Collector Of Your Color

[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]

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