The Citrus Ritual

[Intro] [Minimalist rhythmic synth pluck fades in] [Steady 4/4 kick drum enters at low-pass filter] [Verse 1] The tiles are sweating, the steam is thick A copper pipe with a rhythmic tick I’m breaking the skin, I’m breaking the seal There’s no more shame in the way that I feel No napkins needed, no sticky hands Just the fruit and the spray where the water lands [Pre-Chorus] [Filter sweep rising] [Synth layers building] The scent hits the vapor, a neon orange glow I’m letting the nectar and the river flow [Chorus] Oh, it’s a mess but I don’t mind The stickiest joy that I could find Wash it away before it dries Pulp in the steam, a sweet surprise In the white noise of the shower head I’m living the life the citrus led [Verse 2] [Bassline becomes more aggressive] Ripping the segments, the juice hits my chin Down to the drain where the spirals begin Nature is bleeding, a golden flood The zest is coursing through my blood No plate, no table, no rules to keep Just a shallow breath in a world so deep [Build] [Fast snare roll] [Rising saw-tooth lead] [Sidechain compression intensifies] [Drop / Synth Solo] [Complex, rhythmic melodic pluck sequence] [Heavy sub-bass pulses] [Bridge] [Music strips back to just a sub-pulse and atmospheric pads] Golden rinds on the porcelain floor I’ve never felt this pure before The water is hot, the fruit is cold A story of flavor, brave and bold [Chorus] Oh, it’s a mess but I don’t mind The stickiest joy that I could find Wash it away before it dries Pulp in the steam, a sweet surprise In the white noise of the shower head I’m living the life the citrus led [Outro] [Beat drops out] [Fading synth plucks] Just the peel and the steam... So clean... [End]