🔞Kitchen or Bedroom🔞
Industrial metal track featuring aggressive male vocals that shift between melodic singing, rhythmic shouting, and raspy growls. The instrumentation consists of heavily distorted electric guitars playing palm-muted chugging riffs, a thick synth bass, and a mechanical drum kit with a prominent, compressed snare and rapid double-kick patterns. Electronic elements include glitchy synth textures and industrial sound effects. The tempo is 160 BPM in the key of C minor. The arrangement features sudden dynamic shifts between dense, wall-of-sound choruses and more sparse, atmospheric verses driven by pulsing bass and whispered vocals.
🔞Kitchen or Bedroom🔞
Industrial metal track featuring aggressive male vocals that shift between melodic singing, rhythmic shouting, and raspy growls. The instrumentation consists of heavily distorted electric guitars playing palm-muted chugging riffs, a thick synth bass, and a mechanical drum kit with a prominent, compressed snare and rapid double-kick patterns. Electronic elements include glitchy synth textures and industrial sound effects. The tempo is 160 BPM in the key of C minor. The arrangement features sudden dynamic shifts between dense, wall-of-sound choruses and more sparse, atmospheric verses driven by pulsing bass and whispered vocals.
Lyrics
Light, light, light
My head is spinning, spinning, spinning
From your wicked smile, your filthy lies
My body's aching, aching for a taste of you
Empty room, empty room, empty room
But you're still here, you're still here
Talking shit about what we're gonna do
They say I'm good in the kitchen
But I'm better in bed
A choice between a hobby or a fucking pound in your head
I can whip up a storm or I can make you scream my name
What's for you? The abyss or a different kind of game?
Fuck the choices, fuck the rules, fuck the laws, I'm obsessed
I mean I'm cooking or I'm fucking
You got me stuck in your head
Memory, memory, memory
Just a whisper, a whisper name
Flickery, flickery, flickery
Skin on skin, skin on skin
I don't give a fuck if you were him
Or her, or her
I don't care, I don't care what we were
They say I'm good in the kitchen
But I'm better in bed
A choice between a hobby or a fucking pound in your head
I can whip up a storm or I can make you scream my name
What's for you? The abyss or a different kind of game?
Fuck the choices, fuck the rules, fuck the laws, I'm obsessed
I mean I'm cooking or I'm fucking
You got me stuck in your head
The baseline throbbing, throbbing
Memories blur, memories blur
The smell of dinner or the scent of you
A desperate purr, a desperate purr
A shadow, shadow fading, fading in the cold light, cold light
Don't you get it? It's not a fucking choice
Yeah, a choice!
A fucking choice!
We can do both, both, both
We can do it right here on the kitchen floor, on the kitchen floor
Yeah, on the fucking kitchen floor
Let's just right here, right here, right here, right here
Yeah, fucking!