The Pink Secret [Dark Trap-Soul. Raw female vocals. Heavy sub-bass, moody piano. Hypocrisy, spiritual conflict, intense, 90 BPM.] [INTRO] (2:13 AM. Judgment ends Sunday. Eyepiercinglove... the truth.) [V1] Wide awake at 2:13, heat is on the rise Thinking ‘bout the "Christian man" with judgment in his eyes. Said I didn’t like him ‘cause I had a past before While I’m waiting for his "purity" to walk through my door. His dad is in the hospital, I’m trying to find the grace To lift him up in prayer and seek the Father's face. But the truth is tasting bitter, like this liquid fast Trying to wash away the shadows of a one-sided last. (Hypocrisy is a heavy mask!) [REFRAIN] He wants me in the Word, searching for a healing verse But he’s using me for a fantasy that only makes it worse. He loves the "pink," he loves the rain, he loves the hidden stain Then he turns around and uses God to cause me extra pain. [CHORUS] It’s The Pink Secret, a prayer that’s turned to stone I’m being used for pleasure while I’m feeling so alone. He wants his golden showers and a woman who is clean Caught in the hypocrisy of everything in between. I should be praying... (God, I’m trying to pray) But the truth is out now, and the colors won't fade away. [V2] He’s in his "secret place," or so he likes to claim But he’s playing with my spirit and he’s playing with my name. I stayed up ‘til 10:13 to see my son get home While the critic’s in my head, a king upon a throne. But the throne is made of secrets and the crown is made of pink It’s enough to make a praying woman stop and start to think. I’m a CMA, I’ve seen the abscess and the rot And I can see this "holy" man is everything he's not! (Stat! Drain the infection!) [CHORUS] It’s The Pink Secret, a prayer that’s turned to stone I’m being used for pleasure while I’m feeling so alone. He wants his golden showers and a woman who is clean Caught in the hypocrisy of everything in between. I should be praying... (God, I’m trying to pray) But the truth is out now, and the colors won't fade away. [V3] Celebrate Recovery, help me find my worth Because this "Christian" love feels like a cold and hollow earth. Sunday morning starts the liquid, coffee black and cold I’m reclaiming my fire, I’m being spiritual and bold. I'm removing the staples, I'm healing the wound From the lies and the fetishes that had me consumed. He used me for his game, he used me for his thrill But Sunday morning, I’m standing on the hill! (Sunday's the day! Total release!) [BRIDGE] It’s a "deep session," it’s "energetic," it’s a lie! I’m screaming for the truth under the midnight sky. No more "wound care" for a man who won't clean his heart I’m Eyepiercinglove—this is where I start! [OUTRO] 2:13... 21 days... The Bible’s in my hand, and I’m walking out the haze. He used me... Tangled lies. I should be praying. (And I am.) Living in gold... 1989... Eyepiercinglove. The truth is out. 2026