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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kneeling on the bedroom floor
Silk rope carving little roads in your skin
You don't say a word at all
Just breathing in
Breathing me in
Eyes up
Waiting on my tongue
Every tremor runs electric and sure
You offer up your shaking hands
Ask who you belong to
Begging for the word
[Chorus]
You call me sir
Like a prayer caught under your breath
Every syllable surrender
Every whisper a step from the edge
You call me sir
And the world falls quiet and blurred
You only answer to my voice now
To that one small word
[Verse 2]
Heartbeats in a crooked line
Counting knots like promises you can trust
I draw circles on your throat
Feel you arch into the burn
Into the hush
You test at every careful bind
Tiny riots in the pull of the ties
I tilt your chin
Still you down
Watch your whole body soften when I say "be nice"
[Chorus]
You call me sir
Like a vow pressed hard to your chest
Every tremor something tender
Every shiver a dare you confess
You call me sir
And your doubts all sink in the dirt
You only move when I say "good" now
On that one small word
[Bridge]
Say it again
Mouth it
Choke it
Savor it slow (oh)
All of your storms
Curl up and sleep in the sound that you own
Say it again
Let it scrape sweet against your teeth
The tighter you’re held
The deeper you fall
The safer you breathe
[Chorus]
You call me sir
Like a flame cupped tight in your hands
Every quiver
Full surrender
Every sigh says "only you understand"
You call me sir
Until pain turns holy and sure
You only answer to my mercy
To that one small word
Details
GeneratedMar 5, 2026
Duration4:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Moody, dynamic rock in the vein of atmospheric modern prog: clean, reverb-soaked guitars and soft male vocals in the verses, blooming into thick down-tuned riffs and wide harmonies in the choruses. Drum groove shifts from delicate ghost notes to explosive, syncopated hits; bass glues the low end with a slight growl. Occasional electronic swells and reverse reverbs create a ritualistic aura, vocals front and center with intimate breaths and whispered layers on key phrases., sleep
Credits
Prompt by
Sir_601
Sir_601ModelAria v5
Prompt
A sleep token style rock song about submissive’s being tied up, calling me sir.
