Sultan Symphony

Last breath of war

72 Hours

Hoping

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I held your fear like it was mine...
I held your fear like it was mine...
A paper tiger..
I held your fear like it was mine...

I held your fear like it was mine
Tried to be the warning sign
You saw a wolf—I knew the lie
A paper beast dressed up to bite

You spoke my worth in quiet tones
Built me up with brittle bones
And I roared like I was made of steel
But nothing I said ever felt real

I thought I scared the dark away
Thought I was the storm you'd never tame
But I was paper in the rain
Folded sharp, then torn again
Not your armor
Just your shadow
Not the threat—just what you’d outgrow

I held your fear like it was mine..
I held your fear like it was mine..

You stayed calm when I cracked loud
Never blinked beneath the shroud
And when I tried to rage, to shake the air
You held your breath like I wasn’t there

Now I see it all laid bare
Your steady hand, my hollow glare
I was loud, I was afraid
You were brave enough to stay

I gave you show..
I gave you show..

I thought I scared the dark away
Thought I was the storm you'd never tame
But I was paper in the rain
A warning sign you learned to name
Not your armor
Just your shadow
Not the fire—just what you’d outgrow

You needed strength
I gave you show
A paper tiger
You let go

Paper Tiger

“Sweat on Velvet”


[Verse 1]
Your breath fogged up the mirror—
But you never looked inside
Said you missed my mouth
More than you missed my pride
You pulled me like a whisper,
Hands all sin, no shame
I let the silence answer
When you moaned my name

[Pre-Chorus]
Velvet stuck to skin like guilt
Red light painted every tilt
We weren’t kissin’—we were hidin’
Truth in heat, and lies in slidin’

[Chorus]
Sweat on velvet, breath on glass
Hearts too dirty, moves too fast
Tangled in the things we meant
Sins too loud, but heaven-sent
You called it need—I called it fate
I bit my lip and locked the gate
If love’s a lie, then let’s pretend—
'Til sweat on velvet makes it end

[Verse 2]
Your zipper sounded like a dare
That I was born to lose
But I let it open anyway
Like pain I get to choose
Your fingers wrote confessions
In the gospel of my spine
And every time I said “don’t stop”—
I meant make it mine

[Pre-Chorus]
Curtains closed, but not enough
We hid in heat, we bruised in love
No promises, no past to claim—
Just skin and sweat and no one's name

[Chorus]
Sweat on velvet, breath on glass
Lust too slow, but built to last
Truth bent over every sigh
We kissed like “sorry” was a lie
You called it wrong—I called it real
'Cause shame don’t sweat, but this could heal
If it’s a sin, then let it bend—
'Til sweat on velvet makes it end

[Bridge – half-murmured, like through closed teeth]
Don't ask me what it meant—
You know I never learned restraint
We weren’t in love, we weren’t awake
We were just too raw to fake

[Final Chorus – slower, stripped down, almost a cappella]
Sweat on velvet, breath on skin
If guilt’s a room, then let us in
Forget the pain, forget the rules—
Just leave the light off for the fools
You called it lost—I called it grace
As I buried reason in your face
Let’s not regret, let’s just descend—
'Til sweat on velvet makes it end

Sweat on Velvet

We Chase the Wind

Morning After Mercy

[Verse 1]
Cold coffee rings the porcelain rim,
a key lies dull on the wooden table.
One glass broke, the shard still waits
on the kitchen floor, untouched.

The phone lights up, unread,
its glow too sharp for tired eyes.
Sheets lie creased in daylight’s square,
dust caught floating, merciless and plain.

[Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

[Verse 2]
Fridge hums low, its shelves half-bare,
a bottle of water, a pack of butter.
The street outside is already loud,
a dog, a horn, a door that slams.

A crumpled tissue by the bed,
a candle drowned in its own wax.
The mirror shows a stranger’s face,
blurred with fingerprints and light.

[Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

[Bridge – flüsternd, zerbrechend]
I still feel your hand in mine,
though it’s only in my head.
I whisper it to no one —
I can’t believe it’s dead.

[Final Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

(let it fall into silence — no flourish, no light)

Morning After Mercy

Beg Me Once, Beg Me Twice

Verse 1
Candlelight flickers on your guilty grin,
You pray for mercy but I pull you in.
Every whisper tastes like a dare,
You love the poison when I leave it there.

Pre-Chorus
Your hands shake, but you still lean close,
Every sinner knows what they want the most.

Chorus
Beg me once, beg me twice,
I’m your sin, I’m your vice.
Kiss me wrong, I’ll make it right,
Beg me once… beg me twice.

Verse 2
You swore last time would be the end,
But my kind of fire, it burns again.
Your halo cracks when you call my name,
Pleasure and ruin, they sound the same.

Pre-Chorus
Your lips swear no, but your body confesses,
I’m the curse you crave in midnight dresses.

Chorus
Beg me once, beg me twice,
I’m your sin, I’m your vice.
Touch me dark, I’ll light your night,
Beg me once… beg me twice.

Bridge
Oh, I don’t need forgiveness,
I just need your hunger loud.
On your knees, in your weakness,
Make me proud, baby — make me proud.

Final Chorus
Beg me once, beg me twice,
Your heaven’s gone, but it feels so nice.
Kiss me hard, roll the dice,
Beg me once… beg me twice.

Outro (Cold Whisper)
Beg me once… beg me twice.

Beg Me Once, Beg Me Twice

I miss a smile

I miss a smile
I miss you
The mood is heavy
It won't go away
And meanwhile, time passes mercilessly
It even ages the bones, but the truth
is that I miss a smile
All for me
A sincere hug as you know

And I ask for charity in the street
I ask for warmth or rather a pure and true woman

You are for me the storm and the quiet of my heart
You are for me a hurricane a flower in my hand
You are for me the beauty of sleeping on your breast
You are for me the only one I've given love

I miss a smile
I miss you
You are like the air you get lost in the blue
And the wind pushes you harder and harder

I try to reach you but slowly it pushes you away
It pushes you away pushes you away

You are for me the storm and the stillness of my heart
You are a hurricane to me a flower in my hand
You are the beauty of sleeping on your breast
You are the only one who gave me love

I miss a smile

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