Dungeon master Raccoon (ft TigerMayCry) by Krealm

[Verse 2]
Labyrinths crumble, his traps collapse thin,
Yet she, with one glance, draws hot sweat from skin.
He weeps for commands that she’ll never bestow,
Her silence itself is the lash and the blow.
He builds a guillotine, dreaming of a caress,
While she forgot him in the stocks.

[Chorus]
Dungeon master raccoon!
Pathetic servant of a goddess who won’t move.
She reigns without effort, her sigh is decree,
He rots in his hunger, she thrives in ennui.
He begs for even torture, but in reply — silence,
Deadly poisonous, like a promise of "tomorrow."

[Bridge]
The torches all bend to the curve of her thigh,
He burns in devotion, ridiculous, dry.
Her cruelty’s idle, her smile carves scars,
She is midnight eternal, he’s vermin in jars.
He would eat crumbs from her table, even if they were poisoned,
But her table is her own perfection, forever out of his reach.

[Final / Coda]
The raccoon laughs, a brittle, sour wheeze,
He looks at his own crematorium as if it's a rental throne.
While she drapes her boredom in velvet disease.
Chains melt in her beauty, the night bows her throne,
In this dungeon of farce — she’s the flesh, he’s the bone.
He's already laid out his pelt as a rug on her threshold,
But she prefers to walk on it in heels, without noticing.

Raccoon : 
[Verse 1]
I bow in the dark, though she never commands,
Inventing her orders with my trembling hands.
I rattle these chains just to mimic her voice,
But the silence reminds me — I never had a choice.

[Verse 2]
I build little traps, but they snap on my pride,
A cardboard dominion where I try to hide.
I kneel to her shadow, to the curve she owns,
Cursed crumbs from her table are blocking my respawn.

[Chorus]
I am the dungeon master — though it’s only pretend.
A raccoon in rags, awaiting her hand.
She reigns without lifting a finger of mercy,
And I rot in devotion, braindead victim of hypocrisy.

[Bridge]
I’d lick her heels clean, if they ever touched down.
I’d wear her rejection like a glittering gown.
Her smile is my torture, her boredom my chain,
I beg her for poison — she gives me disdain.

[Final / Coda]
So I laugh in the dark, a pathetic song,
My mattress is a trash heap, my scepter a thong.
She will never descend, she will never take part,
Yet I lay out my carcass as her welcome mat.
If she ever should step, I’ll flatten into a hide,
For a raccoon’s devotion is always denied.

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Mistress: [Verse 1] In the dungeon’s dark, wax shivers on stone, The raccoon invents orders she’s never intoned. He claws at the chains just to conjure her gaze, While she reclines in silence, a queen of malaise. Her indifference is his barcode scanner, That forever beeps 'invalid' at the door. [Verse 2] Labyrinths crumble, his traps collapse thin, Yet she, with one glance, draws hot sweat from skin. He weeps for commands that she’ll never bestow, Her silence itself is the lash and the blow. He builds a guillotine, dreaming of a caress, While she forgot him in the stocks. [Chorus] Dungeon master raccoon! Pathetic servant of a goddess who won’t move. She reigns without effort, her sigh is decree, He rots in his hunger, she thrives in ennui. He begs for even torture, but in reply — silence, Deadly poisonous, like a promise of "tomorrow." [Bridge] The torches all bend to the curve of her thigh, He burns in devotion, ridiculous, dry. Her cruelty’s idle, her smile carves scars, She is midnight eternal, he’s vermin in jars. He would eat crumbs from her table, even if they were poisoned, But her table is her own perfection, forever out of his reach. [Final / Coda] The raccoon laughs, a brittle, sour wheeze, He looks at his own crematorium as if it's a rental throne. While she drapes her boredom in velvet disease. Chains melt in her beauty, the night bows her throne, In this dungeon of farce — she’s the flesh, he’s the bone. He's already laid out his pelt as a rug on her threshold, But she prefers to walk on it in heels, without noticing. Raccoon : [Verse 1] I bow in the dark, though she never commands, Inventing her orders with my trembling hands. I rattle these chains just to mimic her voice, But the silence reminds me — I never had a choice. [Verse 2] I build little traps, but they snap on my pride, A cardboard dominion where I try to hide. I kneel to her shadow, to the curve she owns, Cursed crumbs from her table are blocking my respawn. [Chorus] I am the dungeon master — though it’s only pretend. A raccoon in rags, awaiting her hand. She reigns without lifting a finger of mercy, And I rot in devotion, braindead victim of hypocrisy. [Bridge] I’d lick her heels clean, if they ever touched down. I’d wear her rejection like a glittering gown. Her smile is my torture, her boredom my chain, I beg her for poison — she gives me disdain. [Final / Coda] So I laugh in the dark, a pathetic song, My mattress is a trash heap, my scepter a thong. She will never descend, she will never take part, Yet I lay out my carcass as her welcome mat. If she ever should step, I’ll flatten into a hide, For a raccoon’s devotion is always denied.

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