Tones of the damned

Spoken Intro – low, almost growled]

Yeah…

They said we were cursed from the start…

Guess I like the way hell sounds when you breathe my name.

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Midnight pulse in your throat

I can feel it when you lie

Hands cold but your lips still warm

Like you’re begging me to try

We don’t pray, we don’t run

We don’t talk about the cost

You say heaven feels too clean

You’d rather get lost

In my shadow

In my sin

In the chaos under skin

They call it danger

We call it home

Two black hearts in a broken tone

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You said, “Baby, we’re doomed.”

I said, “I like the sound.”

If loving you’s a curse

Then let it drag me down

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This is the tone of the damned

Feel it shake in your chest

Heartbeat like a war drum

No peace, no rest

We don’t need saving hands

We don’t need light to stand

When the world calls us lost

We just tighten our hands

This is the tone…

The tone of the damned.

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You bite like a secret

Kiss like a threat

Say you’ll ruin me slowly

Haven’t done it yet

Your nails leave scripture

Down my spine

Every scar’s a promise

You’re still mine

No halos in this bed

No angels watching us

Just sweat, skin, and a

Low bass rush

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(whispered close to the mic)

bésame lento…

aunque estemos malditos…

tu voz es mi infierno

pero contigo me quedo…

si el mundo nos quema

que arda sin miedo…

soy tu pecado favorito…

dímelo… despacio…

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This is the tone of the damned

We don’t bow, we command

If love is a fire

Then we strike the match by hand

Let the saints turn away

Let the choir disband

We’ll be dancing in the dark

To the tone of the damned.