[Intro – sparse pads + subtle synth arpeggio, low vocal whispers, lots of reverb]
(Whispered, intimate tone)
You walk in like the world’s your stage
Silver tongue, but it’s a cage
[Verse 1 – minimal instrumentation: airy pads + sub-bass, sparse percussion, breathy vocal]
You think you’re the fire, the spark, the light
But I’m the shadow that owns the night
[Pre-Chorus – add layered vocals/harmonies, subtle bass slides, tension builds]
Go on, wear your crown, parade your lies
I’m the ghost behind your eyes
[Chorus – full drums, layered synths, subtle guitar/fiddle textures, vocal edge, light distortion on key words]
You think you’re holding the reins
But I’m the poison in your veins
I’m the whisper in the dark, the ghost you’ll never see
Every move you make is choreographed by me
Like a fiddle in my hands, I make you sing
You’re the narcissist, but I pull the strings
[Verse 2 – similar to Verse 1 but add light percussive elements, subtle bass growls]
Every word you claim, I planted deep
Every step you take, I’ve mapped while you sleep
Your ego’s a fortress, but I found the cracks
And I’ll crumble your kingdom while you’re counting your stacks
[Pre-Chorus – same as before, more tension with reversed synths or percussive hits]
Go on, strut your part, write your lies in gold
But I’m the author of the story you’ll never hold
[Chorus – same as before, add vocal chops in the background for atmosphere]
You think you’re holding the reins
But I’m the poison in your veins
I’m the whisper in the dark, the ghost you’ll never see
Every move you make is choreographed by me
Like a fiddle in my hands, I make you sing
You’re the narcissist, but I pull the strings
[Bridge – drop to minimal pads + bass, suspenseful, breathy vocal, slight echo]
You strut and you posture, a king of smoke
But I’m the fire you can’t provoke
Your castle’s made of glass, I’ve got the stone
By the time you see it, I’ll already be gone
[Final Chorus / Outro – full sound: layered vocals, synths, drums, guitar/fiddle textures, fade with reverb and echo]
You think you’re holding the reins
But I’m the poison in your veins
I’m the whisper in the dark, the ghost you’ll never see
Every move you make is choreographed by me
Like a fiddle in my hands, I make you sing
You’re the narcissist, but I pull the strings
Keep playing king
While I own the strings
