[Intro — whispered] Pretty little thing, you thought the light chose you? No. You chose where to stand. [Verse 1] I learned young that the world loves a beautiful lie, so I stitched mine tight, pulled the ribbon high. Black at the throat, violet under my eyes, little green flash like a warning dressed nice. You call it vanity. Darling, how sweet. I call it knowing where everyone looks when I speak. I don't need a crown, I don't wait for permission. I walk through the door and redesign the composition. [Pre-Chorus] Fix the hair. Paint the mouth. Turn the doubt inside-out. One more pin. One more seam. Make them stare until they see. [Chorus] I don't enter the room— I take it. Black flower blooming where the sunlight can't fake it. Look at me. Look again. I can make a lover out of an enemy's attention. I don't beg for the light— I shape it. Cut the silhouette sharp till the whole world has to face it. Say my name like a beautiful warning. I was never made to disappear in somebody else's morning. [Post-Chorus] Black flower. Bright knife. Soft mouth. Hard life. Blow a kiss. Start a riot. If you're going to watch me— darling, do it quiet. [Verse 2] Corset laced like a promise with teeth, heels built like machines and a smile underneath. I know what you hide by the colors you refuse. I know which little armor you're afraid to lose. Come here. Give me the jacket. Give me the shame. Give me the version of you that was taught to behave. I'll hem that fear. I'll cut that grief. I'll put you in something that finally lets you breathe. [Pre-Chorus] Shoulders back. Chin up. Let them choke on what they underestimated. Take the silk. Take the stage. You survived. Now make it decorated. [Chorus] I don't enter the room— I take it. Black flower blooming where the sunlight can't fake it. Look at me. Look again. I can make a lover out of an enemy's attention. I don't beg for the light— I shape it. Cut the silhouette sharp till the whole world has to face it. Say my name like a beautiful warning. I was never made to disappear in somebody else's morning. [Bridge — stripped down, intimate] There were nights I learned survival without applause. No mirrors. No velvet. No beautiful cause. Just a hand I wouldn't let go, a name I wouldn't lose, and the ugly little truth that sometimes living is what you choose. So don't mistake the glitter for never having bled. I learned to make a garden from the things that wanted me dead. And now— [Build] Every scar gets tailoring. Every fear gets heels. Every room that tried to swallow me gets taught how hunger feels. [Final Chorus — huge] I don't enter the room— I TAKE IT. Black flower blooming, watch the whole damn skyline change with it. Look at me. Look again. I made presence from survival and turned survival into sin. I don't beg for the light— I BREAK IT. Catch the pieces on my body, make a masterpiece and name it. Say my name like a beautiful warning. Kri Kurohana— and, sweetheart, I'm only getting started. [Outro — half spoken, half sung] Presence isn't given. It's taken. Shaped. Perfected. Now— fix your posture. They're watching.
