+Maxine & Maurice(2045)

@2:23 2:24 that sound, its quick but it hits the spot ** Cello pluck pizzicato melody** *[Melodic and dark vibe Intro]* Maxine and Maurice, born to jest, defy the sky, Fourteen candles lit for their schemes, where mischief's high. Casting vivid riddles, they spun webs both bold and sly, Chasing innocence in shadows, binding truths that lie. *[Rhythmic staccato Verse]* Giggling sly as cunning devils, craft in disguise, Safe from what they spawn, yet lurking, sharp in their eyes. Heed the twist that fate will tighten, sly games reprise, What you plot may catch you, tangled, in your own ties. *[Catchy Hook]* Maxine, Maurice, they never play fair, Maxine, Maurice, a sinister pair, Maxine, Maurice, they laugh and they dare, Maxine, Maurice, no mercy to spare. *[Verse]* Oh, they didn't heed the warnings carved in stone’s embrace, Turned their backs on wisdom’s teachings, tore through holy grace. Silent tricks in midnight’s whispers, not a hint to trace, Laughing low as mischief rippled on each furtive face. -- *[emotional Verse]* Yes— to chaos in their veins, their hearts the stormy night, Chasing thrills in twisted games, no wrong they make right. Toying souls like marionettes, strings wound tight, Stealing ripened fruit from hands, in dawn's dim light. -- *[Bridge]* Sweeter than the solemn psalm, their jests run deep, Smirking at the chapel's calm, while secrets creep. Better their sly games than words the faithful keep, Eyes turned from truth, while lies beneath the surface seep. -- *[Repetitive and catchy Chorus]* Maxine, Maurice, hide and seek, sly in the street, Maxine, Maurice, secrets twist beneath their feet. Maxine, Maurice, giggling sly, nothing sweet, Maxine, Maurice, trouble hums to its beat. -- *[Verse]* They’d lure the children to the woods, with charms and glee, Promise games beneath the oaks, where truth can’t see. Each step twisted fate’s own threads with malice key, Leading innocence astray, where darkness would decree. -- *[Outro]* Oh, what chaos closed its grip, their acts gone wild, Maxine and Maurice, both smirked like a wicked child. Now etched upon the town’s worn tales, forever styled, Are those trickster souls, who destiny beguiled.