[Intro (spoken, husky, intimate)] I love when music smells of cold smoke and perfume that’s too rich. I love when words cling to the skin like a stubborn habit. Come closer. I’ll tell you how I fall. [Verse 1] I walk through vertigo in heels on sheets of synth. The night stretches slow, my lips full of beauty. The words pierce my mind, but it’s my gut that feels. I am frequency, I am zone, I am desire offbeat. The bass rolls through my hips, like a broken old slow dance. I am chic, I am strange, too sensitive to pretend. I speak in first person, my body tells my story. From my spine to my ears, there’s a burning land. I whisper, glass in hand: I’ve reached that point of feeling where heaven meets desire. [Chorus (dark, hypnotic)] I am electro-sensitive… electro-sensitive… electro-sensitive… The bass takes my hips, the waves crawl over skin. I am electro-sensitive, antenna-body under neon lights. I am electro-sensitive, I catch hearts, I catch fire, electric currents pass through me, I tremble deep inside. It’s the S of Stendhal in my veins, sentimental decadence. I am electro-sensitive, bleeding stars, dancing with my scandals. Electro-sensitive… electro-sensitive… [Verse 2] Sometimes life dies inside, I walk afraid to fall. But a filthy beat is enough, to light me back up. I’m in love and a little sick with this shadowed flood. Each vibration becomes law, each silence bites. The synths climb my spine, rippling under my shoulders. I am mint that shivers, delicate elegance. They say it’s harmless, sharp, striking only the passionate. I say it’s too much lived to be polite. [Pre-Chorus (voice alone, all cuts)] Once there was a man with words like smoke, who spoke of love like alcohol, cigarette in the rhyme. I kept his insolence, and plugged my heart into electricity. [Chorus (darker, sensual)] I am electro-sensitive… electro-sensitive… The bass grips my stomach, the currents choke my throat. I am electro-sensitive, I lose myself in every chord. I am electro-sensitive, I catch souls, I catch fire, the frequencies pierce me, I float inside your eyes. It’s the S of Stendhal in my nerves, chic vertigo, brutal love. I am electro-sensitive, burning slow, feeling the world at high tension under skin. [Bridge (spoken, grainy + glitch)] Some tracks bring you close to dirty paradise. You wobble in your living room, unbutton your soul. The visitor becomes vibration. Emotion passes through matter. I suddenly see the intent hidden behind each light. Overflow. Hypersensitive. Yet in this electric chaos I discover I am real. My body is an instrument. My heart an old erotic tape recorder. [Break instrumental – sub bass / smoky pads / sampled sighs / slow pulse] [Final Chorus (ethereal, carnal, elegant)] I am electro-sensitive… electro-sensitive… It’s the S of Stendhal, my sweet vice, music restores my pulse. I fall into sensation, surrender to emotion. I am electro-sensitive, whole, spiraling in Romanticism. I’m made of waves and tremors, overflowing the present. I am electro-sensitive, bleeding stars, dancing with my flaws. I am excessive, fragile, alive… and dangerously elegant. [Outro (low voice, audible smile)] So let me be this woman with neurons on fire, who loves slow bass too hard and words that smell like sulfur. I am vertigo. I am troubled love. I am art under the skin. I am the S of Stendhal… and I fall with grace.
