VERSE 1
Your silhouette bleeds into the walls,
A cracked-lip smile that never falls.
You drag your nails through the smoke I breathe,
Etching secrets no one else can see.
You circle me slow like a ritual flame,
Whisper my sins and call out my name.
You taste the fear running under my skin—
And grin, inviting me deeper in.
PRE-CHORUS
You murmur, “Come closer… let it sting,”
Fingers cold like a winter king.
You trace my pulse like a hunted thing—
Hungry for another weakness.
CHORUS
Take me to the wretched room,
Where your seraph-light turns into doom.
Break me open, bruise me smooth—
Where you move, I move, I move.
Drown me in your venom bloom,
Let your halo twist into a wound.
If it kills me, let it be soon—
Where you move, I move, I move.
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VERSE 2
You speak in fever, tongues of fire,
Each word a bruise dressed up in desire.
Your lips drip poison in my ear,
A lullaby meant to keep me near.
Your shadow dances like a wicked saint,
Halo cracked and dripping paint.
You smile like a curse with perfect teeth—
And pull me willingly underneath.
PRE-CHORUS
You hiss, “Stay still… don’t lose control,”
Your shadow threads itself into my soul.
I shiver, caught in your black-water pull—
And slip willingly beneath it.
CHORUS (EXTENDED)
Take me to the wretched room,
Where your seraph-light turns into doom.
Break me open, bruise me smooth—
Where you move, I move, I move.
Drown me in your venom bloom,
Let your halo twist into a wound.
If it kills me, let it be soon—
Where you move, I move, I move.
Drag me through your holy rot,
Show me everything you’re not.
If I’m damned, then tie the knot—
Where you’re caught, I’m caught, I’m caught.
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BRIDGE (whisper → scream → floaty)
(whisper)
Deeper… deeper… don’t stop… don’t breathe…
(low rasp)
I feel your hunger underneath—
A choir made of broken teeth.
You call my fear, you call my grief—
And turn them into something sweet.
(explosive)
Tear me down—
Lift me higher—
I burn alive inside your fire.
Cut me clean, remake desire—
You’re the sweet, the plague, the choir.
(floaty haunting)
I’m drifting… drifting…
Inside your wicked blessing.
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OUTRO (EXTENDED)
You haunt like a prayer I shouldn’t speak,
But I kneel anyway, every time you breathe.
My shadow bends where your wings sweep—
And I fall, I fall, I fall.
Seraph in the wretched room—
If I die here, let it be soon.
I belong inside your gloom—
Where you move, I move, I move.
ReapEternal
