[Intro – whispered, distant voices] Halo stitched with filthy thread... Gold dripping from holy lips... Smile for the crowd... Bleed for the throne... [Verse 1] You look like heaven carved from ivory stone, Soft as mercy, yet your heart's already sold. Every perfect curve conceals another scar, Another bargain signed beneath a dying star. Under skin... pulsing... beating... A parasite that feeds while saints are pleading. A devil dressed in silk and perfume sweet, Trading souls like coins beneath your feet. You worship wealth... you worship fame... Glory is the altar where you carved your name. Every promise wrapped in velvet lies, Selling innocence while never meeting eyes. [Pre-Chorus] Paint another halo. Hide another horn. Every crown is polished... Every conscience torn. [Chorus] WHORE! Sell your soul for another standing ovation. Trade your blood for another celebration. Beauty fades... the rot remains... Every smile is stitched with hidden chains. Whore... crowned in gold and vanity. Whore... feeding on humanity. Your paradise was bought with broken hearts... Now watch your kingdom fall apart. [Verse 2] A league of long-forgotten shadows waits, Whispering behind cathedral gates. Plotting with their poisoned tongues, Feasting where the innocent are hung. Forget the beauty. Forget the grace. Skin is only paper on a rotting face. Every mirror hides another scream, Every perfect life another shattered dream. Your eyes... Unworthy. Unwelcome. Take them... Remove them. Blind to every soul you left behind. Your tongue... Words unspoken. Mercy broken. Silence never earned... Tear it free. [Breakdown – spoken with growing intensity] Kneel... Lower... Lower... Beg. Beg for it. Beg for forgiveness. Cry until your voice dissolves into dust. Your riches cannot ransom you now. [Bridge] Sinner... Ashamed... Broken... The throne collapses underneath your weight. The crown becomes a noose. The applause becomes the screaming. The shadows you've commanded... Now command you. [Final Chorus] WHORE! Built your heaven from another's suffering. WHORE! Now hear the choir finally uncovering. Every mask will burn away. Every idol turns to clay. No fortune follows where you're bound. No angels hear a single sound. Beg... Beg for forgiveness... For every soul you buried alive. Beg... For the mother of all sins... For being birthed by the devil you became. [Outro – fading whispers] Beauty... Only... Skin... Deep... The devil... Was always... Looking back...
