Black Claw: Open Palm Caress (Close)

(Verse 1) I raise my hands, so weak, so frail, A trembling flower in the gale. You strike, the crowd begins to cry, But tell me, —Do you know why? (Pre-Chorus) Your blade is sharp, your will is true, Yet every eye turns against you. Did you attack? Or was it me? To them it is you who rejects love in this blasphemy. (Chorus) Step into my gentle embrace, Let the world trade our places. If I fall, if I break—the crowd will not cheer, And you will be painted with a villain’s sneer. Soft hands, sharp claws, love’s sweet deceit, A battle where your victory will still feel like defeat. (Verse 2) Love and gentleness can be no crime, So, the Black Claw twists the tale, makes those virtues mine. You honor and reputation will bleed, as the lotus is torn, And your denials will be unheard, forlorn. (Pre-Chorus) Did I provoke? Or did you snap? The story bends within this trap. I let out a gentle sigh, a helpless plea, And all the crowd will hear from you is your cruelty. (Chorus) Step into my gentle embrace, Let the world trade our places. If I fall, if I break—the crowd will not cheer, And you will be painted with a villain’s sneer. Soft hands, sharp claws, love’s sweet deceit, A battle where your victory will still feel like defeat. (Bridge) My sifu taught me the truth of love, How to give, to take, then rise above. To tangle hearts and whisper lies, A perfect mask to hide my hollow eyes. (Outro) So strike me down, if you still dare, And learn the weight you’ll bear. With open palms, I invite you to sin, And leave you cursed… to lose, to win.