Lyrics
[Verse 1]
[low male vocal]
Red dot on the doorway
Floor plan burned in my brain
Fingerprint on the keycard
I ghosted in through the frame
[female vocal enters, cool]
You trace every camera
Thought you slipped through unseen
But I painted these corridors
Straight out of my dream
[Pre-Chorus]
[male]
You knew I was coming
[female]
I wrote every step you take
[male]
So why does your hand shake, darling
[female]
‘Cause this is the one move I can’t remake
[Chorus]
[Both, close harmony]
We’re standing on a ticking love
Numbers running down in red above
You disarm codes, I design the cage
Now we’re locked inside the same bright blaze
One wrong word, this room explodes
But I’m drawn to you like a secret code
If this is how our story blows apart
I’ll let you cut the wire on my heart
[Verse 2]
[female]
Steel walls, velvet carpets
I set the trap like a stage
Had your file on my bedside
Every alias, every age
[male]
Thought you’d be a shadow
Not a woman in gold and black
With that half-smile confession
“Run now, or don’t look back”
[Pre-Chorus]
[female]
I wired every ceiling
[male]
I can hear them counting down
[female]
I built this empire for control
[male]
So why burn your beautiful crown
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[soft, almost spoken, trading lines]
[male]
Tell me which line to cut
[female]
Tell me which lie was real
[male]
Is it fear in your eyes
[female]
Or is this what you wanted to feel
[Both, rising]
[male]
If we’ve only got ten seconds
[female]
I don’t want them spent alone
[male]
Take my hand, call it treason
[female]
Let the whole dark sky be blown
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[whispered female over held piano chord]
Lights fade, heat climbs
We’re laughing at the damage done
[low male echo]
Two ghosts in a fault line
[female]
And the bomb was us all along
Style
jazzsmoky jazz-pop duetbrushed drums and upright bass with muted trumpet fills. verses stay intimate and half-whispered; pre-chorus tightens with staccato piano hits; chorus bursts into slickcinematic harmony. male and female vocals trade linesthen stack in the hook with a rising string pad and subtle synth pulse under the final countdown.female vocalspopmale vocals
Prompt
jazz/pop genre. Both the spy (male singer) and mastermind (female singer) meet eachother for the first time after the spy got into her base just to find out it’s rigged with bombs and is about to blow
Credits
Prompt by
Ikonnik
IkonnikGeneratedDec 30, 2025
ModelAria v5
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