Obscene Reflection

___________________________________________________________________ ❤❤❤ Listen up, you adorable little sound-gobblers! ❤❤❤ ___________________________________________________________________ Okay, I'm seriously starting to think I'm cursed... or maybe the Suno AI just has a personal vendetta against me. The vocals do whatever they want, like rebellious teenagers on autotune. It's so frustrating when a perfectly good song gets these weird little quirks because the AI decides to get 'creative'. ✨ The worst part is, I'm not even a real musician – I'm just a word nerd with a dream! It's like building a sports car and then handing the keys to a squirrel. Honestly, the track still slaps... but right now? Right now I need to go yeet something across the room out of pure, unadulterated spite. 😑 ___________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________ She's the queen... of the cheap perfume...and the borrowed bed A painted smile... mmh... that prays on what the night has bled Her only god's the looking glass... hung overhead... To watch her conquests... as they're lying... cold and dead... She preys upon the lonely hearts... the willing fools... And breaks them just to prove... she still can bend the rules... A fleeting touch... a whispered lie... her favourite tools... Then leaves a trail... oh... of shattered souls in morning's pools... She chews the shards... oh... of her own house of cards... Oh, she's a Maneater... oh... a heart-defeater A sinful, grinning... self-love repeater... But every hunter... in the final scene... Meets a predator... who is still more obscene... He glides in smooth... a predator in silk and lies... A salon lion... with a kiss that pulverizes... His words are honeyed... but his eyes are cold and flat... He mirrors back... the very wounds she's aiming at... He doesn't want her soul... just wants to see it break... To be the one decision... that she'll never make... He offers her the apple... mmh... for the serpent's sake... And watches... as her perfect, porcelain world... does shake... Oh, she's a Maneater... oh... a heart-defeater A sinful, grinning... self-love repeater... But every hunter... in the final scene... Meets a predator... who is still more obscene... She chews the shards... oh... of her own house of cards... For just one night... the script is torn... the stage is his to hold... He paints her as the masterpiece... he wanted to unfold... Then leaves the canvas slashed... a story left untold... A single, wilted rose... among his gems and gold... Her throne of adoration... is a cold and barren place... As he moves on to conquer... leaving not a single trace... But the chilling understanding... written on her face... Now she's the Maneater... oh... the heart's in her defeater A tarnished, bleeding... self-doubt repeater... 'Cause every hunter... in the final scene... Meets a predator who is still more obscene... She came to conquer... to take and to possess... And left as just another... mess...