[Prelude] [Sound of tape hiss, a jagged rewind glitch. A voice crackles over a CB radio—just static and a haunting, rhythmic laugh that modulates into a low-frequency rumble. The "chemical fire" sizzle hums underneath.] [Verse 1: Spoken-word, dry and close to the mic] Crocodile smile. Open wide… Let me… …rest my head on your teeth. I… Like the sound of them clamping down whenever we… …meet. [Bridge] Love the way you… Breathe. The rise and fall of your chest— It becomes you. [Interlude: The rhythm shifts. A heavy, distorted kick-drum pulse emerges, sluggish and deliberate. The sound of rusted metal grinding.] [Chorus: Layered vocals, slightly out of phase] My own smile— once it’s found— speaks nothing of this chase. Trapped in the comfort of finding another cruel home to break. [Verse 2: Melodic, sung with a weary, hollow resonance] Wandering in your sheltered den I settle on the rusted bear trap of our embrace. Feel it break— Snap and crush every bone in my face. The teeth that clamp on my broken back shatter and leave no trace [Chorus: Layered vocals, slightly out of phase] My own smile— once it’s found— speaks nothing of this chase. Trapped in the comfort of finding another cruel home to break. [Verse 3: Tempo increases slightly, erratic] My hands don’t tremble— they flutter as a bird, or perhaps they shudder and dance with every word spat out with broken teeth. [Outro: Heavy distortion, the music begins to warp] This love is not a song. It’s acid in the sheets. Open wide, crocodile— I’m ready to curl up in your smile over and over again. [Coda: Digital stutter, frame-skipping audio, the mechanical grind accelerates into a high-pitched whine] I’ll ride your merry-go-round— that screeches with a metallic sound— as it bends time into a single line of… grace. [The sound of a tape spool snapping. Total silence.]
