[Intro – Whispered] Petite rose… belle la morte… Bloom for me… bloom in the dark… Twilight Starling on the track… [Verse 1 – Vocaloid] Silk-cut petals dripping red on the floor, She walks in shadows, they beg her for more. Cold as winter, but she burns like a flame, Beauty like a curse, and she whispers your name. Diamond tears, chandelier in the night, Thorns so sharp they can cut through light. She’s the lullaby wrapped in a warning, Kiss of death hidden deep in her mourning. [Rap Verse – Dark Trap] Yeah— step back, lil’ king, she a rose with knives, Pull up in the night, take souls, take lives. She don’t bow down, she rewrite the throne, Petite belle death, make the empire her own. Shadow on the wall like a ghost in lace, Pretty little menace with a mask on her face. Heartbeat heavy like a bassline drop, When she walks in the room every heartbeat stops. [Pre-Chorus – Vocaloid] Velvet voice… poison sweet… Dance with her, fall to her feet. In her garden, sinners bleed… Petite rose— she’s all you need… [Chorus – Vocaloid] Petite Rose Belle La Morte, Bloom in a world so broken and cold. She’ll steal your breath, your heart, your soul— And cradle it soft like gold. Petite Rose Belle La Morte, Dressed in petals soaked in noir. If you forget who you are, She’ll show you the beauty in scars. [Verse 2 – Vocaloid] Moonlit shimmer on her black corset, Every promise she makes is a quiet threat. Born in the silence, raised in the night, Every step she takes is a vow to fight. Danger dances in her crimson gaze, Perfume laced with wicked ways. She’s the rose that blooms in ruin, And the end you’ll see is the one she’s choosing. [Rap Bridge – Aggressive Trap] Cold queen walking, heels like fate, Every rival ends up late. Cutthroat beauty— she don’t play, Lay ’em in the dirt like a rose bouquet. Dark icon, built on pain, Every petal hides her reign. Twilight Starling— break those chains, Let the Vocaloid drop ’em again. [Chorus – Vocaloid] Petite Rose Belle La Morte, Bloom in a world so broken and cold. She’ll steal your breath, your heart, your soul— And cradle it soft like gold. Petite Rose Belle La Morte, Dressed in petals soaked in noir. If you forget who you are, She’ll show you the beauty in scars. [Outro – Whispered] Petite… rose… Belle… la… morte… Bloom forever in the dark… Twilight Starling… fades to black…
