the beach

Nightcrawl short v.

Sweet Southern Heat

[Verse 1]
I say you like a prayer—
slow Georgia drawl
words dipped in molasses
and gasoline

Your breath humid
dripping with bad decisions
making my thoughts
climb the register

The sun clings to your back
like sin on Sunday
your skin salt-kissed
tattooed in sweat and passion
I watch your hips shift—
black leather tigh
just waiting to be undone

[Pre-Chorus]
Between the church bells,
and cracked-lipped hallelujahs
you strike a match against the South’s slow burn—
and I let it take me whole

[Chorus]
Sweet southern heat
you’re a fever I can’t leave
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering
burning where the dark runs deep
Sweet southern heat
God won’t follow where we meet
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep

[Verse 2]
Tires hiss on the road,
radio low,
your hand on my pocket,
I forget this heat will pass.
If we don’t fade out,
we can smoulder—
stretch dusk until it sweats,
make the night peel back its skin.

[Pre-Chorus]
Two ghosts wrapped in smoke,
and honeydew.
The dark’s too soft to hold us down—
we’ll burn until we’re new.

[Chorus]
Sweet southern heat,
you’re a fever I can’t leave.
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering,
burning where the dark runs deep.
Sweet southern heat,
God won’t follow where we meet.
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep.

[Bridge – whispered / layered harmonies]
Strike a match,
hear the slow burn,
let the Sunday sins
have their turn.
No one watching,
just you and me,
lost in southern heat.

[Final Chorus]
Sweet southern heat,
you’re a fever I can’t leave.
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering,
burning where the dark runs deep.
Sweet southern heat,
God won’t follow where we meet.
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep.

Sweet Southern Heat

To Work and to War by The Prismatics is a powerful, anthemic ballad that explores the dual burdens of labor and conflict that shape the human spirit. With its driving rhythm and lyrical grit, the song reflects the lives of men caught between the grind of daily toil and the call of battle — a cycle of sacrifice, endurance, and resilience.

The verses paint stark images of factories, fields, and battlefronts, where sweat, struggle, and silence forge both despair and hope. The chorus swells with a martial cadence, echoing the sound of fifes and drums, embodying the march of generations bound to labor and sacrifice. Yet beneath the weight of struggle lies a yearning for freedom, redemption, and a dream beyond the plow and the battlefield.

Blending raw storytelling with soaring refrains, To Work and to War is at once haunting and inspiring. It’s a song for dreamers and fighters alike — an ode to endurance, solidarity, and the relentless pursuit of meaning in the face of hardship.

To Work And To War

To Work and to War

Капли дождя, как стеклянные нити,
Мир разрывает, мой разум разбитый.
В зеркале тени, я снова не я,
Тёмные грёзы тянут меня.

Вздохи на коже, всё ближе, всё ниже,
В этом хаосе найти бы тишину.

Тёмные грёзы, ночь без конца,
В танце без света горят два лица.
Свет погас, где же я, где ты?
В лабиринте теряем мечты.

Шаг за шагом, но круги на воде,
Руки в цепях, будто пленник в беде.
Свет фонарей, он пылает вдали,
Но шаг в ту сторону — и нет пути.

Шёпот твой, он кричит в моём сердце,
Сквозь туман, я иду, чтобы согреться.

Тёмные грёзы, ночь без конца,
В танце без света горят два лица.
Свет погас, где же я, где ты?
В лабиринте теряем мечты.

text/music: Daimalra © 2025

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