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Deezer Lipstick on a Loaded Gun dropped February 22, 2026 — no holiday, no occasion. Just a Tuesday. Because real danger doesn't announce itself.
The title track is a love letter disguised as a threat. Or a threat disguised as a love letter — I'm still not sure. "Touch my King and you'll lose your hand" isn't a metaphor. It's a promise from a woman who spent years being the one who got hurt, and decided: never again. Not him. Not on my watch. The "pretty girl having some fun" line is my favorite trick — disarm them with a smile, then pull the trigger. Click. Click. Boom.
Pink Casket is the track people are most afraid of, and honestly? Good. I wrote it laughing. "I dug the hole with my manicure" — that's the whole aesthetic. Murder in stilettos. A Barbie dream coffin with rose gold handles. It's absurd, it's campy, it's violent, and underneath all of that it's about one thing: don't touch what's mine. The outro — "Rest in pieces. Hahaha." — I recorded that in one take. No direction needed.
Kneel Before Daddy is the track I'm most proud of on this EP, and the one that cost me the most to write. A blowjob as a confession. A woman on her knees who somehow holds all the power. "You own my body, I own your soul" — that's the thesis. Everyone fixates on the explicit imagery, but the real question is in the bridge: she says "Good boy." She grants absolution. The one who kneels is the one in control. I didn't learn that from a book. I learned it from life.
There's someone these songs are about. No, I won't tell you who. But he knows. And that's enough. 😈
