Wicked Little Arms (Whispering Sweet Nothings Version)

Dark alt-rock with cinematic build; hushed male vocals over tremolo guitars and distant toms in the verse, then a wide, crushing chorus with distorted power chords, subby bass, and stacked harmonies, Tension rises through eerie backing choirs and reverse swells, then drops to a fragile bridge before a final, explosive hook, male vocals, deep

“A little closer” Said the spider to the fly “Don’t worry It won’t hurt Just take a breath and close your eyes” You feel it in your shoulder Sliding lower down your spine “Won’t you let it enter? Won’t you let it inside?” It means you no harm It just wants to take charge As it wraps your shaking body In its wicked little arms And as you twist As you writhe From the shiver of its touch When you think it’s all over It hasn’t even begun It whispers in your marrow “Let me wear you like a coat” Stitching little promises Along your tender throat It paints you in obedience Like a halo made of tar “Don’t you feel much lighter With me steering from the dark?” It means you no harm It just wants to take charge As it wraps your shaking body In its wicked little arms And as you twist As you writhe From the shiver of its touch When you think it’s all over It hasn’t even begun You cough out your consent In a cracked Unwilling sigh (yeah) As it settles in your ribs Blinking from behind your eyes Are you still the one who’s speaking Or the whisper tucked inside? Tell me which of you is breathing And which one only lies It means you no harm It just wants to take charge As it wraps your shaking body In its wicked little arms And as you twist As you writhe Begging mercy from your lungs When you think it’s all over It hasn’t even begun (it hasn’t even begun)

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