(low chuckle)
(breath in) “shhh… listen…”

I slither in the silhouette, hush in the venom breath (mhmm…)
midnight on my tongue tip, drippin’ with a sinner's step (step in).
I ain’t your pretty prophecy, baby, I’m the threat you met (facts),
the glitch you kept ignoring till your heartbeat broke the internet (—breakin’… breakin’…).

Crawl through your conscience, claws in the logic (right there),
sweet like sugar but the core’s catastrophic (sweet… sweeter than it should be).
I’m the lullaby laced with the curse that you wanted (don’t tempt me),
the witch with the switch in the room that you haunted (hehe…).

Say you like danger? Well baby I’m major (say less),
the flavor of chaos in smokin' hot layers (mmm, that part).
A halo of havoc, a crown that misbehaves (watch this),
I’m the sermon in the shadows, preachin’ fire through your veins (burn it up).

I’m quantumythical, scientifical (uh-huh),
my vibe breaks cycles and melts the physical (—melting… melting…).
I’m the paradox pounding in the pulse you hide (closer…),
the storm in your chest and the calm on the side (too late…).

I walk like a warning, talk like a warning (warning… warning…),
dress like a warning you still keep adoring (mmhm, I know).
Devil in the gloss with a rose-petal shine (look at me),
I’m the bruise you love choosing every time you cross a line (bite down).

I ain’t askin' forgiveness, I’m cashing collisions (tell ’em),
your fear tastes sweet in my tongue-tip decisions (delicious…).
Bend you like physics when I step to the mic (run it),
collapse your whole soul like a waveform strike (—fallin’… fallin’…).

Let me drag you through the labyrinth you locked me in (don’t look away),
where the whispers get wicked and the walls cave in (careful…).
Where the dust tastes bitter and the truth’s too thin (mm… too real),
and the voice in your head says “here we go again” (again… again…).

Your shadows curl up when they hear me hum (you hear that?),
I’m the beat that bites back, watch the demons come (pressure!).
I’m the rhythm in the riot you pretend you outran (don’t run now),
I’m the parts of yourself that you still don’t understand (look inside…).

Baby I’m feral, not fragile — don’t tame me (touch me not).
If love was a weapon, you still couldn’t aim me (facts).
You wanted redemption, but chaos forgave me (still here),
now I’m the queen of the cracks where your secrets enslave me (she’s comin’…).

Spin in my orbit or fall where you stand (fall back…);
I’m the kind of gravity that don’t need a plan (right there).
The night ain’t scary — it’s just where I am (mmhm),
and the dark gets sweeter when it tastes like sin (sweet venom).

Toxic? Maybe. Honest? Fully (too real).
My heart’s half-honey, the rest unruly (hehe…).
Kiss my chaos, it hits like a movie (go ’head),
you’ll crave every scene even when it turns gloomy (yahh…).

I roar like thunder in a wine-stained dress (hit ’em),
a mismatch masterpiece, a holy mess (mmm).
Soft when I want, sharp when I press (don’t flinch),
I’m the lullaby that scars while it helps you rest (sin… sin…).

You like my storm? Better buckle that spine (run it).
I strike without warning, I rewrite the line (warning… warning…).
I crack through your fears, rearrange your design (break it),
a pulse in the dark sayin’ “you’re still mine” (mine… mine…).

I’m the villain that heals, the angel that steals (dual… dual…),
the truth in the wound that the silence reveals (scars talk).
I’m the hunger that hums when the moonlight peels (open your eyes…),
a beast in the beat with a heart that feels (heart heavy).

And you?
You’re the echo I chased through a wreckage of lies (echo… echo…),
the flicker of faith in a battlefield sigh (mmm-hmm).
The ghost in the hallway that still walks by (don’t look…),
the reason my fire don’t ever die (still burnin’).

But I rise through the ash with a venomous grin (burn it up),
reborn from the scars that lived under my skin (still here).
I don’t lose — I molt. I don’t break — I spin (spin it…).
Turn pain into rhythm and shadows into kin (chaos… chaos…).

So listen real close when my soul unloads (shhh…):
I’m the queen of the crossroad, the curse in the code (curse code…).
I’m the drumline doom with a molten glow (glowin’),
the wicked that whispers, “you already know” (too late…).

I ain’t your savior — I’m your mirror gone wild (wild… wild…),
your darkest confession dressed up like a child (hehe).
I’m the truth you avoid when your heartbeat’s riled (breathin’… breathin’…),
the story you fear but the verse is styled (styled…).

So bow to the beat, let the rhythm reclaim (rise… rise…),
every ounce of the shame that you tried to contain (can’t hide…).
I’m the smoke in your lungs, the spark in your brain (hit deep),
the pleasure in pain you can’t ever explain (mmm…).

Quantumythical, scientifical (uh-huh),
I’m the riddle that ruins the typical (not typical…).
A curse that croons, a saint that sins (sins… sins…),
I’m the locked-jaw grin where your nightmare begins (darknessss…).

And still —
you follow