[Intro — “Salt Circle & Smoke”]
[soft wind chimes, distant thunder, warm analog synth pad, subtle hand drum like a ritual pulse]
I don’t knock on doors anymore.
I arrive.
Barefoot thoughts.
Salt under my tongue.
The air already knows my name.
[Verse 1 — “Candle Language”]
[slow bluesy guitar, smoky lounge piano, soft vinyl crackle, restrained groove]
You asked for love like it was simple
like it couldn’t hear you breathing wrong
so I answered in symbols
in wax and whispered wrongs
I learned your patterns quickly
your cravings, your collapse
you called it coincidence
I called it maps
every glance a quiet invocation
every touch a question I already knew
[Pre-Chorus — “Don’t Say My Name Lightly”]
[tension rises, low choir pads, heartbeat kick drum, subtle distortion creep]
careful now
you’re speaking in my language
and it listens back
[Chorus — “Hex Me Gently”]
[full sultry drop, dark pop-rock blend, heavy bass, echoing vocals, seductive but eerie energy]
hex me gently
say my name like a warning
love me like it’s forbidden
and still keep falling
I don’t break hearts
I rewrite them
you think you’re choosing me
but you’re already haunted
hex me gently
stay a little longer inside it
[Verse 2 — “Black Lace Prophecy”]
[bass groove deepens, smoky sax-like synth, distant reversed vocal textures]
I don’t chase
I echo
you feel me in places
you forgot you were empty
you call it obsession
I call it recognition
you were already half mine
before the intention
[Pre-Chorus 2 — “Circle Closing”]
[rising strings, soft distorted synth, tightening rhythmic pulse]
the room leans closer
when I stop speaking
[Final Chorus — “Hex Me Gently”]
[cinematic peak, layered harmonies, heavy reverb, hypnotic rhythm]
hex me gently
like a prayer with sharp edges
like a kiss that remembers
every past life message
I don’t leave traces
I leave changes
you won’t forget me
you’ll become me in stages
hex me gently
and don’t resist what it does to you
[Outro — “Smoke Doesn’t Apologize”]
[fade into wind, soft bell tones, distant heartbeat, silence swallowing sound]
The circle stays warm after I’m gone.
Like something still breathing.
Like something still listening.
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