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Velvet Dress

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Verse 1) You walked in with an open hand Pouring sugar on the words you planned A perfect shadow, a beautiful face Sneaking poison in a warm embrace You ask about my day, you listen close But you’re just shopping for the weakest spots to ghost A masterclass in a counterfeit smile I didn’t see the venom running down the aisle. (Chorus) You’re a toxic black plague in a velvet dress You leave a trail of beautiful mess Act so sweet, play the saint But you bleed out lines that a psycho paints A perfect ally when the cameras roll A nightmare eating at my sober soul The best friend I ever thought I had And the absolute worst when the lights go bad. (Verse 2) You love a secret just to watch it burn You take my loyalty and wait your turn To twist the knife with a sympathetic sigh "Oh, honey, you know I’d never lie" A social surgeon, surgical precision Cutting up my confidence to feed your ambition You hold me tight while you dig the grave It’s sick how much you love the people you save. (Chorus) You’re a toxic black plague in a velvet dress You leave a trail of beautiful mess Act so sweet, play the saint But you bleed out lines that a psycho paints A perfect ally when the cameras roll A nightmare eating at my sober soul The best friend I ever thought I had And the absolute worst when the lights go bad. (Bridge) (Spoken / Low energy) Are you a friend or a symptom? An anchor or the undertow? (Building up) Behind the honeyed laugh, the glass eyes stare There’s no one home, there’s nothing there You’re an infection disguised as a cure So sweet, so sickening, so pure. (Guitar/Synth Solo - Dark and chaotic) (Chorus) You’re a toxic black plague in a velvet dress You leave a trail of beautiful mess Act so sweet, play the saint But you bleed out lines that a psycho paints A perfect ally when the cameras roll A nightmare eating at my sober soul The best friend I ever thought I had And the absolute worst when the lights go bad. (Outro) The lights go bad... Yeah, you’re a terrible friend. Keep the sugar. I’m immune in the end.