[Intro]
Razor-studded heels click like broken clocks,
Blood-red neon shivers, the alley talks.
Iron taste on winter air, the city sighs —
A carousel of shadows where the neon dies.
[Verse 1]
They call her Sable, paper name, inked in fear,
A scar like a tally, a ledger held near.
Razor heels, a metronome on wet concrete,
Her smile cuts rhythm, her heartbeat double-beat.
Neon alley like a throat, it swallows light,
She breathes the static, feeds on evening's bite.
Ledger of names stitched in lipstick on glass,
She moves like a verdict — no mercy, no mass.
[Pre-Chorus]
Cold wind drags the sirens like paper across skin,
A slow-motion grin, the needle of night sinks in.
Everything sharp: the tongue of a blade, the taste of rust,
She hunts by the ledger, calls the city to dust.
[Chorus]
Crimson punctuation, she writes with a claw,
This iron lullaby, the street obeys the law.
Merciless hunt in a neon coat —
Razor heels, neon throat.
Razor heels, neon throat.
[Verse 2]
Devouring shadows, she whispers the names,
Leaving bones in neon light, a mosaic of claims.
A broken watch, a taped-up face, a ring with no hand,
She trades in echoes, the dealers of the damned.
Her eyes are two mirrors that blacken and gleam,
An old curse humming through a wired-up dream.
No pious prayer, just the static between breaths,
She counts in the margins, she balances deaths.
[Pre-Chorus]
The alley learns the cadence of her waiting feet,
A slow-building thunder, a percussion of deceit.
Breath held tight as a trigger, the city holds its throat,
She is a ledger and a razor, she is the note.
[Chorus]
Crimson punctuation, she writes with a claw,
This iron lullaby, the street obeys the law.
Merciless hunt in a neon coat —
Razor heels, neon throat.
Razor heels, neon throat.
[Breakdown — before Drum Solo]
Glass grinds underfoot, the tempo narrows into bone,
A breath, a crack — the world compresses to a phone.
She steps, the neon sways, all color bleeds to white.
A whispered name — and then the drums ignite.
[Drum Solo — fierce and relentless]
(Drums cascade: blast-beat fury, tom rips like lightning, snare a machine)
The solo rips the alley open, heartbeat into machine noise,
A staccato rain of sticks that buries all other voice.
[Post-Solo — Scream/Whisper]
(Scream) —
WHISPER: "One more name, one more line."
[Chorus — Final]
Crimson punctuation, she writes with a claw,
Iron lullaby, the law of her jaw.
Merciless hunt in a neon coat —
Razor heels, neon throat.
Razor heels, neon throat.
[Outro]
Neon stutters, the ledger closes slow,
Her silhouette unwinds where the red lights go.
No mercy carved, just rhythms left to gloat,
Midnight tilts its crown for the neon throat.
