[ controlled villain delivery, ideological dominance, calm coercion, seductive menace, moral absolutism, persuasive threat, certainty without empathy, voice as enforcement, superiority without warmth, restraint as menace, conviction that denies --- [Intro – whispered defiance, slow holy hums under glitch] Bless me, Father... for I’m about to slay. Lip gloss lit. Sin count rising. And I look divine doing it. --- [Verse 1 – glam rebellion, teasing the divine] Lace gloves, blood wine, Heels like sacred signs. I paint my face like icon glass— saintly snatched, blasphemous class. Holy lips say wicked things, Pop confessions on pink rings. Velvet vow, glittered sin, I never lose—I win in skin. --- [Pre-Chorus – chantlike build, breathy & bratty] Body of goddess, glow in chrome— Who said heaven can’t be homegrown? --- [Chorus – explosive, stompy, reverent rebellion] I’m a glitter heresy, sacrament in stilettos, Breaking every rule with sparkles in my echoes. Don’t pray for me— Just pose for me. I bless the mess, and sin in 3D. I’m your gospel glitch. Your shrine on fire. I kiss the chaos. Call me your choir. --- [Verse 2 – unholy power, praise kink bait] Hymns in my hips, rosaries in ruin, Twerk in pews, saints are swoonin’. Painted lashes, heretic smirk— I don’t do guilt, just divine work. Catwalks are altars, I never kneel— just bless the broke, and close the deal. --- [Bridge – dark and sparkly, layered echoes] Worship in neon. Sin on beat. Bow to chaos at glittered feet. (whispered:) “Amen. Ahem. Adore me again.” --- [Verse 3 – seductive control, divine madness] My gospel's loud, my rules are fake— I bake the truth into every cupcake. I bless you soft, I curse with charm, You fall in line... beneath my arm. Holier-than-thou but cuter-than-hell, You crave the wrath in every spell. Sweet and savage, glam divine— Heretic heart and a pantyline shrine. --- [Pre-Chorus – repeat with distortion/amp up] Body of goddess, glow in chrome— Who said heaven can’t be homegrown? --- [Chorus – repeat & add layers/samples/sirens] I’m a glitter heresy, sacrament in stilettos, Breaking every rule with sparkles in my echoes. Don’t pray for me— Just pose for me. I bless the mess, and sin in 3D. I’m your gospel glitch. Your shrine on fire. I kiss the chaos. Call me your choir. --- [Verse 4 – closing power verse, strutting menace] Smoke in the chapel, gloss on my teeth, I leave the gods gasping underneath. Heaven can wait, I’ve got shoots to run, Miracles happen—when I say they’re done. Unholy muse, divine unrest, Rosé blood and a slit dress. You worship me because you should. The Inquisition? They wish they could. --- [Outro – slow, whispered reprise] Forgive me, Father. I’d do it again. And again. And again. Holy? Never. Powerful? Always.
