She move like mercy in designer sins,
Whispers grace while she reels me in.
Said she only drinks when she needs to forget,
But the glass stay full and the room stay lit.
I got scars in silk, habits in gold,
Confessions I sell and stories I’ve told.
Every saint got a shadow to chase,
And mine wear perfume and a poker face.

I tell myself I’ll quit her twice a week,
But heaven’s boring and her hell’s unique.

Velvet vice, pull me under slow,
Soft like sin and sweet like smoke.
If loving wrong feel right tonight,
Then bless my bones, I’ll die in glow.
Velvet vice, wrap me tight, don’t let go,
Ain’t no halo where this rhythm flow.

She say “you talk redemption like it’s foreplay,”
Tongue taste holy but my mind don’t pray.
Every kiss another relapse on faith,
Every breath another reason to stay.
She hums my guilt like a midnight hymn,
And I confess just to touch her skin.
She the gospel in a glass of gin,
And I’m baptized every time I sin.

Yeah, love ain’t clean, it’s a fingerprint,
On the soul where the truth got bent.
We the sermon they never print,
Choir of the lost, still heaven-sent.
Velvet tongue, liquor drip confession,
Turn my pain to a learned obsession.
Tell the angels they can keep their wings,
I found grace in the dirt it brings.

Velvet vice, pull me under slow,
Soft like sin and sweet like smoke.
If loving wrong feel right tonight,
Then bless my bones, I’ll die in glow.
Velvet vice, wrap me tight, don’t let go,
Ain’t no halo where this rhythm flow.

She whisper, “baby, we all saints in disguise,”
And I laugh, “yeah… just better at lies.”
(beat fades into vinyl crackle)