“You think I wage wars with weapons? Darling, I start them with whispers.” Every empire starts in ink, Every throne with just one blink. I don’t shout — I set the tone, Pull the strings and call it home. No flame, no fight, no roar, Just the quiet before the score. I tailor the war, thread by thread, Dress your trust in what I’ve said. Shake my hand — you’re halfway dead, I tailor the war, thread by thread. Every secret wears a crown, I build empires to tear them down. Truth’s just fabric, pulled too tight, Watch it split beneath the light. No blood, no sword, no sin, Just the pen that draws you in. I tailor the war, thread by thread, Dress your hope in what I’ve said. Shake my hand — it’s already spread, I tailor the war, thread by thread. “Even chaos needs a good suit.” (pause) “And I always look good in mine.” I tailor the war, slow and sure, Make the cure feel like the lure. Every vow, every scar — Looks better when it’s tailored for war. (Whispered) “The best battles are the ones they never see coming.”
