[INTRO] (degraded loop — pulse like a heartbeat under concrete) (low voice, almost amused) Stay. Don’t move. Feel it. [VERSE I] I wore you like a chemical rubbed you into unnamed pain called it love in the mirror just to quiet the static in my brain Your body was a language I could use to not speak mine every touch a soft anesthesia every moment bought me time [PRE-CHORUS] But the wound doesn’t want your hands it doesn’t want your mouth it only ever wanted me and I keep blacking out [CHORUS] I am the hole dressed up in skin I am the ache I’m dancing in I turn your pulse into my fix confuse connection with a hit I made a god of everything but me fed every ghost that let me flee the starving dark beneath the beat is calling me is calling me [POST CHORUS] (stop.) (breathe.) (drop.) [VERSE II] This isn’t love — it’s appetite velvet teeth, a neon lie drag you down into my shadow call it depth, but it’s a dive I blur the line between need and meaning dress my hunger up as art hand you shards of something broken ask you gently: “hold my heart” [PRE-CHORUS] But the work is in the turning not the bodies I replace it’s the room I keep avoiding it’s the echo I won’t face [CHORUS] I am the hole dressed up in skin I am the ache I’m dancing in I turn your pulse into my fix confuse connection with a hit I made a god of everything but me fed every ghost that let me flee the starving dark beneath the beat is calling me is calling me [POST CHORUS] (stop.) (breathe.) (descend.) [BRIDGE] (7/8 — stuttering percussion, whispered → shouted) Stay. Every nerve says run — find a body, find a voice, find a place to put the blame. Stay. The shadow isn’t hungry for them. It’s starving for you. (all layers drop except pulse) You don’t love like this — you consume you dissolve you rename the wreckage “truth” (silence — breath, then a low laugh) I know. I always knew. [INSTRUMENTAL] (pummeling groove — bass and noise twisting together, mechanical + organic, merging) [VERSE III] No phone glow, no distraction just the rhythm of my chest silence isn’t hunting me it’s a place I never let exist The ache is not a signal to escape or to replace it’s a door without a handle it’s a mirror to my face [FINAL CHORUS] I am the hole learning to close I am the still beneath the noise I stopped turning flesh to cure stopped mistaking touch for more No more gods outside my skin no more exits dressed as them the starving dark beneath the beat was only asking me to let it in [OUTRO] (stay.) (lower.) (stay.) (slower.) descend into it (whisper) you were never afraid of the dark you were afraid it might be you
