Evolving through her newfound addiction It's how she gets by high And here I am, alone, in love...

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The ball is turning, a three hundred mirrors a burning

The ball is turning, a three hundred mirrors a burning

Faith and Devotion We crave your lyrical potion The lights come on as you hit stage your sound rushes over the crowd in waves pulling us in We are in this Haus and only we exist living on your sound dancing in your elixir Feeling your antidote...