Veins of Glass

Verse 1
Thread me through your silver skin,
pull until the seams go thin.
Hold my wrists in your small mouth,
taste the metal dripping south.
Every beat is something torn,
petals pressed in lines of thorns.
You hum my name into the bone,
so deep it grows its own echo.

Chorus
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Cut me down into tiny threads,
weave me into your water bed.
I’ll curl inside your breathing glass,
where nothing breaks and nothing lasts.

Verse 2
Wrap my eyes in your soft cloth,
tie a knot until they’re moths.
Pour the salt into my knees,
watch it bloom into small trees.
Every branch a quiet scream,
tangling through your favorite dream.
You wear my voice around your throat,
a locket full of something that floats.

Chorus
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Cut me down into tiny threads,
weave me into your water bed.
I’ll curl inside your breathing glass,
where nothing breaks and nothing lasts.

Bridge
Pull me out by the stem,
sip me whole and plant again.
If I grow where you can’t see,
don’t come looking for me.

Outro
Bury me under your tongue,
let me sleep where the roots are young.
Keep me pressed in your glassy veins,
’til I forget my name.

Ethereal synth swells, glitchy beats, airy female vocals, deep sub-bass, shimmering chimes, dark and sweet atmosphere.