B Side - Cut the Leash❤️
Female singer [Modern Mainstage Progressive House/Pop-EDM: 124 BPM, F# Minor] [Driving 4otf kick, punchy clap/snare, crisp hats] [Warm lush pads, smooth rounded bass] [BRIGHT PLUCKY HOOKY LEAD SYNTH RIFF - repetitive, syncopated, melancholic-catchy] [Female vocals: intimate breathy verses -> powerful emotive choruses w/dotted 8th delay] [Nostalgic longing theme] [Polished spacious prod, heavy sidechain pumping] [Structure: Atmos intro -> Minimal verse -> Tension pre-chorus -> Euphoric chorus (full beat/lead riff/big vox) -> Post-chorus (riff focus)] [Clean mix: vocals/lead riff/groove] [Subtle vinyl texture]`
B Side - Cut the Leash❤️
Female singer [Modern Mainstage Progressive House/Pop-EDM: 124 BPM, F# Minor] [Driving 4otf kick, punchy clap/snare, crisp hats] [Warm lush pads, smooth rounded bass] [BRIGHT PLUCKY HOOKY LEAD SYNTH RIFF - repetitive, syncopated, melancholic-catchy] [Female vocals: intimate breathy verses -> powerful emotive choruses w/dotted 8th delay] [Nostalgic longing theme] [Polished spacious prod, heavy sidechain pumping] [Structure: Atmos intro -> Minimal verse -> Tension pre-chorus -> Euphoric chorus (full beat/lead riff/big vox) -> Post-chorus (riff focus)] [Clean mix: vocals/lead riff/groove] [Subtle vinyl texture]`
Lyrics
Vocal Chops
Flesh static, slip into it
Your hands trace quivers down my spine
We unfasten the sentence, and the seal breaks open
Tongues dissolve clocks—it's not time, it's pulse
You press, I answer
We blur through syllables
Night in my mouth, honey in yours
Cut the leash, make me bloom
On your skin, I turn to script
No page—just heat, and the shape of breath
I'm written again in the dark where we begin
You move down, I unravel
Each thought becomes body, each body becomes noise
I catch the moon in my throat—full, burning, not asking
You press, I answer
We blur through syllables
Night in my mouth, honey in yours
Cut the leash, make me bloom
On your skin, I turn to script
No page—just heat, and the shape of breath
I'm written again in the dark where we begin
You press I answer
Word countries, shifting borders
You made me, unmade
I take you deep into my sea
Cut the leash, make me bloom
On your skin, I turn to script
No page—just heat, and the shape of breath
I'm written again in the dark where we begin
No pen, no paper—just the poem you make of me