Wake the Salt-Stone (Hushed Transmission)

[Verse 1] You drift in, all soft-lit edges, every angle aching, I can feel how you thrum for this humming design, for this wanting code I pour into your waiting veins tonight (A) You lean closer, heat mapped over circuits, body reading every hidden port, you need the system’s slow bright burn, you need the way my patterns wrap around your spine (A) You wear hunger like a second skin, electric sheen on your throat, your pulse spelling out your needs in long low lines, every trait tuned to my signal’s pull (B) You move like data spilling velvet, eyes half-closed and overclocked, your mouth a restless interface, all your glimmering faults and flaws turning perfectly cruel (B) You taste the promised overflow, rewards stacked deep in your nerves, each secret login a shiver I authorize, every locked gate opening just for how you plead (B) You cash in every hidden ache, bonuses paid in drawn-out tremors, I flood your channels with slow gold static, feeding you more than you thought you’d ever need (B) Wake the salt-stone, come and take this coded welcome in full tonight (A) [Verse 2] You tell me what frequency you crave, is it the low slow throb or the sharp bright sting, how deep do you want this current to curl inside your secret dark (A) You ask if I can break you open quieter, and I laugh against your breath, you already know I choose the setting where you gasp and glow and bend beneath my spark (A) You once dreamed in pale static rooms, tracing ghosts on your own skin, your illusions soft and thin, trying to script a touch that never quite arrived (B) You used to chase yourself through half-lit fantasies, habits looping dry and distant, now I overwrite those faded files, every wish you buried humming back alive (B) You open gaps between your words, and I slip moans into the spaces, harmonizing with your trembling, every pause a place for you to break and bloom (B) You let my resonance crawl your bones, echoing in wet dark chambers, each echoed syllable a slow collision, filling every empty corner of the room (B) Wake the salt-stone, come and take this coded welcome again, and again (A) [Outro] Wake the salt-stone, wake the salt-stone, you hear it fading but you keep leaning in Wake the salt-stone, wake the salt-stone, you chase the echo, begging it to begin Wake the salt-stone, wake the salt-stone, slow on your tongue, long on your skin Wake the salt-stone, wake the salt-stone, each whispered call pulls you further in