Divide

Verse 1

Midnight breathes through fractured constellations,

silver dust suspended in the air.

Two silhouettes emerge from quiet galaxies,

one carved from mercy, one from velvet dare.

Halo light dissolves along a shoulder,

dark silk answering with patient flame.

Heaven whispers caution through soft gravity,

while shadows speak in fluent tongues of flame.

Pre-Chorus

Balance trembles on invisible wires,

virtue leaning closer to desire.

Every choice redraws the fragile border

between restraint and quiet wildfire.

Chorus

Two reflections drifting through the cosmos,

mirrors bending truth from different sides.

One writes mercy in the language of morning,

one rewrites night with velvet pride.

Starlight listens to the silent argument

between the pulse and the disguise.

Nothing here resembles simple innocence—

even angels negotiate with vice.

Verse 2

Feathers brush against forbidden thunder,

silk temptation circling the spine.

Grace wears patience like a hidden dagger,

darkness answers dressed in satin time.

Every step composes quiet tension,

every glance invents another rule.

Heaven holds its breath in distant patience

while shadows learn the discipline of cool.

Pre-Chorus

Somewhere underneath celestial order

breath becomes a rhythm no one owns.

Morality dissolves inside the heartbeat

where conscience bargains with the bones.

Chorus

Two reflections drifting through the cosmos,

mirrors bending truth from different sides.

One writes mercy in the language of morning,

one rewrites night with velvet pride.

Starlight listens to the silent argument

between the pulse and the disguise.

Nothing here resembles simple innocence—

even angels negotiate with vice.

Bridge

Maybe paradise was never spotless,

maybe fire learned patience from the sky.

Maybe every halo hides a shadow

waiting for the courage to reply.

Maybe sin is simply restless gravity,

pulling saints toward unfamiliar tides.

Every heaven casts a darker echo

when the soul begins to split in two.

Final Chorus

Two reflections drifting through the cosmos,

twin horizons folded into one.

Mercy softens edges of the darkness,

while temptation teaches how to run.

No confession offered to the heavens,

no surrender written in the skies.

Somewhere in the quiet of the starlight

virtue learns the elegance of vice.

Outro

Stardust settles on unfinished choices.

Night inhales the silence left behind.

Morning waits beyond the fragile balance

where light and shadow finally align.