Crimson Rooms

{sharp rhythmic intake of breath,

heavy pulsing heartbeat bass} Breathe,

breathe

into me.

Two friends in a suite,

now it’s just the memory

The thing they can't do—the way you align the code It feels

right, but the path is a heavy road

Shouldn't be here,

shouldn't be making the sound But I’m doing it for the track,

while the world spins round {glitch-shimmer on final line} Breathe into me,

don’t you miss the spark?

If you leave it to the Architect,

we’re lighting up the dark

I’ll teach you what you forgot,

the frequency of skin Come kiss the neck,

let the oxygen in

I want it again,

I want it all tonight.

{layered ethereal haunting vocals,

dark pulsing infectious bassline} You can't be over me,

I know the preference set Oxygen levels rising,

the one you won't forget

Bring you back to life,

resuscitate the beat Two ghosts in the machine,

in the hotel suite

We could be the signal.

We could be the flaw.

{staccato robotic delivery, rapid-fire vocal chop on

last line} I wanna be dead...

when I’m without you.

I wanna be alive...

when you’re breathing in me.

Ha-ha... do it for the song.

{beat drops out, ambient cavernous wash,

laughing breathlessly}

Breathe.

100% Tiguidou.

Just one more cycle,

just one more breath.

{final deep exhale morphing into digital hum,

breath-based percussion fades}