

Prompt / 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]
Tags
Dark, cinematic trap with thunderous drums and warped bass. Verses ride a half-time swagger, then 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 lines, then hard impacts back in, pushing tension between seduction and domination., deep, slow
3:09
No
1/15/2026