Slide Me

Your hands like shadows on my waist,

The room just melts where we’re misplaced.

No names, just teeth and static heat—

You’re not a saint, and I’m not sweet.

Slide me into E minor…

Where the dark feels brighter—

Shift. (x4) (panned whispers, echoing)

The bed’s a altar, sheets like chains,

You call it love— I call it pain.

No light, just fingers in the grooves,

We sync to the wrong moves…

"You wanna break the key?

Then turn me till I bleed sound…"

Shift. (x8) (pitch-shifted, warping lower each time)

(Outro: A single synth note decays into vinyl crackle)