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Mirror of Lies

Whiskey in Your Apologies 


​Verse 1 
​Three a.m. and the phone line glows.
Didn't need a psychic to tell me who knows.
You got that sound, that shivering plea—
Baby, you don't call for love of me.
You call because the others went home.
You call because you couldn't be alone.
​You never come when the sun is out.
Just here to empty your little drought.

​Pre-Chorus 
​Funny thing about you, darling, is this:
Your whole damn life is a near-miss.
And you bring that failure right to my door,
Asking for something you never paid for.

​Chorus
​Your sorry tastes like whiskey— cheap, warm, and late.
And you're pouring it all over my fate.
Whiskey in your apologies, yeah, that’s your trick.
Dull the pain now... make the healing stick.
But the warmth doesn't last, and the words aren't true.
You just came back 'cause you ran out of booze.

​Verse 2 
​Come on in, baby, I won't lock the chain.
I'm too tired tonight to play the victim game.
Your jacket's damp, your eyes are red.
You just repeat what the last girl said.
You're not here for warmth, you're not here for peace.
You're just here to get your little soul release.
And I'll play the saint, I'll dry your tears.
Just another rerun of the last two years.

​Pre-Chorus 
​(Stimme wird schärfer, durchdringend)
​Save your prayers, and save your damn vow.
The only thing honest about you is right now.
When you need a bed and you need a drink,
That's the only time you let yourself think.

​Chorus
​Your sorry tastes like whiskey— cheap, warm, and late.
And you're pouring it all over my fate.
Whiskey in your apologies, yeah, that’s your trick.
Dull the pain now... make the healing stick.
But the warmth doesn't last, and the words aren't true.
You just came back 'cause you ran out of booze.

​Bridge 
​
​I used to fight you. I used to curse.
But now I just wait... for the moment to get worse.
The silence is loud... when you stop the lies.
Just a man and a woman... both with dead eyes.

​Outro 
​
​Cheap, warm, and late...
Yeah, whiskey in your apologies.
You ran out of booze...
Whiskey in your apologies...

Whiskey in Your Apologies

Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

​Verse 1 
​Midnight hits, you walk in slow.
Got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."
I ain’t blind, I see the twist,
But I love the feeling when I get kissed.
Yeah, you’re good-looking. I give you that.
But you're a trap in a fancy hat.


​Pre-Chorus
​I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
It ain't love, and it ain't right—
It's just the perfect way to ruin the night.

​Chorus 
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.


​Verse 2 
​You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
And I pretend that I don't know the game,
That you don't call every girl the same name.
But darling, I’m worse, I'm already hooked.
A book I know the end of, but still gotta be looked.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​Pre-Chorus
​Don’t apologize, don't play the fool.
You’re only honest when your blood runs cool.
So keep your smooth talk, keep your damn line—
I just want the burn, I want the sign.

​Chorus
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.

​Bridge 
​"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison."

Outro 
​Honey on a razorblade...
Yeah, cuts right through...
...Cuts right through...


Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

MIDNIGHT HITS

Midnight hits...
Midnight hits...
​(Verse 1: The Trap)

You walk in slow, got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."


Your breath is liquor-sweet, I taste it on my face.
Your fingertips are tremblin’ down my spine.
I ain't blind, I see the twist...
But mmh… boy, you crossin’ every line.

​(Pre-Chorus:)

I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
But I ain’t usually this undone...
Yeah, you make me come undone.
It’s just the perfect way to ruin the night.
Ooooh… yesss...

​(Chorus: )

Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
This velvet fever, takin’ me high.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
Grippin’ at your shoulders while you make me cry.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
This velvet fever, dirty and deep.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
Pullin’ at your hair till you lose control of me.

