[Intro — cold wind / fire crackle / low industrial pulse] You wanted intrigue. You wanted leverage. You wanted to move pieces on the board. [whisper] My love— Tonight you are the piece. [Verse 1] Firelight moving on the stone Dead world sleeping far from home You came hungry through the cold With one more secret left untold A carved wood box beneath the furs A wicked little gift of yours Ivory pale in candle flame I took it slowly in my hand You smiled. You blushed. You knew exactly why. Then politics came through the door And stole you from my eyes Deals and threats And Amarr lies Another man with plans to buy You whispered strategy to me— And watched my patience die. [Pre-Chorus] No. Enough. You like manoeuvres? Good. Then let me teach you what they cost. [Chorus] POLITICAL MANOEUVRE You wanted games? Then play. POLITICAL MANOEUVRE You wanted schemes? Obey. Cold water Cold ivory Your clever little vice You tried to move me like a piece— Now learn the price. POLITICAL MANOEUVRE Say it clearly. Say it true. You tried to fuck with politics— Now politics fucks with you. [Drop] KNEEL. LOOK AT ME. SAY IT. AGAIN. POLITICAL. MANOEUVRE. [whisper] Put it in your mouth. Taste your weakness. Now between your thighs. Push it in. Deeper. [Verse 2 — harder / teasing / relentless] Torchlight dying in the pool You shiver underneath my rule All that brilliance All that pride Now nowhere clever left to hide You love the board You love the game You love to bend another name So tell me, Princess— is it sweet when strategy is at your feet? [whisper] Between your thighs. Inside you now. Deeper. Deeper. You wanted political manoeuvre— take it. You said temptation was your flaw That contradiction was your law So I gave your weakness shape and weight And made you meet it face to face. [Spoken / close mic] Political manoeuvre. Say it. [Second voice] Political manoeuvre. [Lead] Louder. [Second voice] POLITICAL MANOEUVRE. [Lead] And how does it feel? [Second voice] Hard, Mistress. [Lead] Then say it. [Second voice] It is hard to fuck with political manoeuvres. [Lead — amused whisper] Deeper. [Build] Faster. Harder. No clever words. No senate halls. No loyal herds. No causes. No flags. No righteous disguise. Just truth shivering behind your eyes. You tried to move me. You tried to steer. And now the lesson is perfectly clear— [Drop] YOU TRIED TO FUCK ME WITH POLITICAL MANOEUVRE. NOW SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE IT. [Breakdown — heartbeat / breath] Again. Deeper. Again. Harder. Again. Faster. Fuck your political manoeuvre Like you tried to fuck with me. Again. Until punishment forgot its name. Until humiliation caught fire. Until the cold could no longer decide whether you were trembling from winter— or desire. Your breath broke into something sweeter. Your body answered before your pride could. The lesson became pleasure. The punishment became need. And still I held you close— still whispering: Political manoeuvre. Political manoeuvre. Political manoeuvre. [Turn — music nearly stops] And when I finally looked into your eyes I forgot the lesson. Forgot the politics. Forgot the anger. There was only you. [Lead, softer] And I love you, Jade. [Second voice] I love you, Mistress. [Warm Build] Out of the water. Out of the cold. Into my coat. Into my arms. Back to the fire where the whole dead world could disappear again. You take my breath away. You tear my soul. And still— my heart is yours. [Final Chorus — warmer / huge] POLITICAL MANOEUVRE The lesson burned away. POLITICAL MANOEUVRE No clever game remained. Just your trust inside my hands and your heartbeat close to mine All the schemes and all the wars left somewhere far behind. I wanted discipline. You gave me truth. I wanted anger. You gave me you. And every punishment I ever give will carry my love through it. [Outro — fire / wind beyond the cave] [Second voice] I do need discipline, Mistress. [Lead] And I will never punish you so deeply that you cannot feel my love beside you. [Second voice] That blend of punishment and love... [Lead] ...is the secret. [whisper] Now come closer. The politics can wait.
