[verse 1 | vocals: controlled, sharper phrasing, cool menace | instrumental: driving bass, gritty electric guitars, tight live drums | energy: faster, biting, predatory] flash goes white across the table pretty teeth behind the glass clean hands reaching for the damage like it never stains them back silk noise, polished little hunger soft mouths dressed in black and gold every blessing starts to curdle once they need a wound to hold [pre-chorus | vocals: closer, precise, rising tension | instrumental: guitars tighten, drums push forward, bass pulse intensifies | energy: sleek, pressurized] i can feel it in the timing in the way the room goes still you don’t love the body breathing you just love the drop, the thrill [chorus | vocals: magnetic, cutting, slightly more forceful | instrumental: full groove, snarling guitars, heavy bass | energy: sharp, repetitive, addictive] i know what feeds vultures in disguise my ruin is a feast my life is a vice [verse 2 | vocals: cool, incisive, elegant contempt | instrumental: restless guitar texture, pounding drums, bass locked in | energy: glossy rot, luxurious aggression] front page smile with sharpened edges lipstick on a broken plate you make ruin look expensive when you serve it dressed as fate all that perfume on the frenzy all that praise with something sour you lean in when something weakens you call it beauty, call it power [chorus | vocals: dominant, cold fire | instrumental: full hit, guitars more abrasive, bass heavy | energy: relentless, venomous] i know what feeds vultures in disguise my ruin is a feast my life is a vice [bridge | vocals: lower, intimate, animal calm | instrumental: stripped for tension, tom-heavy drums, stalking bass, guitar scrape | energy: hunting, closing in] beaks shine bright when hunger gathers circling slow above the skin every creature shows its nature when it smells the split within [chorus | vocals: harder attack, still controlled | instrumental: biggest section, gritty guitars, driving drums | energy: sharp, consuming] i know what feeds vultures in disguise my ruin is a feast my life is a vice [outro | vocals: cold, close, final | instrumental: abrupt reduction, bass and guitar decay | energy: suspended, unsettling] mouths open waiting
