Midnite Frequency - The Gilded Sting

'The Gilded Sting' layers intimate, whispered vocals over a foundation of rhythmic tension and crushing wall-of-sound choruses. This is the sound of a slow-motion crash, turning every memory into a mountain of ash.
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I see you pouring sugar in a stranger’s cup,
Watching the bubbles as they’re rising up,
The air in the room is a bitter shade of red,
Tangled in the wires of the things you never said,
I’m biting on the glass just to feel the sting,
While you’re dancing in the shadow of a brand new thing.

[Chorus]
And I’m choking on the fever of the way you move,
With nothing left to gain and everything to prove,
It’s a gilded sting, a slow-motion crash,
Turning every memory into a mountain of ash,

Does she taste like me?
Does she set you free?

The mirror is a weapon that I’m learning to hold,
Watching as the story starts to turn into mold,
I’m tracing the architecture of your new regret,
A hollow kind of hunger that hasn't started yet,
No more soft reflections, just the jagged edge,
Standing on the corner of a crumbling ledge.

[Chorus]
And I’m choking on the fever of the way you move,
With nothing left to gain and everything to prove,
It’s a gilded sting, a slow-motion crash,
Turning every memory into a mountain of ash.

I’m not jealous...
I’m just hollow...
A bitter pill...
For you to swallow...

The gilded sting...
Wash it all away...

The gilded sting...
Wash it all away...

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