[Intro — low piano, distant cymbal wash]
Easy now—
don’t rush what’s already mine.
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[Verse 1 — burlesque hush, intimate]
Lipstick prayers on a crystal glass,
Gold light flickers, the future cracks.
Silk hangs loose from a broken chair,
Every breath tastes like don’t you dare.
I learned control in a rented smile,
Counted the seconds, stretched the while.
If you’re going to touch what you can’t outrun—
Do it gentle.
Do it slow.
Do it undone.
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[Pre-Chorus — bass enters, pulse steady]
Hands like promises, soft and sure,
You don’t need force to make it hurt.
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[Chorus — sultry, inevitable]
Choke me slowly, darling,
I’ve got nowhere else to be.
If you’re going to take your time—
Take it honestly.
Velvet tightens, lights go low,
Say my name like you already know.
Choke me slowly, darling,
I consent to the gravity.
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[Verse 2 — darker, smoky swing]
Jazz notes rot in the corner booth,
A trumpet lies with half the truth.
Every laugh’s a loaded gun,
Every prayer tastes like just one.
I’ve danced with ruin in kitten heels,
Learned what’s fake by what feels real.
If you’re going to pull me under skin—
Do it steady.
Do it slow.
Do it in.
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[Pre-Chorus — pull back, breath audible]
I don’t fear the loss of air,
I fear the hands that rush their care.
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[Chorus — fuller, darker harmony]
Choke me slowly, darling,
Let the night decide the pace.
I don’t bruise from pressure—
I bruise from being replaced.
Hold the moment, don’t let go,
This kind of power needs control.
Choke me slowly, darling,
I trust you with the weight.
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[Bridge — atmospheric black metal swell, restrained]
(spoken, close)
This isn’t violence.
This is listening.
(sung, rising but calm)
I choose the edge,
I choose the fall—
I choose the hand
that feels it all.
(distant tremolo guitars bloom like fog)
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[Final Chorus — ceremonial, commanding]
Choke me slowly, darling,
Like the night holds onto dawn.
Not to end me—
Just remind me
I’m still breathing when you’re gone.
No escape and no regret,
Just the truth we haven’t said.
Choke me slowly, darling—
I’ll tap out when I’m dead.
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[Outro — piano collapses, whispered smile]
Good.
Now do nothing.
Let it linger.
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