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I wore white but not for love— just lace the grave could dream of. I bloom in rot, in ghost perfume— a body dressed for its own tomb. So call me gone, but say it right— I haunt in heels, and dress in light.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro – soft rattling chain FX, distant wails, slow cello and heartbeat drum] [Verse 1 – smoky, low vocals with sparse instrumentation] I wore white To my own wake Satin lips That never shake They touched my hands Cold as stone I smiled back With lace on bone [Pre-Chorus – breathy harmonies layered like veils] They said I looked So full of peace But I was just A masterpiece [Chorus – dramatic orchestral rise, slow waltz tempo, cinematic percussion] Lace on my bones Dressed to decay Beauty in death Won’t look away Painted in silk And funeral thread I haunt in heels Where I once bled Lace on my bones Still fits tight Even in dark I dress for light [Verse 2 – gothic organ swells under intimate vocals] No blush, no pulse But still a bride To every love That made me die I keep their names Like pearls and pins A ribcage shrine Of secret sins [Pre-Chorus – echoing vocal trail, ghostly choir added] They said I looked Like I was gone But honey, I’ve just moved on [Chorus – repeat with darker instrumentation, metallic textures] Lace on my bones Dressed to decay Beauty in death Won’t look away Painted in silk And funeral thread I haunt in heels Where I once bled Lace on my bones Still fits tight Even in dark I dress for light [Bridge – whispered lines, muffled drums and eerie ambient crackles] Love me now That I’ve let go Even ghosts Need something to show [Final Chorus – full orchestral swell, emotional vocal climax] Lace on my bones My final dress A soft revenge In tenderness I bloom in rot With style intact The grave can’t take My power back [Outro – final cello note, soft fabric rustle fadeout]
Song info
A gothic ballad set to a slow waltz tempo, with orchestral flourishes, ambient decay textures, and a sensual vocal delivery. Feels like fashion in the underworld—haunting, graceful, and grotesquely glamorous.
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