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Princess in the Chase 2 by Savanna

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Princess in the Chase 2

punk,female vocals

0:002:39
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Wet pavement, soda-can echo under boots
Red grille lights bite the concrete roots
Radio static snaps like broken teeth
Sirens scrape the alleys, promise of grief
I run — breath jagged, city taste of rust
Fingers on the seams of a jacket full of trust
[Pre-Chorus]
A shadow splits the lane, someone plants the line
Alastor steps forward — grin sharp, teeth like sign
(Vox: dry) "Stay close." A snap of calm in the storm
(Vox: softer) "You okay, princess?"
I nod — small answer, stubborn form
[Chorus]
You're my armor — not alone
Neon pulse, we bite the bone
You're my armor — not alone
Run with us, take back the throne
[Verse 2]
Chrome teeth of cruisers glare and pry
Boots drum a tempo, a concrete cry
Pavement spits at my heels, wet and bright
Smoke and alley perfume, night in fight
Alastor laughs low — menace dressed as charm
Vox hums like static, steady, keeping harm
[Pre-Chorus]
Alastor's grin a blade, calm and cruel
He plants a smile like a living duel
(Vox: clipped) "Move." His voice is a flat machine
(Vox: softer) "You okay, princess?"
I nod — the silence answers clean
[Chorus]
You're my armor — not alone
Neon pulse, we bite the bone
You're my armor — not alone
Run with us, take back the throne
[Bridge]
Soda-can echoes, rain on broken glass
Grille lights flicker, radio hissed in the pass
(Alastor: low, theatrical) "Tell them a story — mine's the final page."
(Vox: deadpan) "Keep up." He cuts the chase like a gauge
We spill down gutters, sparking, fast and mean
Hands like anchors, slipping between the scene
[Break]
You're my armor
You're my armor
You're my armor — not alone
[Outro]
(Vox: softer) "You okay, princess?"
I nod — a quick, stubborn bone
Alastor's grin hangs like a crescent moon
We melt into static, vanish with the tune