Prompt / Lyrics
Spoken Intro – low, almost growled] Yeah… They said we were cursed from the start… Guess I like the way hell sounds when you breathe my name. ⸻ [Verse 1 – low, controlled] Midnight pulse in your throat I can feel it when you lie Hands cold but your lips still warm Like you’re begging me to try We don’t pray, we don’t run We don’t talk about the cost You say heaven feels too clean You’d rather get lost In my shadow In my sin In the chaos under skin They call it danger We call it home Two black hearts in a broken tone ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – building] You said, “Baby, we’re doomed.” I said, “I like the sound.” If loving you’s a curse Then let it drag me down ⸻ [Chorus – heavy beat drops] This is the tone of the damned Feel it shake in your chest Heartbeat like a war drum No peace, no rest We don’t need saving hands We don’t need light to stand When the world calls us lost We just tighten our hands This is the tone… The tone of the damned. ⸻ [Verse 2 – darker, closer] You bite like a secret Kiss like a threat Say you’ll ruin me slowly Haven’t done it yet Your nails leave scripture Down my spine Every scar’s a promise You’re still mine No halos in this bed No angels watching us Just sweat, skin, and a Low bass rush ⸻ [Bridge – Spanish Whisper 🔥] (whispered close to the mic) bésame lento… aunque estemos malditos… tu voz es mi infierno pero contigo me quedo… si el mundo nos quema que arda sin miedo… soy tu pecado favorito… dímelo… despacio… ⸻ [Final Chorus – bigger, intense] This is the tone of the damned We don’t bow, we command If love is a fire Then we strike the match by hand Let the saints turn away Let the choir disband We’ll be dancing in the dark To the tone of the damned.
Tags
Sinister trap, velvety bass, intimate growls, slow reggaeton pulse, sultry Spanish whispers in the dark male/female
Duration
2:57
Instrumental
No
Created
2/20/2026