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Crissy

balkan brass band raga, classic rock, folk, barbershop, a cappella, humorous

Pi3·4:10

Lyrics

(Verse 1)

She locked me deep in a demon maze,

Fed me lies in a sweet cliché,

Told me follow the sound, it’s safe,

But the beat she played was a dark parade.

Mind flipped like a car on ice,

She spun my head, rolled loaded dice,

Gaslight grip in a voice so nice,

But every word cut deep like knives.

I saw it comin’, yeah I cracked her code,

Watched her heart go cold, implode.

Told her once — that grief you throw

Comes back heavy, tenfold blow.

She mourned love, yeah, dropped to her knees,

Now she blames me, can’t even breathe.

But revenge ain't sweet, it's a slow disease,

And karma moves how the silence screams.

(Hook)

Tell her this — that grief's a guest,

Moves in soon, won't let her rest.

Seven times the pain she gave,

Will dance on her soul like an open grave.

Mark this date, write it down,

One more year, that storm comes ‘round.

Seven times, yeah, feel that weight,

Same dark path she made me take.

(Verse 2)

She played me cruel like a vinyl loop,

Sweet-tongued devil in a silk-slick suit.

Built me up just to watch me stoop,

Then laughed as I fell through her mind-made hoops.

I lost sleep, I lost days,

Heart in a cage in a house of flames.

But now I see, clear through the haze,

She lit that fire, now she’ll feel the blaze.

I'm not bitter, I’m just done pretendin’,

Your story starts where mine is endin’.

So tell her grief ain't got no brakes,

It rides in silence, then suddenly breaks.

Seven cuts, like mirrored glass,

Each one showin' a haunted past.

She’ll beg the sky to bring it back,

But time don’t bargain, it just laughs.

(Hook)

Tell her this — that grief's a guest,

Moves in soon, won't let her rest.

Seven times the pain she gave,

Will dance on her soul like an open grave.

Mark this date, write it down,

One more year, that storm comes ‘round.

Seven times, yeah, feel that weight,

Same dark path she made me take.

(Outro – spoken, intense)

I warned you once —

You flipped my mind like a coin in fire...

But you forgot… coins come back.

And grief? Grief don’t expire.

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