​(Verse 2: )

Floorboards creakin’ like they know our names.
You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
Your neighbors know our sins, but we ain’t got shame.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
My nails are diggin’ circles down your back.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
Look at me like that and I melt into flame.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​(Bridge: )

"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
The sheets are wild, the room’s gone red.
My lipstick everywhere you’ve been.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison... give me all."
​
Honey on a razorblade... (Cuts right through)
Velvet fever... (Got me beggin' for more)
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.
Mmmh...
Cuts right through.

MIDNIGHT HITS

Getting Kissed by You 

Verse 1
Honey-light skin on my midnight breath,
Your mouth finds mine, and the world forgets.
You taste like trouble dressed up as truth —
God, I lose myself getting kissed by you.
Fingers on my jawline, slow as confession,
You rewrite my pulse with every session.
I should pull back… but what would I do?
My body’s already choosing you.

Pre-Chorus
Everything slows when you lean in close,
I feel the heat, I feel the overdose.
Logic is gone — that’s nothing new.
Your lips decide what I fall into.

Chorus
I love the feeling getting kissed by you,
Soft like a warning, deep like a bruise.
You make the night turn a darker blue —
Baby, I come undone kissing you.
I fall, I melt… yeah, it’s true:
I love the feeling getting kissed by you.

Verse 2
You taste like sin wrapped soft in a sigh,
Like I’m safe and ruined at the same damn time.
Your hands trace lines only you can read —
The kind you write when you know I’ll bleed.
Every little whisper, every little move,
Feels like a promise I never outgrew.
If heaven’s real, it’s this kind of view —
Your breath on mine and nothing to prove.

Pre-Chorus
Heat on my neck, heartbeat askew,
I lose my guard every time you do
That thing you do — the pull-me-through.
Baby, I swear, I live for you.

[Bridge:]
Take your time…
Take my breath…
Let the moment stretch me thin.
Pull me close…
Pull me in…
Every kiss feels born again.

Final Chorus
I love the feeling getting kissed by you,
Everything slows, everything turns new.
If this is danger, then let it be true —
I’ve never fallen deeper than I do with you.
I melt, I break, I come unglued…
God, I love the feeling getting kissed by you.




Getting Kissed by You

Love the Feeling Getting Kissed by You

Verse 1
Your mouth hits mine like a slow collision,
Sweet on the surface with a buried intention.
You taste like you know exactly what you do —
Set me on fire getting kissed by you.
Your fingers grip my waist like you own the night,
Pulling me closer than I meant to invite.
I try to breathe, but you steal that too —
One little kiss and I’m déjà-vu.

Pre-Chorus
Damn, you know the switch to flip,
The way you bite before you kiss.
Every rule I made slips straight through —
My body betrays me… right to you.

Chorus
I love the feeling getting kissed by you,
Hot like danger, soft like taboo.
You turn my heartbeat into something rude —
Nothing hits harder than a kiss from you.
I fall, I melt, I lose my cool…
God, I love the feeling getting kissed by you.

Verse 2
You press me back like you’ve planned the scene,
Whisper my name like you’re tasting it clean.
Your hands say stay while your breath says move —
Baby, I break in the shape of you.
One more kiss and I’m past control,
You draw the sin right out of my soul.
I should stop — but you know I won’t.
Not when your lips say don’t you go.

Pre-Chorus
Heat on my neck, low on my spine,
You blur the line between “yours” and “mine.”
Whatever this is, it’s overdue —
I want every part that belongs to you.

[Bridge: Tension rising, layered moans, vocal push]
Take the lead…
Make it slow…
Let me feel exactly what you know.
Pull me under…
Make me choose…
Every kiss burns straight through.

Final Chorus
I love the feeling getting kissed by you,
You make surrender feel brand new.
If this is danger, then take me too —
I’d risk my name for a night with you.
I melt, I break, I come unglued…
Yeah, I love the feeling getting kissed by you.

[Outro: Heavy breaths, fading hum, soft kiss sounds]

Love the Feeling Getting Kissed by You

As I leave...

I wont fall

I'm free

Give yourself to me

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