Red tie

**(Music Intro: Distorted electronic hum, a heavy down-tuned guitar riff, and a glitching drum machine beat. The vocalist speaks in a low, almost conversational growl.)**

**(Spoken/Verse 1)**
The starch is crisp, the wool is fine
A perfect frame for this design
I button up, I check the seams
I’m sewing chaos at the seams
The mirror shows a polished beast
A corporate god, a midnight feast
I step outside, the air is sweet
The scent of prey is on the street

**(Pre-Chorus - Rhythmic, almost spoken word rap)**
They see the suit, they see the smile
A charming, venomous crocodile
They never see the glint, the steel
The way I'm counting what I feel
I feel the tempo in my chest
A rhythm putting minds to rest
One little snip, a gentle tear
The silence swallows up their fear

**(Chorus - Heavy, screaming, with a melodic electronic drop)**
I LOVE THE WAY THE RUBY SPRAYS!
A fountain painting all my days!
The fabric soaks, the stitches scream
It’s nothing but a crimson dream!
And through the flood, the gore, the mire
My perfect, burning, blood-red fire!
It stays the shade of what I crave!
A trophy from a fresh-dug grave!

**(Verse 2 - More aggressive, rapid-fire rap)**
This is my chapel, this is my art
I’m tearing their pathetic souls apart
A butcher’s ballet, a twisting knife
The symphony of wasted life
My hands are gloves of sticky red
I paint the walls beside their head
They beg and plead, they squeal and cry
Just worthless cattle, born to die
The splatter hits my starched white cuff
It doesn’t matter, I’ve had enough
This isn’t chaos, this is clean
A perfect method, sharp and mean

**(Pre-Chorus - Building intensity)**
The wolf is hungry, the sheep are blind
A brutal peace I have in mind
I watch it pool, I watch it flow
The only truth I need to know

**(Chorus - More distorted, frantic)**
I LOVE THE WAY THE RUBY SPRAYS!
A fountain painting all my days!
The fabric soaks, the stitches scream
It’s nothing but a crimson dream!
And through the flood, the gore, the mire
My perfect, burning, blood-red fire!
It stays the shade of what I crave!
A trophy from a fresh-dug grave!

**(Bridge - Electronic breakdown, heavy synth bass, vocals become a deranged whisper)**
It doesn't stain... It doesn't change...
The color stays... so sweet and strange...
Like fresh-spilled wine... like setting suns...
My masterpiece has just begun...
Breathe in... bleed out...
Another lamb for the devout...
Breathe in... bleed out...
Hear the silence... scream and shout...

**(Guitar solo with glitch effects, followed by a final, screamed chorus)**

**(Outro - Heavy, chugging riffs, fading into electronic noise)**
The wool is fine... the thread is tight...
It gleams so beautiful in the light...
My crimson thread...
My pretty noose...
It’s not the blood... it’s the...
(Whispered) ...use...
(Sound of a blade being cleaned, a final, satisfied sigh. The electronic hum fades to static.)