Glass Maven

Perfume still on the glass

your relic in my chest I confess,

I built a statue out of cold and calm and breath {crystalline

synth pads building} I kept your aftertaste underneath a veil of clean

put your name on the hit list then locked you in my

dreams My flesh knew your gravity before my rules could speak one

whisper through the velvet and the stone went weak I wore my

savage quietly jaded, dressed in gold switched the fever off in public

kept the embers in my throat But your touch had deeper access

than my limits ever guessed you came back dressed as history with

a bruise beneath the blessed

{sharp trap groove enters} So I wrote it on the altar called

it debt, called it owed I could stand on mountaintops and still

feel you in my bones The fantasies went deeper than the lie

I could confess I could turn myself to marble but the marble

wanted rest {building trance lift}

You are not my religion

but I kneel where memory starts

hands above my head

with a furious heart {peak hook energy} Crucify the wanting then forgive

it in the dark we dance in private theater velvet nights and

hollow sparks No throne,

no crown, no ceremony still you carve me into gold still you

move me like a hymn with the pull I can’t control

{glitchy electronic breakdown} I kept the king in silence left the crown

behind the veil made a saint of my composure so nobody saw

it fail Then your kiss returned like incense not gentle,

not erased a flash of pleasure burning with the ache beneath the

lace I needed you to leave me clean as glass,

cold as proof then your mouth became the threshold and my body

knew the truth There were stones inside devotion there was fever in

the hymn there was red beneath the ritual where the pleasure started

dim {trap groove sharpens} If this is the altar why does it

burn? If this is the icon what did I earn?

If I am the statue why do I breathe?

If I am the relic why can’t I leave?

No saint comes clean no velvet stays pure no kiss this deep

leaves the body sure I feel the transformation old flesh breaking through

I was holding all the embers now the embers answer you I

was defiant at the threshold cold enough to wear the flame then

you touched the hidden marble and it answered to your name {glitch

trance build to climax}

You are not my religion but I know the sacred rite where

a touch becomes a relic and a kiss becomes the light Crucify

the wanting then forgive it when it stays I was strong again

then you made the fever blaze {soaring hook peak} Perfume still on

the glass your relic in my chest I confess,

I built a statue out of cold and calm and breath You

were never mine to hold but you never fully left just the

dark coming back with devotion on its breath {fade with crystalline

echoes}