[Verse 1]
I follow you, Patrick Spencer, down the alley of embers,
My name is Mrs. Ashy Nightmare, my hands are coal and feather.
You are Mr. Dark Shadow Nightmare, cloak stitched from moons unseen,
We fold our promises like paper boats into a sulfur stream.

[Chorus]
We go to hell — we call it home — where the map is just our breath,
Two ghosts with a furnace heartbeat, keeping vigil over death.
We rock the scorpion nightmare, our child with a stinging grin,
Turn the ruins into cradle-song, let the blackened lullaby begin.

[Verse 2]
We write our names in smoke and bone, on stones that never age,
Patch the curtains made of midnight, hang hope on every cage.
Patrick holds the lantern low, his shadow keeps the leash,
I hum to ash our lineage, and teach the child to cease.

[Bridge]
When the wind is knives of chorus and the sky is ash and tar,
We stand, a crooked family, beneath a bleeding star.
A pinch of love, a pinch of spite, a sting that keeps them whole —
Our scorpion learns to dance on coals, to hide a fragile soul.

[Outro]
I follow you, Patrick Spencer, forever where you roam,
Mrs. Ashy and Mr. Dark — in hell we've made our home.