Jeyffa - Crimson Spiral

Dark euphoric trance with a pulsing 4-on-the-floor kick, hypnotic arps, and a menacing saw-bass that blooms in the choruses; male vocals, breathy and intimate in the verses, opening into chanting harmonies on the hook, Filter sweeps and risers build a ritualistic tension, while airy pads and reversed vox FX swirl around the topline, Final chorus widens with octave-doubled leads and a long, intoxicating reverb tail, worship, trance

[Verse 1] Red smoke in the rafters Incense on my tongue Candle wax on cold stone I forget where I'm from He says my secret name In a language made of heat Halo on the floor now As I fall to my knees [Chorus] I dance for the devil in a crimson spiral Round and round his throne I break my rival idols Hundreds of lovers in a fevered circle We drink our shame We crown our vices I worship sin I worship sin (oh) I worship sin And I don't want saving [Verse 2] Claw marks on my shoulder Lipstick like a bruise Every touch a promise Every promise just an excuse Silk ropes Slow choke Whispered blasphemy He turns my every shiver Into liturgy [Chorus] I dance for the devil in a crimson spiral Round and round his throne I break my rival idols Hundreds of lovers in a fevered circle We drink our shame We crown our vices I worship sin I worship sin (yeah) I worship sin And I don't want saving

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