[Intro] (low organ hum, hi-hat tick, whispered female vocal) Forgive me, Father… I’ve seen too much. [Verse 1] They come in veils, red wine lips, Cross around their necks, knives on hips. The Bishop’s angels, dressed in sin, Collectin’ whispers while they reel men in. Perfume heavy like chapel smoke, Secrets traded for a velvet cloak. He calls them daughters, but they call him “Grace,” They serve his word — and guard his face. [Pre-Chorus] Every touch got a price, every kiss got a name, They pray in the dark, playin’ holy games. [Chorus] Velvet confession, silk and deceit, Heaven got spies in satin sheets. Bless the night, let the saints retreat, In velvet confession — faith ain’t cheap. [Interlude] [Verse 2] Late-night sermons in candlelight rooms, Where sin smells sweet and the truth perfumes. They whisper intel through broken vows, Turnin’ kingdoms with a secret now. He visits often, no robe, no crown, Leaves his faith when the lights go down. Forgiveness sold on a silver plate, Even holy men got hearts that ache. [Pre-Chorus] Lust in Latin, tears in rhyme, Heaven forgives if you pay in time. [Chorus] Velvet confession, silk and deceit, Heaven got spies in satin sheets. Bless the night, let the saints retreat, In velvet confession — faith ain’t cheap. [Instrumental] [Bridge] (beat drops softer, choir hum fades in) They’re the eyes of the church, the lips of sin, Writing psalms with the touch of skin. He knows it’s wrong, but he likes the sound, Of sin that sings when the lights go down. [Interlude] [Outro] (soft harp, echoing footsteps) Forgive me, Father, I’ve lied again, I told your secrets to mortal men. Velvet confession… Amen.
