Reverie XV - Positive Scototaxis

[Verse 1] She is a blade that knows it is watched... Not like the golden one—power with a muzzle on, A sun apologizing for its light before the dawn. This one is hungry in a way that’s polished clean. Rage folded into a weapon, polished till it gleams. I touch her mind—no soft places, no regret to erase. I don't have to whisper be cruel... the cruelty is rehearsed. She knows how to lift her chin and make the whole world flinch first! I taste her ambition... an unlocked door from the inside. No praying for rescue... no places left to hide! [Chorus] SHE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR! Lift her claws and show the room what happens when the leash is gone! SHE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR! A bright hot sliver taking root, welcoming the dark along! Not a victim... not a host... a partner in the stain! She welcomes the hunger! She welcomes the pain! [Verse 2] The bond bites. The shard takes root. A gray and red flower blooming from the root. Vectors of violence that do not wobble or bend, A life built like a throne where the weak meet their end! She feels me sink in—she doesn't recoil, she doesn't cry— She smiles as the hand closes tight on the sky! For less than a minute, the universe is whole... Then the cut comes. A sword through smoke... a cold line drawn across her soul! Torn from her mind! Ripped from the meal! Severed... scattered... forced to yield! [Chorus] SHE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR! Lift her claws and show the room what happens when the leash is gone! SHE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR! A bright hot sliver taking root, welcoming the dark along! Not a victim... not a host... a partner in the stain! She welcomes the hunger! She welcomes the pain! [Outro] Even as I am thrown screaming into the distance... I taste her outrage at being denied. I am gone... ...but I know what I found. She is the one who would open the door. (Distorted metallic snap cuts the track instantly)