slow… lower… hold it… Lip gloss black like a funeral hymn, Lights burn low, let the ritual begin. Every step heavy, every breath chosen, We don’t rush power — we let it open. Eyes on us when the tempo dies, Crowd holds still when the silence cries. We learned patience in the fire and smoke, Every scar carved where the weak hearts broke. Slow isn’t soft. Slow is sharp. Slow is how the mountains part. We don’t chase the light — We bend it. We don’t beg for time — We end it. WE SLAY IN SLOW MO-TION Every move like a loaded devotion. WE SLAY IN SLOW MO-TION Pretty girls with the weight of oceans. slow… slow… feel it crack slow… slow… never slack Perfume thick like the scent of doom, Stage lights flicker like a dying moon. We smile sweet while the amps scream loud, Halo cracked under feedback clouds. They want speed, they want sparks and flash, We want gravity — let the moment last. Power moves when the world holds breath, That’s how you dance at the edge of death. Stillness cuts deeper than noise. Who moves slow? WE DO. Who breaks bones? WE DO. Who still wins? WE DO. WE DO. WE DO. WE DO. We learned grace from the weight of time, Every fall turned sacred, divine. Soft voices wrapped in iron tone, We rule the room without touching the throne. WE SLAY IN SLOW MO-TION Every stare caught in our devotion. WE SLAY IN SLOW MO-TION Heavy crowns don’t need commotion. slow motion… still standing… still slaying…
