Fate Is Craving

Chorus

Dreamworld calling—vem comigo

kicks hit heavy like a storm in heat

Shadow ruler wants their heartbeat

chasing rhythm where the dark kings meet

They can fight it, they can break it

but the night pulls tight again—

’cause sleep is fate, and fate is craving

the soul that never knew it reigned

Drop

Bass like thunder, lights ignite

pulse is feral in the heart of night

Oh, oh, oh

Verse 2

In reality they’re cracked at the edges

grinding through the hours of gray

Bills, bruises, broken moments—

none of it follows them when they stray

But in dreams the ruler finds them

eyes like midnight carved in flame

saying, “You belong to this kingdom—

even if you don’t know your name.”

Pre-Chorus

The connection burns too strangely,

sweet and jagged as a blade

They want to run, they want to stay—

desire made of fear and fate

Chorus

Dreamworld calling—vem comigo

kicks hit heavy like a storm in heat

Shadow ruler wants their heartbeat

chasing rhythm where the dark kings meet

They can fight it, they can break it

but the night pulls tight again—

’cause sleep is fate, and fate is craving

the soul that never knew it reigned

Drop

Bass like thunder, lights ignite

pulse is feral in the heart of night

Oh, oh, oh

Bridge

They swear to stop sleeping,

but exhaustion wins slow

Eyes fall shut—

and the beat drags them below

There he waits, crown crooked in desire,

saying all they fear to know:

“You’re not my captive—

you’re my mirror,

and this kingdom is your shadow.”

Hardstyle Drop

Bass like thunder on a heartbeat chain,

dreams go feral when you call their name

Run or stay—either way you fall…

’cause the ruler is you

in the dark of it all

Final Chorus

Dreamworld rising—vem comigo

kicks exploding like a distant sun

No more running from the ruler,

they become the two-in-one

They are power, they are longing,

they are fear remixed with grace

And in sleep they claim their kingdom,

with the ruler’s burning face

Outro

Daylight breaks like shattered glass,

reality feels small again

But night will come, and they’ll return—

to the place where they

finally

breathe.

They wander past the neon temples,

where the moon hums low and red.

The ruler’s voice curls through the alleys,

a whisper living in their head.

“Every scar you bring from waking

is a vow you made to me.”

They try to shake the echo off them,

but desire walks in silently.

Outro (Extended)

Morning tries to pull them upward,

but the dreamworld holds them tight.

A kingdom built of shadows,

and a ruler made of night.

Their heart slides into rhythm,

where danger turns to grace.

Sleep will take them home again

to that forbidden, burning place.