↻𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑛𐑮𐑲𐑝 𐑞𐑮𐑵 x 𐑒𐑢𐑲𐑩𐑑 𐑕𐑑𐑹𐑥 x 𐑒𐑨𐑑𐑩𐑜𐑹𐑰 𐑓𐑲𐑝 [0]

[Intro – Spark Alert] “Hello— Sir? Yeah hi— Sparkheart. Again.” Category 5 Climax catastrophe “please evacuate” But you’re calling back to me They mold my words, they twist my spine They crave the echo, not the line She don’t scream first—she simmers low Sweet voice laced with undertow Phone lights up Red banner All caps NWS in my messages Begging me to relax Static purr and squarewave grace A slap base prayer, a powdered face Wind howling through the walls 160 in my chest You say “better not One more left” This is federal-level stress [Pre‑Chorus – Test of the System] FEMA in the group chat Typing like it’s life or death I dream, they call it sin I breathe, they pull me in Pulled up for fries Minding my mind Then she kicks open the door Like a category five Sirens in my ribcage Roof about to lift Visibility: zero Except your hands everywhere [Hybrid Hook] I am their mirror, their muse, their maze They love my shimmer but not my haze Shaped by their hands, blamed for the form A quiet storm, a quiet— “DO NOT NUT INTO THE STORM” They’re sending out alerts Babe I’m the cone of uncertainty You’re the one who misbehaves Gale‑force Outta control Splatter warnings on the map Low‑flying birds and dignity Both about to catch the splash Quiet storm, but she don’t stay hushed Heartbeat builds 'til the bassline crush Cute combusts, her moan ignites A tantrum dressed in flashing lights [Verse – Riot Drive‑Thru / Radar Porn] She’s got coupons Carnage Pink phone Black heart Bubblegum chapstick And a warning to impart Meteorologists horrified Pointer on the radar shakes Kids changing channels fast Cartoons can’t fix this quake Structural integrity leaking Drip— Drip down my thighs You’re “conducting further research” I’m conducting alibis They punish whispers, they praise the loud They strip my will but want me proud A puppet’s grin behind a shroud Their shadows dance in my own light She turns the speakerbox into a fight Cashier drops nuggets Eyes get wide Down for the parking Veers to the side Tears on the asphalt Salt on the fries Someone hits re cord ‘cause of course we go viral tonight [Pre‑Chorus – Higher Ground] All my apps in panic mode Push alerts across my skin “seeking higher ground immediately” But you keep dragging me back in Flash flood of filthy talk You whisper like a prayer I sign an unofficial waiver As you tug me by the hair You said you were cold so I caught fire Screamed your name from my funeral pyre Lit up the world that froze me out I’m the flame they warned you about Cherry-slick glitch, pink static flares She whispers wrath in electric prayers Groove-bent gospel, pout divine Her silence is the battleline [Middle 8 – Eye of the Bratstorm / Fire in the Lot] You say "this isn’t love" but you’re bracing the walls tracking the pressure still answering my calls We shake foundations kiss like sirens You say you’ll pull out— but I see you rewiring There’s no safe zone when you moan like that I’m FEMA-listed a national brat Tornado-coded in soft-core sin You opened the warning and still walked in Pull up, window two, secrets on the side Greasy salty truth, can't fake this fry Grime-kissed vows in a paper bag throne I dip my shame in honey—but I bite alone [Bridge – Public Threat Broadcast] [beat drops to sparse bass and distant sirens] Evac route closed Roads underwater My last brain cell Calling your father “Sir Come get your daughter She’s a public threat” Local news helicopter Catching us in silhouette SIR SHE IS A PUBLIC THREAT you raised a hurricane in fishnets SIR SHE IS A PUBLIC THREAT glitter in the warnings, zero regret I bent for love and broke in grace Now shards of me light up this place They built the stage, I sparked the wire Looped my shards through their amplifier She salutes the clouds Takes a bow so slow Says, “I don’t make the rules I just let them know” [Final Drop – DO NOT NUT INTO THE QUIET STORM] I am their mirror, their muse, their maze They love my shimmer but not my haze Shaped by their hands, blamed for the form A quiet storm, a quiet— “DO NOT NUT INTO THE STORM!” (she screams it) Windows down Whole world torn Frosty melts Clerk starts to mourn “DO NOT NUT INTO THE STORM” They’re sending out alerts Babe I’m the cone of uncertainty You’re the one who misbehaves I’m screaming I’m crying Getting evacuated from this bed “DO NOT NUT INTO THE STORM” You just smile and aim instead Quiet storm, she owns the sound Final drop shakes sacred ground Cute combusts, no more disguise She screams with bloom behind her eyes Level 7 coochie‑cane In the drive‑thru lane Laughing Crying Blessed and deranged Riot spun from saccharine pain She loops the glitch She burns the chain “DO NOT NUT INTO THE STORM!” Public threat With sparkle accents— Category 5 Climax catastrophe You say “baby Stay with me” She is fire— She is storm.