A Mother With A Match

Lyrics

[INTRO - Tibetan bowls, 432Hz resonance, 8D didgeridoo-sax swirl]
(Female whisper: I see you...)
Oh, I see you
Playing saint
What a shame
(Choir: What a shame...)
You’re not what you paint

[VERSE 1 - Female breathy lead, intimate and upfront, dry mix]
I wore my grief like a lace black dress
Looked in the mirror and said, “You’re a mess”
Then I fixed my crown, then I fixed my stare
Now I walk in like I own the air

[VERSE 2 - Heavy 808 sub-bass pulse, sluggish groove]
They love a woman when she stays small
Soft little smile, no teeth at all
But I’ve got thunder under my skin
And baby, I’m about to begin
(Vocal chops: About to begin... begin...)

[PRE-CHORUS - Atmospheric synth swell, builds tension]
You can hide behind your light
I know what’s under that grin
Every little secret slips
When the truth comes in
(Ghostly harmony: Truth comes in...)

[CHORUS - Explosive 8D width, soaring choir stacks, heavy 808 drop]
I’m the mother with the match, I’m the laugh in the smoke
I burn your script and I don’t miss a joke
I’m the sweet little storm that you should’ve feared
I bring the truth with a crooked sneer
(Choir: Crooked sneer...)

I’m the prayer and the problem, the bruise and the bloom
I walk in soft, then I empty the room
No more masks, no more crown
I turn the whole pretty lie around

[VERSE 3 - Liquid saxophone solo fragments, raspy delivery]
I got a halo with a crack in it
Got a heart that won’t quit
I know the games, I know the cost
And I know exactly what they lost

[VERSE 4 - Sparse 8D percussion, dark cinematic atmosphere]
If they came for the weak, they came too close
I’m the one that they fear the most
A little grief, a little grace
Then I wipe that smile off the place

[PRE-CHORUS - Swirling 360-degree delay throws]
You can hide behind your light
I know what’s under that grin
Every little secret slips
When the truth comes in

[CHORUS - Maximum intensity, wide layered harmonic stacks]
I’m the mother with the match, I’m the laugh in the smoke
I burn your script and I don’t miss a joke
I’m the sweet little storm that you should’ve feared
I bring the truth with a crooked sneer
(Backing vocals: Make it louder...)

I’m the prayer and the problem, the bruise and the bloom
I walk in soft, then I empty the room
No more masks, no more crown
I turn the whole pretty lie around

[BRIDGE - Melancholic and melodic breakdown, 528Hz Solfeggio layer]
I can cry, I can fight, I can curse, I can bless
I can hold the whole world and still leave a mess
(Vocal Chops: Leave a mess...)
Call me cruel if it helps you sleep
I’m the vow you never meant to keep

[FINAL CHORUS - Deepest sub-bass bloom, soaring 8D choir]
I’m the mother with the match, I’m the laugh in the smoke
I burn your script and I don’t miss a joke
I’m the sweet little storm that you should’ve feared
I bring the truth with a crooked sneer
(Choir: Truth... truth...)

I’m the prayer and the problem, the bruise and the bloom
I walk in soft, then I empty the room
No more masks, no more crown
I turn the whole pretty lie around

[OUTRO - Vibrating resonant fade, didgeridoo-sax hum, VHS hiss]
Oh, I see you
Playing saint
What a shame
(Choir: What a shame...)
You’re not what you paint
END - Abrupt tracking cut