[Verse 1 – tight rhythm, spitting venom] Queen of knives in a velvet dress. Sweet like sugar, but pure distress. Gaslight games, you played 'em well. Built your throne in someone else’s hell. You wore your lies like a fuckin' crown. Smiled while you burned it down. Heart like ice, kiss like pain. Every soul you touched, you stained. [Pre-Chorus – rising tension] You never cared who bled for you. Someday it’s gonna be your blood too. [Chorus – fast, loud, explosive] You will atone. For every scar you condoned. Your halo cracked, your mask is torn. You’ll face a storm full of scorn. You will atone. For every lie you carved in stone. No one left to save your name. When judgment comes, you’ll taste the flame. [Verse 2 – faster, nastier] You danced on wreckage, laughed at cries. Told your truths wrapped in alibis. You left hearts like chalk in rain. Then just smiled and walked away. Played the saint, but we all know. You’re a hurricane in a weddin' gown show. The pity's gone, the curtain's dropped. Your time is tickin'—you can’t stop. [Pre-Chorus – smirking tone] You thought the world would never see. But every ghost you made walks free. [Chorus – hits harder] You will atone. For every heart you turned to stone. There’s no disguise, no sweet escape. The fire’s comin'—you sealed your fate. You will atone. No more prayers to shift the blame. You built your crown with blood and bone. And now you’ll die there, all alone. [Bridge – breakdown, screamed/growled] No mercy. No grace. No tears can clean your stained embrace. You wore your sins like skin and silk. But you’ll drown in every drop you spilled. [Breakdown hook – fast, pounding] You thought you’d never pay. But karma don’t delay. You laughed while others broke. Now choke on every joke. [Final Chorus – massive, cathartic] You will atone. For every heart you turned to stone. The mirror cracks, the mask is gone. Your reign of hell won't last for long. You will atone. For every scream, for every moan. There’s no redemption left to fake. This is the bed you chose to make. [Outro – whispered cold] You always ran… But now you own it. You will atone.
