Black Widow - Lace & Exit Wounds

[Instrumental Intro – 8 bars] [Vintage upright piano plays a slow, minor lullaby motif] [Soft vinyl crackle and ambient hiss fill the space like a memory] [Brushed snares tap like a ticking clock in the distance] [A lone cello sustains a low, trembling note beneath it all] [Faint whispers fade in and out — barely audible, like a voice in her head] [At bar 6, a sharp metallic creak — like a blade unsheathing — cuts through the mix] [Final two bars fade into stillness, breath held before the first line] [Verse 1 – Soft Doll Routine] [Soft, breathy, obedient tone] I rise before the sirens hum, Steep your tea, pretend I’m numb. Lay your shirt where the bruises hide, Curl my hair, I press your pride. Smile when you forget again, Make your bed and count to ten. They say a woman’s love should ache— So I carved devotion, learned to fake. [Pre-Chorus – Hollowed Grace] [Quietly sung, almost whispered—resigned] They told me grace is biting down, In lipstick shades and wedding gowns. So I stayed quiet, small, and neat— A silent servant at your feet. [Chorus – The Performance] [Sung, delicate and fragile but trembling beneath] Oh, I was your dainty thing, Waiting at the door with a porcelain grin. 'Cause I had lace and hush, Dinner warm, no fuss, Swallowed pain in a velvet crush. You liked your girl soft-spoken, bruised, So I stitched my name in exit wounds. [Verse 2 – The Snap Begins] [Sung low and cold, starting to fracture] I washed the blood from shattered plates, Said, “he’s just tired, it’s just fate.” Held my breath and cracked my smile, Counting scars like kitchen tiles. You broke me down in lovely ways— But darling, even prey decays. You called it love. I called it war. And now I’m not your girl no more. [Beat Switch to east cost rap] [Sound cue: Vinyl scratch, beat drop, switch to East Coast rap rhythm] [Rap Verse 3 – The Widow Emerges] [Rap delivery: Controlled, elegant venom] You wanted dinner? I served regret. Put cyanide in your cigarette. While you slept off your rage parade, I traced your throat like it’s balisade. You hit with hands, I kill with style— Bundy grin and Dahmer smile. You broke my ribs, I broke your locks, Left you tied up like Gacy’s box. [Slightly more intense raw vocals] Said I was weak? Now who bleeds slow? Choked you out with my old fur coat. No fingerprints, no second chance, Just red on silk and a final dance. [Chorus – Reclaimed in Blood] [Half-sung, half-spoken; composed but dark] No, I ain’t your dainty ghost— I lit the house, I watched it roast. ‘Cause I wear lace like razorwire, Satin heels and funeral fire. I cut you out like cancer blooms— Signed your name in exit wounds. [Bridge – Ritual Rebirth] [Rap delivery: quieter, ritualistic tone] I burned the ring, I cracked the frame, Left no piece that spoke your name. I cleaned the blade with wedding lace, And painted “Widow” on my face. [Stronger, with rising pride] Now I wear veils that hide my grin, Like I’m not the house you’re buried in. My vows were kind. Your end was not. You called it love. I called the shot. [Final Chorus – Killer’s Waltz] [Sung confidently, rich tone, slightly sarcastic elegance] Now I’m the ghost behind the glass, The click of heels, the shadow’s laugh. The soft-spoken doll that broke her chains, And filled your halls with phantom stains. You liked your girl all sugar-smooth— She sharpened up. And slit the truth. [Outro – Whispered, poised, unflinching] [Spoken quietly, venomous but calm] Pour your tea in hell, sweetheart. I’m not your silence anymore. I’m the scream that smiled— And walked out the door.