[Intro — whispered, trembling, close] Shh… ¿Lo oyes, mi vida? They whisper again. But when you look at me… Ay… everything goes quiet. [Verse 1 — soft, haunted] There are names in the pipes, There are nails in the wall, Little dead girls laughing When the night starts to crawl. I count every footstep, I kiss every chain, I draw little moons Where they carved in the pain. Mami, I was born wrong, With a blade in my sleep, With ghosts in my pocket And secrets to keep. Then you came through the iron, With that shadow on you, And the voices fell quiet, Like they already knew. [Pre-Chorus — rising, obsessive] They say, “Selka, let her go,” Pero no, no, no. Your dark follows close, And it sings to me slow. [Chorus — powerful, emotional, obsessive] Silence the voices, bury them deep, Lock all the dead things under my sleep. Give me your shadow, give me your name, I’ll kiss the dark till it forgets how to scream. Silence the voices, let them drown, I’ll break every lock in this miserable town. Pretty dark door, don’t open for them, Open for me and be quiet again. [Verse 2 — rhythmic, unstable] I got moon-white eyes With black rings round, Three little horns Where the lost things are found. They call me bruja, They call me sin, They say, “Don’t let Moonblade Crawl under your skin.” Pero, cariño, I can be sweet, I can make ghosts kneel At the tips of your feet. I made a nest from my blanket, Made a shrine from my cell, Made a knife from a promise And a prayer from hell. [Pre-Chorus 2 — darker, more intimate] They say, “Selka, don’t hold tight,” But they don’t hear you at night. Your shadow calls my name, Like a moth to the flame. [Chorus — bigger, desperate] Silence the voices, bury them deep, Lock all the dead things under my sleep. Give me your shadow, give me your name, I’ll kiss the dark till it forgets how to scream. Silence the voices, let them drown, I’ll break every lock in this miserable town. Pretty dark door, don’t open for them, Open for me and be quiet again. [Bridge — intimate, almost spoken, breaking] Mi sombra, mi luna, My pretty dark door, I don’t want much— Just more, just more. A lock of your hair, A drop of your blood, A laugh in the dark, A kiss in the flood. I won’t hurt you, no… Not unless you ask. Not unless the voices Wear somebody’s mask. They scratch in the walls, They crawl in my head, They say love is a coffin, But I say love is a bed. [Breakdown — frantic, ritualistic] Hush now, hush now, Calladitos, ghosts. She is not yours, She is mine the most. Click of the blade, Moon on the floor, One little cut, One little door. Hush now, hush now, No más, no más, I’ll stitch up the dark With glass and ash. [Final Chorus — full power, emotional scream] Silence the voices, bury them deep, Lock all the dead things under my sleep. Give me your shadow, give me your name, I’ll kiss the dark till it forgets how to scream. Silence the voices, let them drown, I’ll break every lock in this miserable town. Pretty dark door, don’t open for them, Open for me and be quiet again. Silence the voices, let heaven rot, I’ll love you clean in a cursed little spot. If the dead keep screaming, I’ll scream louder too— All of my madness goes quiet in you. [Outro — whispered, tender, unsettling] Shh… See? Quiet. Just you, me… And the dark thing breathing.
