[Verse 1 - Dominance (Slow/Sticky Flow)] I wait like a statue made of pearl. Time slows down, there is no reason I can tell. Control is sweet, like a a cigarette smoked out slow. A thick silence, but the air begins to glow. No need to rush, just tension that starts to build. I move quietly, but the power is heavy and deep within me still. [Bridge/Chorus - Obsession (Mid-Tempo)] Desire burns slow, no quick ending it can find. It's a tunnel made of mirrors, leaving no trace behind. It gets me addicted, not to alcohol, not to smoke. But to the need for the peak, to the feeling that now I can cope. Passion is a coin with two sharp cut faces. Pleasure remains, even if it leads to these dark places. The **deep bassline** plays low, a drama without an end. I want to stop, but I don't know how, my friend. [Verse 2 - Risk/Gambling (Sharp/Precise Flow)] Dice rolls, cards flipped, dry rhythm, no mercy, pulse high. Lose everything, win a fragment, fire, asphalt sky. I jump into the void, no risk, just pure bliss. Control is a dream on the edge of the precipice. The **heavy synth sound** is the final crisis. Sharp rhythm, sixteenth notes, every syllable's a price. [Bridge/Chorus - Obsession (Repeat)] Desire burns slow, no quick ending it can find. It's a tunnel made of mirrors, leaving no trace behind. It gets me addicted, not to alcohol, not to smoke. But to the need for the peak, to the feeling that now I can cope. Passion is a coin with two sharp cut faces. Pleasure remains, even if it leads to these dark places. The **deep bassline** plays low, a drama without an end. I want to stop, but I don't know how, my friend. [Verse 3 - Dominance (Extension, Slow/Sticky Flow)] Rain hits the window, but the control is inside. Slowness is the weapon, seduction's the guide. You don't tell me what to do, I decide how the game ends. Every moment is mine, I feel the fire slowly descend. The lips are silent, but my mind knows all. Don't you move, it's a lesson, a whisper, a vow. [Outro] (Beat slows down. **Saxophone** sustains. Drums fade out, only rain sound and a final whispered word.) (Vinyl crackle intensifies. Sound stops abruptly, like a needle lifted from the record.) (**The Tenor Sax** fades slowly. Rain.)
