[Intro – Female Clear Vocals. Dirty guitar growl, low snare clicks, amp hum, tension rising] “…Alright.” “…Alright.” “…It just might—” "BE ALRIGHT!" [CRASH INTO VERSE ] [Verse 1 – Bliss spits it with venom] We race the tide! We break the day! We’re carved from noise — we don’t obey! We bleed in rhythm, we scream in sound! We stomp the throne into the ground! She don’t purr, she bares her horn — A holy beast, wicked and torn! Don’t want her love? Then feel her scorn! She ain’t your dream — She’s a UNICO—ORN! [Chorus – ALL, snarling with harmony, walls of sound] She’s the last divine! A goddess in skin! You call her rare? She calls it sin! Rip your silence, slash your norm — Bow down, fools — She’s a UNICO—ORN! She’s no soft light, no porcelain face. She’ll burn the lies and salt the place. Kneel or run — yes you’ve been warned. You’re in her woods now. She's a UNICO—ORN! [Verse 2 – Kitten, stomping beat] She rose from smoke, from spells unsaid, With moonlit eyes and hands blood-red. Your fairytale? She tore the page. No glass, no cage — just holy rage. The innocent she will protect. This sisterhood in introspect. Don't mock our kind. Don't think us tame. She will shake you from her mane. And you'll burn in flame! [Breakdown – Spoken chaos, one-by-one vocal trade off over tribal drums] [Kismet with sweet tone vocals] They called her myth. They called her gone. She sang back loud — You had her wrong. [Luna almost taunting as she sings] Hooves like thunder. Horn like blade. You made her run. Now watch her raid. [Sweets singing breathy seductive ] She’s beauty cracked. She’s teeth in pearl. She’s the fire in every girl. [Final Chorus – Total collapse into chaos and scream-backed melody] She’s the curse, the crown, the burning brand — The holy war, in no-man’s land. You wanted magic? But you found war! You summoned HER — She’s a UNICO—ORN! No more chains, no softer song. Just blood and light and right from wrong. She ain’t a tale to be adorned — She’s real. She’s raw. She’s a UNICO—ORN! [Outro – Wild shredding solo fading to amp hum and a whisper] [Bliss Lead Singer Slower Sad tone] “You never deserved her story. And still… She came roaring.” [Bliss drops the sad tone and belts it out] "She isn’t fantasy anymore. and she’s been here before. And you’re not ready, sure [Unicorn is broken into 3 syllables Un-ick-orn!] She’s a UNICO—ORN!"
