Your Angel🤍

Dark Pop, Dense, heavily processed production, layers of distortion and sonic manipulation, Alternative rock foundations infused with electronic and industrial textures, Innovative use of sampling, loops, and programming alongside live instruments, Gritty guitar tones contrasted with sleek electronic elements, Dynamic shifts between noisy, chaotic sections and polished pop moments, Dark, minor-key progressions with occasional dissonant elements, Hooky, accessible choruses contrasted with edgy, aggressive verses, Blend of grunge, trip-hop, and pop sensibilities in melodic structure, Bass-driven arrangements often carrying the melodic foundation, Unexpected chord changes creating emotional tension and release, Sultry, confident female vocals with attitude-driven delivery, Intimate, whispered verses contrasted with powerful choruses, Strategic use of spoken word sections for dramatic effect, Vocal processing with subtle distortion, Emotional range from seductive to confrontational, קליט

V4.5

My sweat soaks everything, memory
You started off like the rest
but something in your grip
in the way you bit instead of kissed
I didn’t flinch after a while
I opened for it like a ritual

(ritual… ritual…)

I didn’t need tenderness
I'm your angel with bite marks
no not some hand to hold
but a hand that could break me

(break me… shape me…)

It’s not a tragedy I was never a mother
that was never the wound
There was already something wrong inside me
and you, with your exquisite cruelty
I had a pain inside me
and I needed you to cut me deeper.

(deeper, deeper…)

I tried to replace you
like it was just something physical
but their will was too weak
and I missed your hands and teeth
the tension you left in the air
even when the room was left spotless

spotless…
bite 
bite

I didn’t need tenderness
I'm your angel with bite marks
no not some hand to hold
but a hand that could break me

(break me… shape me…)

(deeper, deeper…)

Black roses in a tall vase
oh roses the color of secrets
The ceiling—dark, a dull merlot
The sun, just a haze behind blinds
outlined my body like a question
one you never answered directly

(question… never answered…)

I didn’t need tenderness
I'm your angel with bite marks
no not some hand to hold
but a hand that could break me

(break me… shape me…)

(deeper, deeper…)

You said I only loved the surface
but I stripped it bare for you
Dark petals, cold wine, silence
I didn’t want safe
I wanted to be dissolved
then left so numb

(numbing… un-becoming…)

The fan spins heat through this room
and my body remembers you
but I’m past needing it
and that, somehow
hurts worse
than your hands ever did

It hurts worse… than love… 
than love… 
and these Vampire bites

These bites...

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My sweat soaks everything, memory You started off like the rest but something in your grip in the way you bit instead of kissed I didn’t flinch after a while I opened for it like a ritual (ritual… ritual…) I didn’t need tenderness I'm your angel with bite marks no not some hand to hold but a hand that could break me (break me… shape me…) It’s not a tragedy I was never a mother that was never the wound There was already something wrong inside me and you, with your exquisite cruelty I had a pain inside me and I needed you to cut me deeper. (deeper, deeper…) I tried to replace you like it was just something physical but their will was too weak and I missed your hands and teeth the tension you left in the air even when the room was left spotless spotless… bite bite I didn’t need tenderness I'm your angel with bite marks no not some hand to hold but a hand that could break me (break me… shape me…) It’s not a tragedy I was never a mother that was never the wound There was already something wrong inside me and you, with your exquisite cruelty I had a pain inside me and I needed you to cut me deeper. (deeper, deeper…) Black roses in a tall vase oh roses the color of secrets The ceiling—dark, a dull merlot The sun, just a haze behind blinds outlined my body like a question one you never answered directly (question… never answered…) I didn’t need tenderness I'm your angel with bite marks no not some hand to hold but a hand that could break me (break me… shape me…) It’s not a tragedy I was never a mother that was never the wound There was already something wrong inside me and you, with your exquisite cruelty I had a pain inside me and I needed you to cut me deeper. (deeper, deeper…) You said I only loved the surface but I stripped it bare for you Dark petals, cold wine, silence I didn’t want safe I wanted to be dissolved then left so numb (numbing… un-becoming…) The fan spins heat through this room and my body remembers you but I’m past needing it and that, somehow hurts worse than your hands ever did It hurts worse… than love… than love… and these Vampire bites These bites...

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