[VERSE 1] I walk like silk on fire— You call it “asking for it.” My beauty’s not an invitation— It’s a battlefield I didn’t quit. They said, “You shouldn’t wear it like that.” I said, “It’s sewn into my skin.” You want me soft, then blame the bruise For where your hands have been. [PRE-CHORUS] I didn’t flirt. I just breathed. You called it sin— Then begged me not to leave. So I dressed my wounds in velvet. Let the blood look clean. If I’m the danger, Then I’ll play the scene. [CHORUS] VELVET STIGMA—kiss and cut. I make it pretty, even when it’s rough. Blame the shine, not what you did. Hold your guilt—I'll keep it lit. VELVET STIGMA—holy bruised. If I’m the weapon, I choose the use. Don’t call me tragic—I perform. I made the bloodline Into a form. [VERSE 2] They never see the labor— Only the glare. They see the gloss, Not the teeth in my stare. I drip elegance To hide decay. And still you ask Why I don’t stay. [PRE-CHORUS 2 – layered vocals like whispers and growls] You called it power. I call it price. You liked the mask— But not the slice. So I stitched my name in satin. Let the venom hum. And if I’m hated, Let it come. [CHORUS – repeat with more breath emphasis] VELVET STIGMA—kiss and cut. I make it pretty, even when it’s rough. Blame the shine, not what you did. Hold your guilt—I'll keep it lit. VELVET STIGMA—holy bruised. If I’m the weapon, I choose the use. Don’t call me tragic—I perform. I made the bloodline Into a form. [BRIDGE – slow, breath-centered, low vocal] If beauty is the curse, I’ve mastered how to wield it. If pain made me art— Then darling, Feel it. [OUTRO – whispered, layered harmonics] They touched the velvet— Then blamed the stain. But I don’t hide. I just reframe.
