Track · Jan 15, 2026 · English
Collector Of Your Color
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3:09
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English
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She’s a garden of red roses
Pricks her fingers on each man
Smells the petals
Hides the bleeding
Writes their names in shifting sand
She’s a banquet laid for strangers
Silver plates and salted wine
Feeds them laughter
Starves her conscience
Tastes control in every lie
[Chorus]
She’s the collector of your color
Takes the light behind your eyes
Wraps it in a velvet ribbon
Says a blessing while it dies
She loves the way your heartbeat stutters
Hates the echo when it’s gone
Still she turns the hourglass over
Pulls you in
Then carries on
[Verse 2]
She’s a storm in pressed white linen
Gentle rain on burning skin
Kisses like a soft forgiveness
Thunder rumbling deep within
She’s a preacher with her candles
Preys on doubt
Then calls it fate
Builds a chapel on your rib cage
Lights it
Just to watch it shake
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
She’s a puppeteer at midnight (hey)
Threads of smoke around your spine
Loves the dance
The spinning shadow
Hates the knot she leaves behind
She’s a dealer shuffling futures
Every card a borrowed breath
Loves the wager
Hates the winnings
Still she kisses every debt
[Chorus]
Style
darkcinematic trap with thunderous drums and warped bass. verses ride a half-time swaggerthen flip double-time with stuttering hi-hats and stacked ad-libs. chorus explodes with distorted choirs and low male vocals answering the lead. sudden drop-outs for whispered linesthen hard impacts back inpushing tension between seduction and domination.deepslow
Prompt
Whoring is her occupation. Gathering souls for hell is her job. Metaphors only about how she loves her men but hates taking their souls but likes the control too. Intense, drums, deep, fast/slow
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SarasBananaBoatGeneratedJan 15, 2026
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