Hidden

Hidden

(A blend of Rammstein’s industrial weight, Evanescence’s soaring gothic drama, and Tokio Hotel’s raw emotional vulnerability – heavy driving riffs, atmospheric piano, and a woman’s voice that moves between controlled intensity and open confession)

(Intro – cold industrial pulse + soft piano notes drifting in)

No one sees it…

No one ever will…

(Verse 1 – low, measured, almost mechanical, then softening)

I walk through the day with a perfect straight face

Soft voice, clean hands, never out of place

But under the blouse and the careful disguise

There’s leather and heat that I never let rise

I smile when they talk, I nod when they speak

While something inside me stays hungry and weak

(Pre-Chorus – tension rising, more emotional)

I keep it locked

I keep it buried deep

The part of me that only wants to crawl… and keep

(Chorus – big, soaring, emotional release over heavy industrial rhythm)

I want the leather…

I want the weight of a hand

I want to be someone’s baby girl

And never have to stand

Taboo and quiet, I hide it so well

The need to be owned is the secret I never tell

I am so good at hiding…

So good at hiding…

(Verse 2 – more intimate and confessional, Tokio Hotel-style vulnerability)

At night I imagine the click of the strap

The voice that says “good girl” while I stay on my lap

I crave the control, the rules, and the fall

To be small and soft and not strong at all

But morning comes back and the mask goes on tight

I bury the baby girl deep out of sight

(Pre-Chorus)

I keep it locked

I keep it buried deep

The part of me that only wants to crawl… and keep

(Chorus)

I want the leather…

I want the weight of a hand

I want to be someone’s baby girl

And never have to stand

Taboo and quiet, I hide it so well

The need to be owned is the secret I never tell

I am so good at hiding…

So good at hiding…

(Bridge – stripped back, piano and distant industrial heartbeat, almost spoken then rising into open emotion)

No one would believe it

If they looked in my eyes

The girl who seems so steady

Is the one who wants to be tied

Leather and orders…

Soft and controlled…

I carry the hunger

In a heart made of stone

(And it never gets old…)

(Final Chorus – full power, layered vocals, heavier riffs, more desperate soar)

I want the leather…

I want the weight of a hand

I want to be someone’s baby girl

And never have to stand

Taboo and quiet, I hide it so well

The need to be owned is the secret I never tell

I am so good at hiding…

So good at hiding…

So good at hiding…

(Outro – industrial beat slowly fading under soft piano and a fragile whisper)

No one sees it…

No one ever will…

But I still want it…

I still want it…

I still want it…

This version mixes the three more evenly:

• Rammstein gives the heavy, disciplined industrial drive

• Evanescence gives the soaring, dramatic vocal peaks and gothic atmosphere

• Tokio Hotel gives the raw, almost diary-like emotional vulnerability in the verses and bridge

Want it heavier on any one of the three styles, more explicit, softer