I can hear sirens, sirens/He hit me and it felt like a kiss/I can hear violins, violins/Give me all of that ultraviolence
The audible equivalent to getting punched in the sternum and then being gently placed to the ground. It’s a frosty swirl of love and hate sprinkled with toppings that include dramatic piano riffs, an angelic chorus, and silky strings. Domestic abuse by a cult leader never sounded so appetizing.