[Spoken Intro - Female Voice] (Whispered) The doors are open. Welcome, darlings... to the collection. [Creak of wood, heavy silence] [Verse 1 - Male Lead] Step into the gallery of the sublime Where every stitch is frozen out of time (Whisper: *No breath, no time*) She walks the boards, a pale silk design The silhouette of a cold, forgotten shrine. Look closer at the fabric, can you see? It wears the wearer in perfect symmetry. (Whisper: *Symmetry...*) Don't ask them to smile, don't ask them to speak, The velvet is heavy, the structure is weak. [Pre-Chorus - Duet] The spotlights glare, the flashbulbs freeze, But not a single chest will heave. They glide so smooth, they move so dead, Suspended by a golden thread. [Sudden dropout - absolute silence] [Chorus - Male and Female Duet] This is the Couture Corpse, dressing for the end Where the shadows and the satin slowly blend (Whisper: *So beautiful*) We sew the secrets that you cannot keep In the quiet of a everlasting sleep. Walk for the crowd, don't dare to look back, Everything fades... into the black. [Verse 2 - Female Lead] Observe the drape of the funeral gown (Whisper: *Funeral gown*) The heaviest crown in this paper town. Their eyes are open but they see no light Just the endless runway of the night. The brass is swelling, the tension grows, But nobody here actually knows... (Whisper: *They don't know*) How the lace holds the bones in place. [Pre-Chorus - Duet] The spotlights glare, the flashbulbs freeze, But not a single chest will heave. They glide so smooth, they move so dead, Suspended by a golden thread. [Sudden dropout - absolute silence] [Chorus - Male and Female Duet] This is the Couture Corpse, dressing for the end Where the shadows and the satin slowly blend (Whisper: *So beautiful*) We sew the secrets that you cannot keep In the quiet of a everlasting sleep. Walk for the crowd, don't dare to look back, Everything fades... into the black. [Outro - Spoken Duet] (Female) The show is over. (Male) Clear the runway. (Whisper: *Don't look back...*) [Creak of wood, final silence]
