"Shadow in the mirror with her tongue like a blade, Silhouette dripping sweat, sinner’s bargain we made. Taste written in fire on the parchment of skin, Every prayer that I mutter just gets twisted in sin." Venom in the kiss, apocalypse in the thighs, Her body a battlefield, Armageddon in her eyes. I’m a martyr for the moment, crucified in the sheets, Every thrust is confession, every bite is a beast. Ink bleeding on my tongue, I’m scripting lust as a prayer, Desire wearing halos, but she pulls by the hair. I’m pacing the inferno and I wanna get ash, But I know she’s a riptide that'll drag me and smash. Caught in the hunger where the saints turn ghost, I’m drowning in a temple but I love it the most. Lust don’t sleep, it just breathes in the night, Claws in my chest when the candles ignite. Whisper “come closer,” I obey, I obey, Every saint in my head getting dragged to decay. She’s the sermon and the sermon’s a sin, Gospel on her curves where the devil begins. I’m a fortune in flames, jackpot for the cursed, Every move that she makes pulls me deeper in thirst. It’s a chess match, I’m the pawn and the king, But her rook slides in shadows, checkmate for my skin. I can’t govern the hunger, can’t rewrite the page, I’m a prophet in her temple screaming lust on the stage. Nails drag scripture down the spine of my faith, I’m a pilgrim in her labyrinth, can’t find an escape. Lust don’t sleep, it just breathes in the night, Claws in my chest when the candles ignite. Whisper “come closer,” I obey, I obey, Every saint in my head getting dragged to decay. Her voice is venom, dripping syllables slick, Whispers wrap the ribcage, poison pulses quick. I’m chained by the craving, shackled in the dark, Desire’s ink burns permanent, tattooed on the heart. Now it’s blood in the covenant, sweat in the hymn, Every kiss is apocalypse painted under the skin. She’s the architect of hunger, I’m the brick and the blade, I collapse in her ruin, this cathedral she made. Lust is a tyrant and I fight but I bend, She’s the climax eternal with no exit, no end. So I spit this scripture with the venom intact, Every rhyme is a scar down the spine of the track. Demons in the choir sing my name in decay, I’m addicted to the echo and I can’t turn away. Lust don’t sleep, it just breathes in the night, Claws in my chest when the candles ignite. Whisper “come closer,” I obey, I obey, Every saint in my head getting dragged to decay. "Smoke curls holy as it poisons my veins, I’m a ghost in a sermon carved deep with her name. No release, no retreat, just a shadow I chase, Lust is eternal—it rewrites every faith."
