[Intro – Slow bass thump, metallic clinks, whispered layers] ([Laces tighten. Buckles snap. Floorboards creak. A deep breath.)] “Another day. Another name. Another sin strapped to my spine.” --- [Verse 1 – Ritual Begins, Steady and Measured] Six hooks across my spine, one for every rule she broke. I tie them slow, I tie them tight, I breathe like fire under smoke. Leather creaks like whispered prayers, Lace pulled taut where no one dares. It’s not for looks. It’s not for lust. It’s policy, stitched in trust. --- [Verse 2 – Tools of the Trade] Boots that break, gloves that grip, Red wax seal on every lip. Mirror cracked, but I don’t blink— Steel to my ribs and blood in the sink. My name’s not known outside the gate, But ask around… they’ll tell you fate. --- [Chorus – Big, Bold, Commanding] I’m laced for judgment, dressed to kill— The hand that moves when Velvet’s still. I don’t seduce, I don’t pretend— I end the line you tried to bend. The corset’s law, the blade is grace— So speak with care inside this place. --- [Verse 3 – Her Authority] Velvet writes the rules in wine, But she gave me the final line. If her hunger grows too wide— I pull the veil and choose who dies. I love her voice. I trust her fire. But I hold the fuse when plans expire. --- [Mid-Bridge – Instrumental with Breathing, Buckle Snaps, Distant Screams] (She hums to herself while tightening another strap. Machinery hisses. A bone cracks in rhythm.) --- [Verse 4 – She Doesn’t Falter] You beg, you bleed, you barter breath— But I’ve dressed down better men to death. You show me pain? I show you law. You speak in lies? I lace your jaw. I don’t make threats. I sew regret— One stitch for every stupid bet. --- [Chorus – Stronger, More Aggressive] I’m laced for judgment, bound in black— No sin escapes once I attack. You crossed the line, you touched the flame— Now choke in lace and wear your shame. Velvet dreams. I make them real. I am her blade. I am her seal. --- [Verse 5 – The Day Begins] I hear the knock, I feel the heat, Another fool thinks flesh means sweet. But this house don’t sell you grace— We just carve it, case by case. So I smile once, and let them in… And cinch the judgment ‘round my skin. --- [Final Chorus – Slow, Punchy, Deadly] I’m laced for judgment, breath held tight— My ribs are rules, my grip is right. I kill with style. I walk with weight. And I decide what Velvet hates. This corset binds. This corset swears— I hold the spine of all she dares. So come correct, or meet the floor— 'Cause I’ve got room for plenty more. --- [Outro – Spoken, calm and cold] “Her house. Her rules. But my stitching… holds it together.” (Final sound: lace pulled tight one last time. Boot heel walks away. Fade.)
