[Intro]
(A deep, distorted bass synth pulses like a heartbeat. A single guitar enters with a clean, dripping-wet reverb melody. The drums come in with a heavy, simplistic "clap" on the 2 and 4.)
[Verse 1]
(Vocal: Very low, breathy, close to the mic)
Stop the engine. Leave the keys.
I’ve been waiting on my knees.
You’re a mess of leather, oil, and grit,
And I’m the only one who’s into it.
Don’t say a word, don’t even try,
Just look at me with that hollow eye.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Vocal: Melodic, building tension with a slight rasp)
I’ve been starving in this room so still,
Waiting for you to break my will.
TAKE. IT. OFF.
(Sound of a heavy snare hit)
Let the world go dark.
[Chorus]
(Vocal: Massive, soaring, and "thick" harmonies)
Stain me like the oil on your hands!
I’m the only one who understands.
I want the weight, I want the heat,
I want the rhythm of your heart’s heavy beat.
Pull me under, make me yours,
Behind these bolted, blackened doors.
[Verse 2]
(Vocal: More rhythmic, aggressive "whisper-screams")
I like the way you smell of smoke and rain,
A beautiful, familiar kind of pain.
Trace the ink across my skin,
Show me where the night begins.
No more talking, no more games,
Just two shadows in the flames.
[Bridge / Breakdown]
(The music slows down even further. The guitar tone is "filthy" and bottom-heavy.)
(Vocal: A deep, gutteral, slow-motion growl)
MINE.
(A massive, vibrating chug that lasts for two bars)
ALL. MINE.
(The drums play a slow, tribal beat)
I want the dirt. I want the scars.
I want you screaming at the stars.
(Vocal switches to a high, desperate scream)
OWN. ME.
(Chaos: The guitars play a dissonant, bending riff that feels like it's dragging.)
[Chorus]
(Vocal: Maximum emotional intensity)
Stain me like the oil on your hands!
I’m the only one who understands.
I want the weight, I want the heat,
I want the rhythm of your heart’s heavy beat.
Pull me under, make me yours,
Behind these bolted, blackened doors.
[Outro]
(The drums and heavy guitars cut out instantly. Only the pulsing bass synth remains.)
(Vocal: A final, fading whisper)
Don’t go...
Keep the bruises...
Keep the glow.
(The sound of a slow, heavy breath, then silence)
