© Steini Midnight • AI-Hybrid-Production Guitar & Text by Steini Midnight [Intro – gated chant, breath, cold room tone] (A-ve— v-ve— mm—) Count the breath. Lock the door. Grid secure. [Verse 1 – ultra-technical rap, double-time, mechanical] Lights cut low like a blade on silk, Heartbeat measured in chrome and guilt. Monolithic structure, no room to bleed, I suppress the impulse, I starve the greed. Cash folds tight but the eyes undress, A mathematical ritual, no room for less. No chaos here, it’s choreographed, Every glance hits right on the half. F minor hum in the spine of the stone, Ascetic mind on a silicon throne. No-touch rule makes the pressure immense, Sanctified hunger, cold and defense. [Pre-Chorus – drop space, chant slices gated] (Kh— Kh—) Kneel to the rhythm. (Ts— Ts—) Don’t speak desire. [Chorus – halftime, mantra-like, restrained but erotic] Slow. Slow. Ritual of skin. Don’t touch. Let the hunger win. Breathe in sync. Let it sink. Eyes say yes. Mouth don’t blink. Slow. Slow. Liturgy of sin. Discipline wrapped in a iron skin. Hold the heat. Don’t let it spill. This room obeys pure, sterile will. [Verse 2 – faster, sharper, mechanical precision] Heels bite wood like a piston stroke, Spine rolls back through the incense smoke. She moves like a program, calculated, clean, An elegant ghost in a cold machine. Thighs lock rhythm with the sub-bass drone, Flesh turned marble, skin turned bone. She turns slow, checks my control, Breaching the temple, bypassing the soul. No name said. No covenant made. Just binary codes in the flickering shade. I stay cold. I stay clean. A monk in the dark of a neon screen. [Break – beatbox + industrial hits, stop-start] (tk—k—ts—[Chant slice]—pff) Hold. Hold. Purge. [Chorus – halftime, deeper, wider] Slow, slow — ritual of skin Control shaking under discipline If you break, you break within This room feeds on restraint and skin [Bridge – spoken, chant ghosted underneath, catching breath] No saints No shame Just steel. In chains. (A-ve— v-ve—) [Guitar Solo – The Internal Collapse] [Emotional, weeping guitar solo, screaming Gibson Les Paul, long tragic sustain, cutting through the cold digital room, no chords underneath, just the biting tone] [Final Chorus – full precision, relentless] Slow, slow — ritual of skin Monk’s vow drowning in sin When the night learns how to feel This is controlled. This is real. [Outro-Cut– The Crack in the Armor] [emotional crying Gibson Les Paul, single weeping note, tragic sustain that rings out and gets suddenly gated/cut off] [Outro – hard stop, breath audible] Breathe out. Stay still. [Bridge – spoken, chant ghosted underneath, catching breath] No saints No shame Just steel. In chains. [Bridge – spoken, chant ghosted underneath, catching breath] No saints No shame Just steel. In chains. (Kh— Kh—) Kneel to the rhythm. (Ts— Ts—) Don’t speak desire. [Chorus – halftime, mantra-like, restrained but erotic] Slow. Slow. Ritual of skin. Don’t touch. Let the hunger win. Breathe in sync. Let it sink. Eyes say yes. Mouth don’t blink. Slow. Slow. Liturgy of sin. Discipline wrapped in a iron skin. Hold the heat. Don’t let it spill. This room obeys pure, sterile will. [Verse 2 – faster, sharper, mechanical precision] Heels bite wood like a piston stroke, Spine rolls back through the incense smoke. She moves like a program, calculated, clean, An elegant ghost in a cold machine. Thighs lock rhythm with the sub-bass drone, Flesh turned marble, skin turned bone. She turns slow, checks my control, Breaching the temple, bypassing the soul. No name said. No covenant made. Just binary codes in the flickering shade. I stay cold. I stay clean. A monk in the dark of a neon screen. [Break – beatbox + industrial hits, stop-start] (tk—k—ts—[Chant slice]—pff) Hold. Hold. Purge. [Chorus – halftime, deeper, wider] Slow, slow — ritual of skin Control shaking under discipline If you break, you break within This room feeds on restraint and skin [Bridge – spoken, chant ghosted underneath, catching breath] No saints No shame Just steel. In chains. (A-ve— v-ve—) [Guitar Solo – The Internal Collapse] [Emotional, weeping guitar solo, screaming Gibson Les Paul, long tragic sustain, cutting through the cold digital room, no chords underneath, just the biting tone] [Final Chorus – full precision, relentless] Slow, slow — ritual of skin Monk’s vow drowning in sin When the night learns how to feel This is controlled. This is real. [Outro-Cut– The Crack in the Armor] [emotional crying Gibson Les Paul, single weeping note, tragic sustain that rings out and gets suddenly gated/cut off] [Outro – hard stop, breath audible] Breathe out. Stay still.
