[Intro] [Cold synth pulse, slow club beat] [Éléonore - low spoken] No one here is pure. Not the mouth. Not the prayer. Not the hunger. [Lexi - warm rasp] So let’s stop pretending. [Verse 1 - Ji-Yeon: thin innocent whispers] I know I look too soft for this, too bright to dream of teeth, like sweetness should stay innocent and never look beneath. But sometimes I imagine lips parting wide enough for me, a greedy mouth, a living door, a place where I can be. I want the little terror when the tongue begins to choose, the happy helpless heartbeat when there’s nothing left to lose. If that makes me strange, then strange can still be sweet, if I am a monster, I want to be complete. [Verse 2 - Éléonore: very deep lyrical spoken lead] I would not hurry such a gift; desire should be read, like wine across the waiting tongue, like blush beneath the red. A body sliding through my mouth deserves a patient art, each spasm in my narrowing throat a signature of heart. I hear the belly ask for more, but manners hold the line, because the finest appetite knows how to age the wine. I savor the pause, the flavor, the fall, a meal without reverence is no feast at all. [Pre-Chorus - Zahra] If this is sin, then sin is honest. If this is filth, then filth can sing. No living want was ever spotless. No sacred pulse was ever clean. [Chorus - All] I’m a monster girl in a monster world, and I will not kneel to look divine. You hide your teeth behind your pearls, at least I know the hunger’s mine. I’m a monster girl in a monster world, you feed, you take, you bruise, you bind. Call me impure, call me unfurled, but I name the monster before I dine. [Verse 3 - Thadiwe: broken low growls] I like the chase before the taking, the breath that breaks and runs, the muscle’s truth, the panic’s rhythm, the body speaking drums. I like control when it is chosen, fear that knows the game, the way a willing pulse goes wild when I step close and say its name. I do not hunt to make you nothing; I hunt to make you know that every gentle creature has a darker place to go. Run if you need to, I like the running, I like the second you know I’m coming. [Verse 4 - Lexi: warm sensual rasp] Mine is the door they call improper, the crooked route, the lower hymn, where lovers blush and learn how deep a wrong-way heaven pulls them in. I like them tucked behind my body, moving warm through secret air, my entrails talking in the dark while I pretend I do not care. Call it taboo, call it obscene, call it sin dressed up in skin, I call it close enough to truth to finally let someone in. You judge the path because you fear the view, but I know what I take, and I know who. [Chorus - All] I’m a monster girl in a monster world, and I will not kneel to look divine. You hide your teeth behind your pearls, at least I know the hunger’s mine. I’m a monster girl in a monster world, you feed, you take, you bruise, you bind. Call me impure, call me unfurled, but I name the monster before I dine. [Break] [Beat drops to bass and breath] [Ji-Yeon] Maybe your monster wears a halo. [Éléonore] Maybe yours speaks law. [Lexi] Maybe yours smiles cleanly. [Thadiwe] Maybe yours still claws. [Zahra] Mine will not pretend. [Verse 5 - Zahra: soft sacred lyricism] I see the sacred in returning, through pulse and inner night, to take someone into my center and hold them out of sight. But do not make me distant, harmless, polished, pale, or mild, my body is no empty chapel, my pleasure is not childlike. In my womb, they would be wanted, cherished past the human line, desired before their second breath, remade through flesh and spine. I can be holy, I can be wanting, I can be mercy and still be shaking. [Bridge - All, layered] [Ji-Yeon] I want the mouth. [Éléonore] I want the flavor. [Thadiwe] I want the chase. [Lexi] I want the lower path. [Zahra] I want the return. [All] And none of us are pure. Neither are you. [Final Chorus - All] I’m a monster girl in a monster world, and I will not kneel to look divine. You hide your teeth behind your pearls, at least I know the hunger’s mine. I’m a monster girl in a monster world, you feed, you take, you bruise, you bind. Call me impure, call me unfurled, but I name the monster before I dine. [Outro] [Éléonore - low] Confession is not cleansing. [Lexi - soft rasp] It is honesty with lipstick on its teeth. [All - fading] No pure mouths. No clean hands. Only hunger that understands.
