Thorns On My Halo

[Verse 1]
Black lace on the dresser
Lipstick stains on my own hand
Used to wear your name like leather
Now I wear it like a brand
Slow wine in the mirror (oh)
One finger down my throat
Tasting every past decision
Turn the shame into a joke
[Chorus]
Love has died
So I touch myself
Like a sinner crowned in chrome
Every scar
Every shiver
I make this body my throne
Love has died
I don't miss your hell
I make pleasure out of pain
If I'm burning
I'm burning
In the fire of my own name
[Verse 2]
Nails drag down my rib cage
Red moons on my pale skin
Hear my breathing getting louder
As the hunger pulls me in
Silk rope on my ankle (hey)
Tie it tight
Then let it go
I don't need a saint to save me
I just need to lose control
[Chorus]
Love has died
So I touch myself
Like a sinner crowned in chrome
Every scar
Every shiver
I make this body my throne
Love has died
I don't miss your hell
I make pleasure out of pain
If I'm burning
I'm burning
In the fire of my own name
[Bridge]
Kiss my own reflection
Tongue the venom from my veins
Fear was just a fetish
Now it's begging
Now it's chained
[Chorus]
Love has died
So I touch myself
Like a sinner crowned in chrome
Every scar
Every shiver
I make this body my throne
Love has died
I don't miss your hell
I make pleasure out of pain
If I'm burning
I'm burning
In the fire of my own name

metal, Searing modern metal with drop-tuned guitars and sharp palm-muted chugs, female vocals that swing from sultry whispers to snarled screams. Verses ride a hypnotic half-time groove; chorus explodes with double-time drums and stacked harmonies. Occasional pinched harmonics and tom runs accent the erotic tension, final chorus hits hardest then cuts to a single fading guitar chord.