Dark Pop Gets Deliciously Dangerous: Cheska Moore’s Stop Myself

Cheska Moore’s intoxicating new single Stop Myself blends industrial synths, late-night confessions, and a haunting chorus that’ll be stuck in your head for days.

The South London songstress has already proven she knows her way around a moody banger (just ask her 2.2 million Spotify streams), but this track takes things to a whole new level of emotional complexity.

Producer Mahrow crafts a sonic world where eerie synths pulse beneath Moore’s intimate vocals, creating a tension that builds with every verse.

The track thrives on contrast—minimalist moments dissolve into explosive choruses, enriched by layered harmonies and vocoder effects that distort her voice just enough to feel otherworldly.

The real magic lies in the pauses, where silence sharpens the impact of each beat. 

“That’s when my mind, it starts to wander / But late at night, it gets much harder,” Moore confesses, her voice drenched in midnight contemplation.

And when she repeats, “Then I stop myself,” the phrase hangs in the air, amplified by jagged electronic textures that mirror the song’s emotional tug-of-war.

Moore strikes the perfect balance between dark pop’s cinematic drama and raw vulnerability. 

Stop Myself is both commanding and intimate, a song that lingers in the mind as much as it does on repeat.

Catch it now on all major streaming platforms as the second single from Moore’s upcoming EP.

Cheska Moore Stop Myself Lyrics

I feel that heaven’s
Getting away from me
Getting afraid of what I might do
If you were close to me
I know I’m no saint
Under the surface
I keep you buried deep

It’s when the nights creep up on me

That’s when my
Mind
It Starts 
To wonder
But late at 
Night
It Gets
Much harder
Curious thoughts up in my head
Little too close
Over the edge
That’s when my hands they start to wonder
Then
I stop myself

I shouldn’t pretend
That you’re lying next to me
Touching my skin
Breathing me in
Put my mind on a leash
Would it be so bad
To dance with your shadow 
Mixing up skin and sheets

It’s when the nights creep up on me

That’s when my
Mind It Starts 
To wonder But late at 
Night
It Gets
Much harder
Curious thoughts up in my head
I get a little too close
Over the edge
That’s when my hands they start to wander
Then I stop myself
If these walls could talk
They would beg for me 
Hear the agony
Inside my thoughts 

That’s when my
Mind
It Starts 
To wonder
But late at 
Night
It Gets
Much harder
Curious thoughts up in my head
Little too close
Over the edge
That’s when my hands they start to wander
Then I stop myself