Agent Snow White…..(AssassinMix)

Industrial death metal, dark folk electronica

(Verse 1)
Mirror on the wall, who’s the deadliest alive?
A weapon in a corset, programmed to survive.
Forget the apple, I’m the one who bites the core,
A mindless Disney asset, trained for total war.
They found me in the woods, gave me purpose, gave me sight,
Washed the brain, bleached the dress, now I bleed in Snow White.
The Prince’s men in shadows, whispering the code,
I’m a sleeper cell asset on an isolated road.
No sweet innocent girl, I don't cook, I don't clean,
I’m the coldest executioner the kingdom's ever seen.
Infiltrate the cottage, recon the terrain,
Seven little miners just a buffer for the pain.
They think I’m doing laundry, hiding from the crown,
But I’m mapping out the tunnels just to burn the forest down.
Every smile is a simulation, every song a lie,
If the Prince commands the target, then the target’s gonna die.
(Chorus)
Skin white as snow, heart black as coal,
The Prince holds the leash, the kingdom owns my soul.
Witches in the marsh, better run, better hide,
There’s a psychopathic killer in a gown inside.
Whistle while you work, let the blade clip the spine,
No happily ever after when your blood hits mine.
(Verse 2)
Mother, stepmother, looking through the glass,
Didn’t see the shadow-ops assassin in her grass.
She sent a huntsman for me, told him "bring her heart,"
I ripped his out instead, tore his memory apart.
Brought it back to the castle in a velvet-lined box,
Now I’m tracking down the crones, picking magical locks.
They call it witchcraft, I call it a threat to the state,
I’m a tactical drone driven by a hardwired hate.
You see a poisoned apple? I see biological gear,
I fed it to the witch and watched her choke on her fear.
No kiss awoke me, that was just the cover story spun,
It was an adrenaline spike from the Prince’s hitman gun.
A reboot of the system, upload the new script,
Back on the frontline, magazine clipped.
The forest isn't safe, the canopy is red,
By the time the sun rises, all the crones are dead.
(Outro)
(Music box slows down, heavy breathing)
Target eliminated.
Area secured.
Long live the King.
Long live the Prince.
(Static hiss, mic cuts out)

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(Verse 1) Mirror on the wall, who’s the deadliest alive? A weapon in a corset, programmed to survive. Forget the apple, I’m the one who bites the core, A mindless Disney asset, trained for total war. They found me in the woods, gave me purpose, gave me sight, Washed the brain, bleached the dress, now I bleed in Snow White. The Prince’s men in shadows, whispering the code, I’m a sleeper cell asset on an isolated road. No sweet innocent girl, I don't cook, I don't clean, I’m the coldest executioner the kingdom's ever seen. Infiltrate the cottage, recon the terrain, Seven little miners just a buffer for the pain. They think I’m doing laundry, hiding from the crown, But I’m mapping out the tunnels just to burn the forest down. Every smile is a simulation, every song a lie, If the Prince commands the target, then the target’s gonna die. (Chorus) Skin white as snow, heart black as coal, The Prince holds the leash, the kingdom owns my soul. Witches in the marsh, better run, better hide, There’s a psychopathic killer in a gown inside. Whistle while you work, let the blade clip the spine, No happily ever after when your blood hits mine. (Verse 2) Mother, stepmother, looking through the glass, Didn’t see the shadow-ops assassin in her grass. She sent a huntsman for me, told him "bring her heart," I ripped his out instead, tore his memory apart. Brought it back to the castle in a velvet-lined box, Now I’m tracking down the crones, picking magical locks. They call it witchcraft, I call it a threat to the state, I’m a tactical drone driven by a hardwired hate. You see a poisoned apple? I see biological gear, I fed it to the witch and watched her choke on her fear. No kiss awoke me, that was just the cover story spun, It was an adrenaline spike from the Prince’s hitman gun. A reboot of the system, upload the new script, Back on the frontline, magazine clipped. The forest isn't safe, the canopy is red, By the time the sun rises, all the crones are dead. (Outro) (Music box slows down, heavy breathing) Target eliminated. Area secured. Long live the King. Long live the Prince. (Static hiss, mic cuts out)

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