The Sting

Into the Ice

I don't move unless I have to. You can call it dark or call it truthful, but I won't fold to fit you in. The scorpion doesn't chase and it doesn't beg; it guards the line and gives every warning twice. My sting ain't hate, it's a boundary, a door that doesn't need to slam. A line drawn calmly, once, saves you from ever having to strike.

Lyrics

I don’t move unless I have to
Desert breath beneath my skin
You can call it dark or truthful
But I won’t fold to fit you in
Sun-scorched spine, I learned restraint
I don’t waste rage, I don’t waste paint
You love the myth, you hate the saint
You want the fire, but not the weight
They call it poison, I call it line
Call it fate, I call it spine
You stepped across what wasn’t mine
Now you shocked I don’t resign
I ain’t chaos, I’m precise
Every warning said twice
Corner something long enough
Watch survival turn to ice
Truth don’t shout.
It strikes.
I shimmer before I strike
Ultraviolet in your sight
You felt the voltage in the quiet
Still you leaned into the light
This is the sting
Not hate, not sin
Just skin to skin
And essence closing in
This is the sting
No blade, no swing
Just what I bring
When you push past what I am
I glowed before the night
I warned you in the light
You touched the burn
Now watch it turn
I move like heat above the ground
Velvet mouth, horizon sound
You call it danger, I call it bound
You crossed the pulse, now feel it pound
I don’t wound to see you fall
I ignite what you conceal
Every kiss a mirror wall
Every spark a thing you feel
My sting is revelation
Not collapse but elevation
You don’t die from confrontation
You transform through sensation
You tell the fable like I’m cursed
Like I strike because I thirst
But I never hid my nature
You just hoped I’d put you first
I sting when I’m confined
I sting when I’m misread
I sting when I’m expected
To betray what’s in my head
That’s not evil.
That’s design.
I am the scorpion.
I do not chase.
I do not beg.
I do not hunt without reason.
I am here to guard the threshold.
I am here to test your closeness.
I am here to remind you
That essence does not negotiate.
My venom is not hatred.
It is boundary.
I sting to awaken.
I sting to correct excess.
I sting when truth is cornered.
I am the line in the sand.
I am survival made visible.
I am transformation under pressure.
Touch me with respect
And I remain still.
Force me to betray myself
And you will meet my truth.
I am not your enemy.
I am the cost of ignoring what is real.
Compassion doesn’t mean surrender
Softness doesn’t mean dissolve
I can love without collapsing
I can leave without revolt
My sting is silent distance
A door that doesn’t slam
I don’t poison what I’m leaving
I just become who I am
This is the sting
No curse, no king
Just desert wings
Unfolding from within
This is the sting
No scream, no swing
Just truth that sings
When something ends, something begins
I glowed before I cut
I whispered before I shut
You felt the voltage rise
Still you met my eyes
This is the sting.

Words and music: Romian Nazlab · A Bonfire Production