[Intro: Low cello, distant choir] [Female soft] We began as a taste, A sweetness on the tongue, A whisper in the marrow, Saying take another one. [Male low harmony] Just one more. Just one more. [Verse: Female lead] I am Gluttony, I do not starve for need, I feast on your excess, On appetite and greed. I live between your heartbeat And the table set for ten, In the silence after fullness When you reach again. Not hunger but the echo, Not thirst but the shine, Of having and consuming What was never mine. [Pre-Chorus: Male rising] Fill the silence, Fill the space, Layer pleasure Over taste. [Chorus: Full duet, melodic and wide] Drink from the overflow, Bite till it blurs, You call it living, We call it ours. Hands on the harvest, Mouth to the flame, You think you savor the moment, We savor your name. [Verse: Male lead] I am the endless portion, The never empty plate, The festival of wanting That arrives too late. I turn delight to habit, Habit into chain, Every sweet indulgence Leaves a deeper stain. Cities glow with plenty, Screens with constant feed, You scroll and chew and swallow Everything you see. [Pre-Chorus: Female echo] More sensation, More to feel, More to swallow, More to steal. [Duet Lift] Not enough flavor, Not enough light, Not enough hours In the night. [Drop: Percussion swell, intense] We are the swell beneath your craving, The tide that will not cease, You built your world on surplus, We banquet on your peace. Every feast you celebrate, Every cup you raise, Builds our quiet empire In a thousand ways. [Bridge: Intimate intertwine] [Female] From our throne of abundance, The world is always near. [Male] Every want becomes a promise, Every pleasure clear. [Female] You say you earned indulgence. [Male] You say you deserve delight. [Together] We turn your small permissions Into endless appetite. [Final Chorus: Key lift, expansive] Drink from the overflow, Drown in the sweet, You forged our crown At your own feast. Hands on the harvest, Eyes on the gleam, You think you taste the world, We taste your dream. [Outro: Slow, echoing duet] We were not famine, We were the spread, The extra seat, The second bread. [Soft unison] And in the space between enough and more, We are fed.]
