I wasn’t supposed to make it this far.
Most days, I didn’t think I would. But every breakdown, every silence, every time they tried to drown me, I turned it into something louder.

I don’t make music to sound pretty. I make it to survive.
Rock, metal, EDM, it’s all just fuel.
Every lyric I write is something I probably should’ve buried. But I didn’t.
Because I’m done shrinking.
Done pretending the past didn’t happen.
Done being quiet to make other people comfortable.

This isn’t just a sound.
It’s everything I never got to scream, until now.

I’m Black Bunnie.
And this is what it sounds like when you claw your way back.

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