Reincarnated Killer

Dark pop trap, pristine production with lush reverbs; angelic, breathy female vocals climb to top notes and powerful full-voice belts, with whispered ad-libs; delicate music box, piano chord, deep trap bass, haunting synth note, orchestral finale; slow, creeping pulse

[Verse 1 - soft, rhythmic singing, very close mic]
Adjusting the ring light, checking the glow.
Millions of followers watching the show.
But underneath the contour, behind the painted lip
I feel a memory starting to slip.
A speakeasy basement, the jazz playing loud.
A vial of strychnine hid in the crowd.
I close my eyes and I smell the cigar.
I remember slipping the dose at the bar.

[Pre-Chorus - lush vocal harmonies stack up, echoing]
I thought it was a nightmare, a trick of the mind.
But the urge is returning, the impulse is blind.
A century later, a brand new face.
But I still crave the thrill of the chase.

[Chorus - trap beat hits hard, soaring angelic vocals]
I'm a reincarnated killer, stepping out of the past!
Making sure the vintage poison is poured in the glass!
From flapper dresses to designer brands
I still got the blood staining my hands!
History repeats in a beautiful loop!
Serving you venom in a silver scoop!

[Verse 2 - faster, slightly more erratic delivery]
My fiancé smiles, handing me the gin.
I trace the rim of his glass, ready to begin.
Just a drop of belladonna, sweet and serene.
The most elegant exit that he's ever seen.
I smile for the camera, a picture-perfect wife.
Ready to sever the cord of his life.

[Bridge - beat drops out, just a slow piano chord and vocals]
[Sung sweetly but dripping with sudden confusion]
I hand him the cocktail. He doesn't take a sip.
He sets the crystal down. He touches my lip.
He pulls a pair of antique iron cuffs from his coat.
And the air completely freezes in my throat.

[Outro - massive orchestral trap finale, dark and tragic]
[Harmonizing runs, belting]
He leans to my ear! (He remembers it all!)
"I tracked you in the twenties, I watched the bodies fall!"
He's the detective! Back from the grave!
Taking back the justice that he couldn't save!
The killer is caught! A hundred years late!
Locked in the irons of fate!
[Sound of metal handcuffs clicking shut over a dying synth note]
[End]

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[Intro - delicate music box melody, deep atmospheric trap bass] [A My Artwork production by @badmunk] [Vocals: Angelic, breathy, ethereal dark pop style like Ariana Grande] Pour it up, darling. Just a drop will do. [Verse 1 - soft, rhythmic singing, very close mic] Adjusting the ring light, checking the glow. Millions of followers watching the show. But underneath the contour, behind the painted lip I feel a memory starting to slip. A speakeasy basement, the jazz playing loud. A vial of strychnine hid in the crowd. I close my eyes and I smell the cigar. I remember slipping the dose at the bar. [Pre-Chorus - lush vocal harmonies stack up, echoing] I thought it was a nightmare, a trick of the mind. But the urge is returning, the impulse is blind. A century later, a brand new face. But I still crave the thrill of the chase. [Chorus - trap beat hits hard, soaring angelic vocals] I'm a reincarnated killer, stepping out of the past! Making sure the vintage poison is poured in the glass! From flapper dresses to designer brands I still got the blood staining my hands! History repeats in a beautiful loop! Serving you venom in a silver scoop! [Verse 2 - faster, slightly more erratic delivery] My fiancé smiles, handing me the gin. I trace the rim of his glass, ready to begin. Just a drop of belladonna, sweet and serene. The most elegant exit that he's ever seen. I smile for the camera, a picture-perfect wife. Ready to sever the cord of his life. [Bridge - beat drops out, just a slow piano chord and vocals] [Sung sweetly but dripping with sudden confusion] I hand him the cocktail. He doesn't take a sip. He sets the crystal down. He touches my lip. He pulls a pair of antique iron cuffs from his coat. And the air completely freezes in my throat. [Outro - massive orchestral trap finale, dark and tragic] [Harmonizing runs, belting] He leans to my ear! (He remembers it all!) "I tracked you in the twenties, I watched the bodies fall!" He's the detective! Back from the grave! Taking back the justice that he couldn't save! The killer is caught! A hundred years late! Locked in the irons of fate! [Sound of metal handcuffs clicking shut over a dying synth note] [End]

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