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