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Wicked Thing, by PSION (c) PSION, Melee Grenade Music 3453, Post Scream https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?... / crownofashandsalt / psion - topic / crownofashandsalt #musicvideos #musicvideos #psion #astrofae I walk in like a fever dream, Warm hands, cold little grin, Every warning light you’ve got Starts blinking when I’m in. You can call it bad luck, You can call it fate, I call it you standing still While I decide what breaks. I’m your wicked thing, The kind that feels like mercy Right before it turns. Yeah, I’m your wicked thing, Soft voice, sharp teeth, You’ll thank me while it burns. I’m your wicked thing, You should’ve shut the door, But you let me in. Yeah, I’m your wicked thing, And I don’t lose sleep For the shape you’re in. I don’t ask, I just arrive, I don’t chase, I let you crawl, You make a chapel out of silence, I make a weapon out of “falling” You keep your heart behind your ribs Like it’s safer in the dark, I just smile and take my time, I love the sound of locks. I’m your wicked thing, The kind that feels like mercy Right before it turns. Yeah, I’m your wicked thing, Soft voice, sharp teeth, You’ll thank me while it burns. I’m your wicked thing, You should’ve shut the door, But you let me in. Yeah, I’m your wicked thing, And I don’t lose sleep For the shape you’re in. You don’t need me close To feel me take the room, Like gravity with a pulse And a slow, sweet doom. Say you’re fine, say you’re steady, I can hear the lie, You don’t fall in love with me, You fall when I decide. I’m your wicked thing, The kind that feels like mercy Right before it turns. Yeah, I’m your wicked thing, Soft voice, sharp teeth, You’ll thank me while it burns. I’m your wicked thing, I don’t make promises, I make a mark that sticks. Yeah, I’m your wicked thing, And you’ll come back quiet For another hit. Low light, close skin, Let the night do what it does. If love is a wound, then mine is clean, And you’ll come back for blood.