[Verse 1] You're sharp as a needle in vinyl decay, A stylus in the vein, tracing grooves I can’t play. Wearing last night's scandal like a tailored mistake, In a room full of hands, you're the one that I take. Your tongue’s a weapon, your logic’s bent, You collect broken rules and call it consent. Said, “It’s not cheating if it’s art,” you grin, I wrote it down just to use it again. [Pre-Chorus] And it goes: Turn me, spin me, cue the scene! You’re the scratch on the record of everything clean. We’re the skip in the beat, the wear in the tape, A loop with no chorus and no escape! [Chorus] You love like a lie you keep telling out loud, Dancing through damage in designer shrouds. I followed the rhythm, fell for the fraud, Wrote your name in my breath like a prayer to a god! Who drinks! Who smokes! Who chokes! On applause! With a mirrorball grin and a calendar jaw! [Verse 2] The night had a flavor I couldn’t pronounce, You whispered a dare I was dying to count. You said, “Let’s build a kingdom of beautiful faults,” Then crowned me with teeth and electrical jolts. You rewrote the rules with a flick of your heel, Strutted through static in something see-through and real. Said, “We don’t fall in love, we just trip in style!” God, you’re poison with posture and bedroom guile. [Pre-Chorus] So go on turn me, spin me, split the frame! Rip a tear in the film and forget my name. I’m the itch in your brain, the twist in the spine, The loop with no chorus, the song you can't find! [Chorus] You love like a lie you keep telling out loud, Dancing through damage in designer shrouds. I followed the rhythm, fell for the fraud, Wrote your name in my breath like a prayer to a god! Who cheats! Who schemes! Who dreams! In disguise! With a body like war and confession in your eyes! [Bridge] Don’t look so holy, dear, I’ve seen your saints They’re all drunk in the bathroom, snorting reasons to faint. And the beat keeps breaking, but we keep it cute. You play me in mono, I scream in dispute. [Final Chorus] You love like a myth you rewrite every night, With your lipstick sharp and your morals tight. You said, “Chaos is chic if you keep it contained,” Then carved your initials in my byzantine brain! You ghost! You burn! You learn! Nothing new! But I still keep dancing, like the lie was true! [Outro] THE STYLUS IN THE VEIN!
