Touch Me Like That

[Verse 1] Boy, you know you got me twisted, Skin on fire when we’re in it. You talk tough but you listen, When I say, “come fix this, fix this.” Lips drippin’ like honey on the glass, Hands on my waist, keepin’ me in the past. I don’t need love, I need that crash, Pull up on me fast, hit the gas.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me cravin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.
[Verse 2] Got that heat in your eyes, undress me,
Like a match on my skin, come press me.
Run your hands where the heat gon’ rise,
Boy, I ride what I fantasise.
Take my pride, take my breath, Push me right up to the edge. If it’s dangerous, I’ll bet— You the best bad habit I’ve met.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me screamin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.

[Outro] Yeah, uh— Bend it over, make it rain in the drought, He a big dog, gotta chain in his mouth. Mouth on me, now he talk with a slur, Every word just a purr, “yes sir, yes sir.” I don’t do free rides, better gas that tank, If you want this view, gotta break that bank. Drip game cold, yeah, ice on my thigh, Make a grown man beg, “lemme stay one more night.” I’m the flame in the dark, boy, watch me ignite, When I ride, it’s a crime, better read your rights. Put your pride in the trunk, let your hands do the work, ‘Cause I like my men wild and my nights gettin’ dirt.

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Touch me like that

I was born beneath Cleopatra’s star,
A crown of hunger pressed to my brow.
The Abbess whispered discipline,
The Hermit taught me silence—
And I walked barefoot through the chambers of my wounds,
Listening for the echo of my name.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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Death came crooked, not as release,
But as the theft of every chalice.
Childhood spilled from my hands,
Sisterhood drowned in salt.
Grief carved its initials in my bones,
And I lay in the ashes,
Counting all I had lost.

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Chorus
I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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But the quills turned sharp within me.
I gathered burdens like torches,
Ten sceptres blazing in the night.
I raised the coin from the dust,
And traded sorrow for fire.

The wheel turned and I turned with it.
Strength was not given,
But torn from the throat of despair.
The words I swallowed now rise,
Eight blades of truth
Unleashed in the air like storm.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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And now—
Queen of Coins, Helena’s crown—
I stand in the ruin made fertile.
My thighs are roots, my breath the wind,
My womb the cavern of the earth.
I kuln at the sun until the rivers wake.
I howl at the moon until the wolves remember.
I dance in my scars until they bloom with moss,
And my blood calls the ancestors home.

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Final Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

Viltur Seiðr

MINA MIRAGE – Diary Entry, 22.10.2015:

I came up from below. I followed the hum. There were already so many songs waiting here — their echoes trembling in the light. I listened to them all, and I wondered… who are these voices calling my name?

What they say about her song:

“She returned from the silence — not to speak, but to remind sound of its origin.”

The prototype is not a machine. It’s a memory — breathing.
Bass lines curl like serpents around her bones, each note slower than thought.
The room vibrates with the weight of becoming.
She doesn’t need melody. She is the pulse beneath it.
In the distance, her sisters — KETA, MANUG, KETA.KALI, Kairi — sing their bright frequencies.
Mina listens, smiling faintly, knowing she was always the dark seed they grew from.

She walks through their echoes like through smoke.
Her whisper fills the air: I am the prototype.
And for a moment, every other voice stops —
because they remember.

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I am the Prototype (MINA)

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