[Verse 1 – low, husky, almost spoken over a slow metalcore riff that drops into a swampy blues slide]
I don’t beg, darlin’, I invite.
Leather boots still on, door locked tight.
You think you’re the storm? Baby, I’m the lightning twice.
Come closer—let me show you what surrender looks like when it’s mine.
[Pre-chorus: building, heartbeat kick drum, guitar building]
Skin remembers what words forget.
Every scar you trace is a debt I collect.
No safe word tonight—just the sound of my breath
when you finally break the last chain ‘round my neck.
[Chorus: full drop, growled harmonies + soaring female vocal layered underneath]
Burn me slow, lover, make it last.
Teeth on my throat, hands on my past.
I’m not fragile, I’m forged in the ash—
so take what you want, but give it all back.
Burn me slow…
‘til the river runs black.
[Verse 2: slower tempo drop, heavy distortion under a haunting cello line, voice dropping to a near-growl whisper that builds]
I’ve tasted men who thought they owned the night,
left bite marks like signatures they never signed right.
But you… you walk in like you already know the ending,
like my pulse was yours before the world stopped pretending.
I’ll carve my name in the small of your back with my nails,
slow enough you feel every letter, every exhale.
Not a brand, darlin’—a promise.
You run? I’ll hunt.
You kneel? I’ll crown.
Either way, this body remembers who it belongs to now.
[Pre-chorus: tension rising, cello thumping like a second heartbeat]
No escape in the dark when the dark is mine.
Every shiver’s a map back to this spine.
Say my name like a prayer you’re afraid to finish—
I’ll answer with teeth and the sweetest kind of sin.
[Chorus: even heavier drop this time, layered harmonies snarling underneath the clean vocal]
Burn me slow, lover, make it last.
Teeth on my throat, hands on my past.
I’m not fragile, I’m forged in the ash—
so take what you want, but give it all back.
Burn me slow…
‘til the river runs black.
[Bridge: A spoken-word moment over a stripped-down acoustic guitar strum + distant metal feedback, her voice low and commanding]
You think surrender means giving up?
Baby, surrender means I let you in…
so I can lock the door behind you.
[Solo Distorted guitar, heavy drum breaks, full stop with heart beat kick drum 1 measure]
[Chorus – heavy drop, layered harmonies snarling underneath the clean vocal]
Burn me slow, lover, make it last.
Teeth on my throat, hands on my past.
I’m not fragile, I’m forged in the ash—
so take what you want, but give it all back.
Burn me slow…
‘til the river runs black.
Solira
