Devour

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - low, gritty baritone over a dark trap beat, slow 808s rolling, breathy spoken-sung ad-libs, faint vinyl crackle]
I walked into the party dressed in borrowed silk,
Cousin’s ring was shining but my chest felt built of guilt.
Then his eyes cut through the noise like a blade across my name,
Jaxon, all control and quiet fire, didn’t even ask for claims.
He said “come here, little star,” voice dipped in smoke and sin,
And every wall I stacked inside started folding in.

[Pre-Chorus - layered harmonies, side-chained bass swells, tension rising]
I told him I don’t kneel for anyone,
He smiled like he already owned the dawn.
Said “good girl, keep pretending you can run,
I’ll still be here when your knees give up the fight.”

[Chorus - explosive full-band drop, distorted soulful male vocals, heavy distorted guitars over trap snares]
He don’t want my body, he wants my fucking soul,
Ties my wrists in silk and still demands I give control.
Calls me his good girl, then spits “you filthy little thing,”
Spanks me till I cry his name and beg for what he brings.
I swore I wouldn’t fall, but now I’m on my knees,
He’s devouring every inch and still unsatisfied with “please.”
Jaxon, Jaxon, I’m already gone—
Addicted to the way you break me till I come undone.

[Verse 2 - half-time groove, aggressive hi-hats, breathy aggressive rap flow, low piano stabs]
Public restaurant, his hand under the tablecloth,
Two fingers deep while I smile and bite my lip raw.
He leans in, whispers, “You’re mine in every room,
Even when you pretend you’ve still got something left to prove.”
Rope around my throat, not tight enough to choke,
Just enough to remind me that my body’s not my own.
He praises how I take it, then degrades me till I shake,
Tells me I was born to break and still come back for more.

[Bridge - stripped piano and vinyl hiss, vulnerable almost-whispered vocals, soft reverb]
I said I wouldn’t fall,
But every time he says “look at me” I lose the war.
He kisses every mark he made,
Then bites the same place just to watch me crave.

[Final Chorus - massive distorted guitars, full band, aggressive passionate male vocals, layered choir harmonies]
He don’t want my body, he wants my fucking soul,
Leaves me bruised and breathless, still begging for control.
Calls me perfect, calls me slut, calls me everything he needs,
I’m on my knees in public while the whole world watches me.
Jaxon, Jaxon, I’m already gone—
You said you’d take it all and now there’s nothing left to run.

[Outro - fading 808s, distant soulful hums, reverb-drenched whispers]
Some men don’t just take your body…
They devour your soul.