Doberman Ritual
root,
transform, clarity
Diary pages stained with pink ink Winter presses against the pane You
said you'd stay but left the door cracked I draw the line
with steady hand (ahhh)
396 holds the ground beneath me
528 rewrites the cells
I stand sovereign in this pink glow
I am the pink that owns the night
Doberman at my heel,
winter at my back No one enters without my say
crown me in clarity (yeah)
Pages turn under frostbitten fingers Protection isn't asked,
it's given I rewrite the script in my own voice
You watch from the threshold
I am the pink that owns the night
Doberman at my heel,
winter at my back No one enters without my say
crown me in clarity (ooh)
963 cuts through the static
I choose who stays inside these walls
Pink sovereign, winter proof
Pink stays