Crimson pirouette

Verse 1)
Velvet curtains breathing in the dark
Powdered silence, pounding heart
Porcelain smile, stitched so tight
She floats like a ghost in the pale moonlight
Satin ribbons round her feet
Heartbeat ticking in 3/4 beat
Music swells — the crowd holds breath
She dances on the edge of death

(Pre-Chorus)
Tiptoe, tiptoe, don’t look down
There’s broken glass beneath her crown
Grace so sharp it cuts the air
Beauty drips from her vacant stare

(Chorus)
She’s a killer ballerina
Spinning secrets in between ya
Pirouette in blood-red glow
Take a bow — it’s your last show
Arabesque in the spotlight’s glare
Death is braided in her hair
When she leaps, you won’t see her
Fall for the killer ballerina

(Verse 2)
Backstage whispers, fading screams
Torn up playbills, shattered dreams
Tulle like mist around her knees
She moves with deadly elegance and ease
Every plié hides a blade
Every grand jeté — a debt unpaid
Applause thunders, unaware
Of the danger in her midnight stare

(Pre-Chorus)
Tiptoe, tiptoe, feel the chill
She bends the dark to fit her will
Sugar and spite in every pose
A dying rose in satin clothes

(Verse – Français)
Sous les lumières, le sang fleurit
(Under the lights, blood blooms)
Ses pointes tranchent sans un cri
(Her pointe shoes slash without a scream)
Un tour rapide, la gorge s’ouvre
(One swift spin, the throat opens)
Dans son sillage, la mort la couvre
(In her wake, death cloaks her)

(Chorus)
She’s a killer ballerina
Black swan queen, a silent schemer
Curtain falls and lights go low
One more soul she’ll overthrow
Arabesque in the spotlight’s glare
Mercy vanishes in air
When she leaps, you won’t see her
Fall for the killer ballerina

(Bridge)
Music box begins to crack
No one ever makes it back
Spin by spin the story’s told
In silver notes and hands so cold
En pointe on your last breath
She choreographs a flawless death

(Final Chorus)
She’s a killer ballerina
Dancing closer, leaner, meaner
Final bow, the end is near
Whispers echo in your ear
Arabesque in crimson sheen
Prettiest nightmare ever seen
When she leaps, you won’t see her
Curtain call — killer ballerina.

Dark cabaret, orchestral horror, gothic classical, sexy, female