[Verse 1 – raspy whisper over detuned power-chord stabs, palm-muted] Mirror cracks at midnight, lipstick smeared like blood, Invitation in the mailbox, black envelope, no love. Scent of iron perfume, heels click on the tile, She counts the guests arriving, each one with a smile. [Pre-chorus – blast-beat snare rolls, siren synth ascending] Tick-tock, the clock is hungry, Knives are polished, plates are ready. [Chorus – gang-shouted, layered with pitch-down screams] Feminist Murder Party! (Cut the throat, let it spill) Feminist Murder Party! (Dance in red, feel the thrill) No safe words, no survivors, Every sister sharpens her desires. [Drop – 240 BPM thrashstep, double-kick gallop under glitchy vocal chop] (Chopped: Fe-mi-nist Mur-der Par-ty) [Siren wail bends into reverse cymbal, bass drops to sub-zero] [Verse 2 – half-time riff, chainsaw guitar tone, spoken-word delivery] Basement lights flicker crimson, candles made of fat, Portraits of the exes, eyes gouged where they’re at. One by one they enter, thinking it’s a rave, Leave in little pieces, stored inside the cave. [Bridge – clean jazz guitar drenched in blood-reverb, whisper] She hums a lullaby of razors, Soft as silk, sharp as traitors. [Build – rising feedback, heart-monitor flatline beep speeding] [Snare fills like breaking bones] [Chorus – doubled tempo, harmonized shrieks] Feminist Murder Party! (Bleed the lies, watch them spill) Feminist Murder Party! (Twist the blade, get your fill) No remorse, no forgiveness, Every scream is a new genesis. [Breakdown – 110 BPM sludge riff, dripping water FX, crowd chant] (One of us! One of us!) [Glass shatters, tape rewinds] [Verse 3 – frantic picking, vocals through broken megaphone] Polaroids on the table, trophies nailed to the wall, Fingers in the freezer, waiting for the call. Phone rings once, she answers, voice like honey and rust, “Bring another plaything, darling, feed the bloodlust.” [Final Chorus – 300 BPM wall of sound, layered choirs of dying men] Feminist Murder Party! (Rip the heart, make it real) Feminist Murder Party! (Steel on flesh, how we heal) Curtains close in silence, Dawn will find the perfect violence. [Outro – heartbeat slows to stop, single drip echo, tape hiss fades] [Whisper, barely audible] See you at the next one…
