Lyrics

[INSTRUMENTAL INTRO]
[Sparse, melancholic Rhodes piano with faint reverb. A low cello drone. Sub-bass pulsing like a heartbeat. Tension building in shadows.]

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[VERSE 1]
[VOCALS: Whispered, clinical intimacy. Close mic, breath heavy.]
I watch you breathing slow, anticipation in your chest…
The cadence of desire is a symptom I can test.
Every glance is data, every shiver a report,
You’re patient zero, baby — my pleasure and my court.

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[PRE-CHORUS]
[INSTRUMENTAL: 808 clap enters. Cello adds slow, aching strokes.]
[VOCALS: Breathier, melodic tension rising.]
Don’t touch me yet… let the silence medicate,
We’re charting out a fever no serum could sedate.

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[CHORUS]
[INSTRUMENTAL: Fuller arrangement. Sub-bass heavier, Rhodes chords bloom.]
[VOCALS: Full voice, restrained longing with subtle reverb.]
Diagnosis: BEI — the Brad Erotic Intoxication…
A chronic, incurable, once-in-a-lifetime fixation.
Do you feel the fever, the quiver, the quake?
Tell me every single vow you’re willing now to break.

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[VERSE 2]
[INSTRUMENTAL: Strips back to sub-bass and piano.]
[VOCALS: Whispered, almost spoken.]
Your pupils dilate, your body writes the chart,
Every sigh, a vital sign, a pulse straight from the heart.
We talk in common phrases, disguising what we crave,
But beneath the mask of casual — we’re doctor and we’re slave.

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[PRE-CHORUS]
[INSTRUMENTAL: Clap and cello return, tightening the grip.]
[VOCALS: Melodic, breathy, lips brushing the mic.]
Don’t look away… the infection’s already spread,
This consultation only ends inside my bed.

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[CHORUS]
[INSTRUMENTAL: Beat returns heavier. Strings swell underneath.]
[VOCALS: Stronger, with layered harmonies, desperate edge.]
Diagnosis: BEI — the Brad Erotic Intoxication…
A chronic, incurable, once-in-a-lifetime fixation.
Do you feel the fever, the quiver, the quake?
Tell me every single vow you’re willing now to break.

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[BRIDGE]
[INSTRUMENTAL: Music cuts to sub-bass pulse + high cello note holding.]
[VOCALS: Spoken whisper, vulnerable, clinical monologue.]
They see us in passing… polite, contained exchange.
But I see a trial, a study, variables rearranged.
The hypothesis is primal: beneath composure, you’re raw.
The control group is society, but desire writes the law.
The only true result is the way you moan my name…
And the outcome is inevitable — you’ll never be the same.

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[FINAL CHORUS]
[INSTRUMENTAL: Full epic arrangement. Strings surge, bass throbs, Rhodes shimmers.]
[VOCALS: Passion unleashed, harmonies stacked, falsetto ad-libs.]
Diagnosis: BEI! (Erotic intoxication!)
My cure, my disease, my eternal fixation!
You feel it consuming, the fever, the quake!
Show me every single promise you were born for me to break!

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[OUTRO]
[INSTRUMENTAL: Solo Rhodes piano playing the intro motif. Fades slowly.]
[VOCALS: Ghostly whisper in the dark.]
“For you, Rinah…
Your pussycat is mine…”