Intro – clean female] (cheerful, ad-copy tone) Pre-heat your heart to four-fifty-five, We’re cooking glory, still half-alive. Fold your fear, don’t let it leak, Dinner’s served to the doomed elite! [Verse 1 – clean female] Butter gleam, a soldier’s meal, Tender pride wrapped tight in zeal. Season dreams, align the blade, Grace in layers the gods have made. [Interrupt – male growl] SEAR IT! FAST! NO MISTAKE! LOCK THE HEART INSIDE THE BAKE! [Pre-Chorus – clean female + background growl] Steam ascends, confession’s heat, (FEED THE FIRE UNTIL IT BLEEDS!) Patience hums beneath the skin, (TIME IS JUDGMENT, LET IT IN!) [Chorus – dual vocals] Beef Wellington! Crown of gold! Perfection burns, control takes hold! Beef Wellington! Pride and pain! One false cut and you’re undone again! [Verse 2 – clean female] Brush it bright, that royal glaze, Pastry tomb for mortal praise. Count the seconds, trust the glow, Hope’s a timer you can’t slow. [Growl interjection] WRAP IT! ROLL IT! SEAL THE LIES! EVERY MASTER FRY OR DIES! [Bridge – clean female solo] I smell heaven in the crust, Hear the ticking turn to dust. Oven-choir, sing my name, Saint of salt, baptize the flame. [Breakdown – male growl dominant, EDM drop underneath] TURN THE HEAT! TURN THE HEAT! KNEEL TO THE OVEN GOD OF MEAT! PRAY FOR TASTE, PRAY FOR FORM, YOUR ART IS ASH WHEN THE TIMER WARMS! [Final Chorus – both voices interwoven] Beef Wellington! Gold and grief! CUT THE CENTER, SHOW THE BEEF! Glory melts, the crust is thin, EVERY CHEF GETS EATEN IN! [Outro – clean female whisper over fading sizzle] Let it rest… let it rest… Every empire needs a crust.
