[🎵 Instrument Selection Gritty electric guitars, deep bassline, pounding drums, distorted synth layers] [🎵 Metric Density of Vocals Verses Average 10 syllables per measure, Pre-Chorus Average 6 syllables per measure, Chorus Average 10 syllables per measure, Bridge Average 12 syllables per measure] --- [Intro] [Gritty electric guitar riff, drums kicking in with a pounding beat, heavy synth distortion creeping in] --- [Verse 1] Late at night, he’s blowing up my phone, Got a craving, and I’m the drug he wants to own. We meet in the dark, where no one can see, Bodies locked tight, fuck the morality. Hot breath on my neck, hands sliding south, Whispers of sin spill out of his mouth. The thrill’s in the sweat, the heat in the grind, No limits tonight; we leave the rules behind. --- [Pre-Chorus] We’re slaves to the fever, lost in the haze, Burning through the night in a wicked daze. --- [Chorus] Fire in our veins, we’re out of control, Losing ourselves as we sell our souls. In the backseat heat, or wherever we please, This hunger’s a bitch that brings us to our knees. Burning up, burning out, we’re chasing the sin, A dangerous game—we keep diving in. --- [Verse 2] He’s got a girl at home, she’ll never find out, We fuck like the world’s ending, leaving no doubt. No promises made, no strings to tie, Just raw, filthy lust underneath the sky. He says my name like a prayer in the dark, Leaves his mark on my body, tearing me apart. I should walk away, but I need the taste, Every stolen second’s too sweet to waste. --- [Pre-Chorus] We’re slaves to the fever, lost in the haze, Burning through the night in a wicked daze. --- [Chorus] Fire in our veins, we’re out of control, Losing ourselves as we sell our souls. In the backseat heat, or wherever we please, This hunger’s a bitch that brings us to our knees. Burning up, burning out, we’re chasing the sin, A dangerous game—we keep diving in. --- [Bridge] He’s my fucking addiction, my sweetest curse, He gives me heaven, then leaves me worse. His touch is a fire, it burns me alive, I’m drowning in this lust, but I can’t survive. I’m a prisoner to his lies, but I can’t escape, Bound to his rhythm, his filthy shape. Every scream, every cry, every broken moan, It’s a twisted game, but I call it home. --- [Chorus] Fire in our veins, we’re out of control, Losing ourselves as we sell our souls. In the backseat heat, or wherever we please, This hunger’s a bitch that brings us to our knees. Burning up, burning out, we’re chasing the sin, A dangerous game—we keep diving in. --- [Outro] [Guitar solo rips through the ending, heavy drum hits fade into distorted synth echoes, creating an eerie finish]

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