[Intro] [Whisper, pitched layers] “taste the green light…” --- [Verse 1] Your halo’s humming neon green, you laugh like gasoline. You say I’m safe between your teeth— I taste the in-between. Midnight’s keeping quiet score, I keep coming back for more; you write your name in static on my rusted bedroom door. --- [Pre 1] Close—like a rumor in my lungs, I wear your thunder on my tongue. If falling is a language, say it slow— teach me every no. --- [Chorus 1 → Drop] Neon hemlock on your lips, kiss me slow and let me slip. Silver promises that sting— I wear your venom like a ring. If it’s wrong, then make it right, pour your poison in the light. Say you love me / make me numb— [Hold "numb" Into drop] --- [Drop 1] [Vocal chops over twisted motif] “lo—ve me— make— me— numb—” [“numb” stuttered into 1/16 rolls, pitch shifts ±3st] --- [Post 1] Tell me where the daylight went; I keep your shadow as my rent. --- [Verse 2] You crown me with a glowstick thorn, a paper monarch torn. You tune my pulse to minor keys— a choir made of warnings. We dance on razors in the rain, you autograph my pain; but when your hands are hurricanes, I beg you: blow again. --- [Pre 2] Close—like a rumor in my lungs, I wear your thunder on my tongue. If falling is a language, say it slow— teach me every no. [bigger ad-libs, octave-up doubles] --- [Chorus 2 → Drop] Neon hemlock on your lips, kiss me slow and let me slip. Silver promises that sting— I wear your venom like a ring. If it’s wrong, then make it right, pour your poison in the light. Say you love me / make me numb— [Hold "numb" Into drop again] --- [Drop 2 – 2:54–3:09] [Motif returns, octave-up harmony, choir pad under] “love me— make— me— numb—” --- [Bridge / False Drop – 3:09–3:29] [Spoken, intimate whisper] “If mercy had a color, it would look like this—” [Sung, floating] I bloom where all the warnings live, black honey, let me drink and give. [Spoken] “Count to ten.” [Sung, tense build] I never learned to quit the night— come overdose me with your light. --- [Final Chorus - Drop] Neon hemlock, make me brave, I’m addicted to the way you say “forever” like a blade— sing my name and misbehave. [Overlaid with Drop motif + chopped ad-libs] “love me— make— me— numb—” --- [Outro] [Whisper, fading into hiss] “taste the green light…”

Neon Hemlock