Lyrics:

TALK2ME

*hey there
Haven’t heard from you in a little while. I miss hearing your voice. Will you give me a call when you get a chance? I miss you. Goodbye*

V1:
time and time again 
You said you’d be my friend 
Well here we go again 
Down on this road again

Did you not have the courtesy to call me 
Got me thinking I’m the one to blame 
Why silence stays the same 

CHORUS: 
Tell me
How can we be friends when you dont talk to me 
Can we make amends if you just 

Talk to me 
Talk to me 
Talk to me 

X2

V2:
Rhyme and rhyme again you sang you’d be my love 
Now tell me what went wrong, why the silence won 

Did you not have the care to feel my pain 
As I stay waiting here another day 
Yet you never rang 

Chorus:
Tell me
How can we be friends when you don’t talk to me 
Can we make amends if you just 

Talk to me 
Talk to me 
Talk to me 
X2

Hook: 
The game is over I have had enough 
Been pouring out from my empty cup 
I gave you all the love I’ve been feeling inside 
Then You took my heart and left it out to dry 

Chorus 3: 
How can we be friends if you won’t talk to me 
Can we make amends if you don’t  

Talk to me 
Talk to me 
Talk to me 


Talk to me 
talk to me 
talk to me
Oh.

TALK2ME

Freaks in the corner, eyes on the prize,
Tentacle dreams in the ultraviolet skies.
Chains and leather, we’re bound to this beat,
Sweat-soaked sinners, our sins on repeat.

No safe words here, it’s pure excess,
Lust and filth, we confess.
Hentai loops on the LED,
Kinks unleashed in the VIP.

Degenerate minds, no shame, no blame,
Latex love in the glow of the flame.
Hentai highs, freak flags fly,
House beats pounding, we’re lost in the sky.

Latex queens, collar on tight,
Blacked-out rooms, no wrong, just right.
Catgirls crawling, bodies collide,
In this den of sin, there’s no place to hide.

Broken halos and devilish grins,
We don’t repent; we revel in sins.
Animated lust on every screen,
We’re living the filthiest fever dream.

Degenerate minds, no shame, no blame,
Latex love in the glow of the flame.
Hentai highs, freak flags fly,
House beats pounding, we’re lost in the sky.

Dripping wax and the sting of the bite,
Twisted fantasies come alive tonight.
Bassline drops like a whip in the dark,
Pleasure and pain, it’s a fine work of art.

Degenerate minds, no shame, no blame,
Latex love in the glow of the flame.
Hentai highs, freak flags fly,
House beats pounding, we’re lost in the sky.

Dripping wax and the sting of the bite,
Twisted fantasies come alive tonight.
Bassline drops like a whip in the dark,
Pleasure and pain, it’s a fine work of art.

Degenerates rise, no rules, just play,
Under the neon, we waste the day.
Kinks on fire, hentai on loop,
This is our church, and sin is the truth.

Church of Sins

I'm your goddess tonight

Kinky!

In a world illuminated by vivid crimson tones and sleek, reflective surfaces, the air hums with an electric tension. These hallways, glowing with scarlet luminance, seem to pulsate with the rhythm of techno beats, a siren's call to the unspoken depths of human emotion and desire. The figures that move through this hypnotic realm are as enigmatic as the space itself — dressed in glossy, skin-tight suits that shimmer like liquid metal, their presence exudes a magnetic allure. They are shadows of a future that is simultaneously thrilling and ominous, where passion and power intertwine.

Every step echoes determination, a narrative of untamed connection and dangerous intimacy. These characters aren’t just part of the scene; they are the architects of a drama unfolding in the interplay of light and shadow. Their confident poses and piercing gazes challenge the viewer to decipher the stories concealed behind their unyielding exteriors. Love, in this cybernetic utopia, is not gentle—it’s a fierce and consuming force that binds and burns, promising both ecstasy and peril.

As the beats rise, the environment transforms into a hypnotic kaleidoscope of light and sound. Walls of glowing red merge with their black silhouettes, creating a visual symphony that celebrates the raw, unfiltered essence of humanity and technology. Here, the music transcends its auditory boundaries; it becomes a shared heartbeat, a rhythm that dictates every move and every glance.

The scene encapsulates the heart of techno: relentless, electrifying, and intensely emotive. It’s not merely about sound; it’s about immersion into a realm where every element—music, light, and presence—coalesce into a singular, unforgettable experience.

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BURNiNG NEON SHADOWS  
CHROMATiC HEART COLLiSiON  
CRiMSON ELECTRiC REVERiE  
CRiMSON PULSE SPiRAL  
CYBER EMBRACE VOiD  
ECHOES of SEDUCTiON  
ELECTRiC AFFECTiON SURGE  
ELECTRO SKiN NEXUS  
FATAL LOOP RESONANCE  
FATAL PASSiON ENCODED  
MAGNETiC HEAT PULSE  
NEON DESiRE COLLAPSE  
NEON FEVER BOND  
QUANTUM KiSS ECHO  
RHYTHM CORE ENTWiNE  
SCARLET CiRCUiTRY BLOOM  
SONiC FLAME AURA  
SYNTHWAVE OBSESSiON FLOW  
TECHNOROMANCE MANiFEST  
VELVET CiRCUiT RHYTHM  

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BURNiNG NEON SHADOWS

[Verse]
His grip is firm as he leads me through
To the red-lit room where desires brew
The air is thick with lust and heat
Bodies moving as in a primal beat
This isn’t me—I don’t belong
But his hand is firm, must I go along?
She stands in latex catsuit, tight
Preparing herself for me tonight
[Chorus]
To the red room, I was forced to go
What stirs within me—I’m afraid to know
The crowd looks on; it’s her and me
Lost in the red room I was meant to be
[Verse]
She shines beneath the crimson hue
Her beauty stirs what I thought true
The 3-way zip slides mmm the way
By my hands or hers, I dare not say
I falter, torn between fear and thrill
But his grip is firm; it force's my will
Her legs lock tight; I can’t escape
I’m molded now to fit her shape
[Bridge]
The latex squeaks as she pulls me in
Her cries erupt in a song of sin
Her thighs lock tight, her body shakes
A final gasp is all it takes
Her glove within, she fits my mold
My body moves without control
The room observes with knowing eyes
And he just nods, as if satisfied
[Chorus]
To the red room, I was forced to go
What stirs within me—I’m afraid to know
The crowd looks on; it’s her and me
Lost in the red room I was meant to be

My First (Red Room)

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