Black Lace Benediction

[VERSE 1] I was the girl in the back of the sermon, Black kohl eyes, chipped varnish on my hands. They called me curse, they called me burden, Counted every rumor like a rosary in their plans. Mama lit candles, daddy slammed doors, Said my leather and lace were a one way road to hell. But I carved my name in the old choir floor, Said if I'm going under, I'm going under as myself. [PRE-CHORUS] I am not your quiet confession, I am not your shame to hide. If I'm born for damnation, Then I'll crown it with my pride. [CHORUS] Raise your broken hearts like stained glass in the night, This is our black lace benediction. Every scar and sin catching candlelight, We were never the Church's prediction. If the saints will not have us, let the outcasts sing, Let the misfit choir shake these bones within. In the dark, in the friction, We are the black lace benediction. [VERSE 2] I wear my sorrow like a velvet jacket, Studs in the sleeves, little thorns in every seam. You call it twisted, I call it magic, Turn every whispered slur into gasoline. You clutch your pearls at my midnight language, Call me wicked, call me witch under your breath. But you still lean in when my voice turns savage, Cause nobody teaches you to feel this close to death. [PRE-CHORUS 2] I am not your cautionary story, I am not your tragic end. If you come for my glory, Better bow or break instead. [CHORUS] Raise your broken hearts like stained glass in the night, This is our black lace benediction. Every scar and sin catching candlelight, We were never the Church's prediction. If the saints will not have us, let the outcasts sing, Let the misfit choir shake these bones within. In the dark, in the friction, We are the black lace benediction. [BRIDGE] [band drops to clean guitar, low strings and soft vocal] Under arches cracked and bleeding, I write vows in cherry wine. If love is just a slow heart bleeding, Let it spill and draw the line. [piano joins, drums building] For every girl they called too much, For every soul they tried to tame, For every heart that never fit their touch, Light a match and speak your name. [FINAL CHORUS] [guitars slam back in, extra harmonies] Raise your broken hearts like stained glass in the night, This is our black lace benediction. Every scar and sin catching fire in the light, We were never their holy fiction. If the saints will not have us, let the outcasts sing, Let this midnight spell shake these bones within. When the lights all dip to black, feel the truth cut in, We are the black lace benediction. [OUTRO] [guitars ring out, feedback fading into a soft string chord]