Netflix and Kill

[Short instrumental intro – old VHS hiss, static hum, slow heartbeat bassline. A match strikes. A TV clicks on.] (Spoken) “Don’t worry, love… it’s just a show.” --- [Verse 1] Dim light, slow bleed, curtain drawn, You hum the theme — the bodies are gone, Popcorn salt, a bottle of red, We’re just pretending they’re not dead. Leather couch, a graveyard grin, Every sin looks soft in skin, The actors scream, the credits roll, We kiss beneath the bullet hole. --- [Chorus] Netflix and Kill! (Ah!) Put on something that feels too real! Netflix and Kill! (Ah!) Cuddle close while the corpses reel! You hold my hand, I lose my breath, We make love in the mouth of death. --- [Verse 2] Blood blooms bright on the 4K glow, We call it art — we call it “show,” You laugh when the axe comes down, I swear I hear angels drown. Every frame’s a holy psalm, Violence sold with perfect calm, We binge the pain, forget the rest, And call that mercy, call it blessed. --- [Chorus] Netflix and Kill! (Ah!) Turn it up, babe, let it spill! Netflix and Kill! (Ah!) The screen’s our cross, the heart’s our thrill! You touch my face, I lose the plot, You say “don’t stop” — I say “I forgot.” --- [Bridge – spoken, slow and intimate, over a low drone of strings and pulse] They used to hide in woods and cellars. Now they hide in color correction. Every killer’s got a fan club now. Every lover wants the death scene kiss. Play me something cruel and true, A love song soaked in crimson hue, I want to feel what feeling costs, I want to die before I’m lost. --- [Final Chorus – full band, echoing, cinematic swell] Netflix and Kill! (Ah!) Ain’t no mercy, just the reel! Netflix and Kill! (Ah!) A paradise we can’t conceal! You hold me close, the credits crawl, We learned to love the fall. --- [Outro – quiet, tape crackle, heartbeat fades] (Whispered) You ask if it’s over… but it just auto-plays.