Intro (whisper → power)
“F… T… B…”
Feel the beat… feed the beast… FOR THE BOLD.
Verse 1
Patent leather heart with a mirror shine,
Chrome-tear liner and a serpentine spine.
High-heel thunder on a marble floor,
I kiss the night, then I kick down the door.
Pre-Chorus
Glitter on my pulse—count it 1, 2, 3,
Halo made of needles, crown me queen of the freaks.
If beauty is a weapon, baby aim at me—
Lock, load, breathe… F-T-B.
Chorus (anthemic)
F-T-B! Feel the beat— I’m born for the stage.
F-T-B! For the bold— I bloom from the cage.
F-T-B! Feed the beast— let the neon feast.
Hands to the sky, kiss the night—release.
Post-Chorus (chant)
F! T! B! (say my name in lights)
F! T! B! (forever Friday night)
F! T! B! (golden gasoline)
Strike the match—spark the scene.
Verse 2
Velvet confession in a laser haze,
Saint of the sinners with a runway gaze.
Diamond on my tongue, I pronounce your fate,
I don’t follow trends—I curate.
Pre-Chorus
Glitter on my pulse—count it 1, 2, 3,
Halo made of needles, crown me queen of the freaks.
If beauty is a weapon, baby aim at me—
Lock, load, breathe… F-T-B.
Chorus
F-T-B! Feel the beat— I’m born for the stage.
F-T-B! For the bold— I bloom from the cage.
F-T-B! Feed the beast— let the neon feast.
Hands to the sky, kiss the night—release.
Bridge (theatrical lift)
Whisper: “Fold me in the strobe light, baptize me in chrome…”
Soar: I’m a cathedral of rhythm, a sovereign of tone.
Write my name in thunder, lace it with gold—
Every heartbeat spells it: F-T-B—FOR THE BOLD.
Breakdown (crowd moment)
F—feel it. T—turn it. B—burn it bright.
F—future. T—tempest. B—butterfly.
Clap, clap—heel, snap—own the night,
When I breathe on the mic, cities ignite.
Final Chorus (bigger)
F-T-B! Feel the beat— we’re built for the flame.
F-T-B! For the bold— remember the name.
F-T-B! Feed the beast— let the neon feast.
Crown on my head, love on a leash—release.
Outro
“F… T… B… For the Bold.”
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